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Sunday, July 09, 2017

automotive trauma

The fuel pump was not the problem, or else there are multiple problems, because they changed the fuel pump and the car's still broken.  Seems more broken than before--it's only running on two cylinders.  Sounds really bad.  We've already racked up $436 and they seem far from done.

Yesterday evening our friends J and G gave me a ride to the Radical Mental Health Collective meeting.  It was really nice of them.  Ming ended up getting a Lyft.  The meeting was fewer people this time.  There was no food.  I didn't have the easel.

But we got things done.  We took a picture.  There were some hugs.

Now we're waiting for the mechanics to finish fixing our car.  Poor little Echo.


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