This Evening...

We got in the car to leave for the doctor's appointment and Dru ended up pushing it back down the road and up the driveway, back to our house. I think that was at least the third time that the car has done that to us on our way to a doctor's appointment. Needless to say, we are a bit upset about our car refusing to run and gobbling many dollars. Dru wonders why the mechanics won't just fix the thing, or tell us its days are over. I wonder why we don't just sell the thing for a few pennies and go without a car for a while until the Lord provides. He's provided and protected us three years so far and I'm sure he could do it again.

So we got out of the car, loaded on the motorbike, and set off again. (I don't know if I can fully explain the atmosphere that surrounds us after finding our car STILL doesn't work after being at the mechanic's AGAIN. It wasn't too bad this time so maybe we're getting used to the car.) We were out on the highway when Dru patted all his pockets and found he didn't have his wallet. Back we went again.

A half hour late, we arrived at the clinic. This is actually not such a bad thing in this country. I was able to almost walk right into the doctor's office without a wait. I'm fat enough for Dr. Supriya's satisfaction. I don't have a yeast infection. She gave me an iron supplement. We had a very long time in there, things just took awhile with talking and all. Oh, and I got the dreaded Rhogam shot. It was very expensive. Poor Dru.

He was still pondering the expensive shot, and the dud car when we decided that we needed to buy some groceries on the trip home. So we stopped at Carrefour. And we found some State side brand baby clothes and bought some for our new baby. Three pieces. And this put me in shoppy-browsy happy mood. Until we got upstairs.

Upstairs we went to buy bread and something about Dru putting that dreadful green bread into the cart made me a bit grouchy for the rest of the night. Green bread is a variety of white bread but they put something in it that makes it green and really it tastes okay, but I was thinking thoughts about iron supplements and the effects of white bread on the digestive system. He got me another sort too, cheap, but not as white.

I was still rather browsy though. Dru actually entered into the spirit of things when I told him I wanted a small match box style airplane for Jube. I figured I could find one for about fifty bought somewhere. Can you believe it, they want like 3 times that much for something that size but plastic. I was not impressed. So, although Jube was disappointed, we had to leave all the little airplanes behind. We'll go to the market and find one for much cheaper and possibly better.

And then we came home and I had a glass of orange juice and a piece of pizza.

Also today I went to the ladies' meeting at Joyce's and we had company for lunch in Chef's honor--a pizza party. So I am tired.

We talked to Mae Wahn about going with us to the Elephant Camp. We said we were going to go unless I wasn't feeling well. Now with the car dead again...I guess the Elephant Camp will have to wait maybe. And I was looking forward to going the IGo Retreat next week with a car to drive all of our stuff there in...

Okay, now I must be off. Jube is looking at his animal book. Dru is on his phone. We're all sitting on the bed. We should all go to sleep.