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As a note of explanation, lest you think I am in panic mode or overreacting to a likely imaginary or rumor-generated gas crisis, here are my reasons for not going to the mountains for the weekend:
1. My car currently has a faulty oxygen sensor, a problem common (apparently)to this make/model of Honda right now, so much so that the part is on backorder until mid-September. The problem, while not dangerous (I'm told) is causing me to get lousy gas mileage.
2. It takes three tanks of gas every time I drive to the mountains: one for the 300-mile drive there, one for the running around looking at houses and going from parent to parent to in-laws so that everyone gets equivalent time, and one for my return. And, well, by the time I get back I need another tank for the rest of the week, so really it takes four tanks.
3. Whether or not gas will actually be available to fill my tank all those times, we are now having to save money for essentials because we're living on less than 50% of our previous income (due to Paul's career change and my current unemployed state).
Given these factors and the urging of our state officials to conserve, I have decided to cancel my trip.
But I don't have to be happy about it.


Sorry you are lonely. I know it's hard to be apart from your husband. Hopefully someone will come along and buy your home soon, and then finding another one will be a new exciting adventure to look forward to! Best of luck!! (BTW, your daughter is just darling!!)


Awwww. I hope things are getting better now...

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