We got the SUV back from our mechanic in time for New Year's Eve. That is good because we are giving rides to a couple of our friends that night.
I was at the house of a friend last night. She has a Santa doll that totally reminds me of the mechanic in New Mexico. The doll has a sweetly smiling old man face and fly away hair and beard. That mechanic was so nice. He worked on our car until 9pm that night.
I've accepted that what my uncle did is a reflection of him and his mental illnesses, not of me. Poor guy. He has issues the same as his next-older sister, my mom, does. His just show up differently so I didn't see them at first.

When we were on our way home from NM on Wednesday I missed the highway that would get us to his house so didn't send a Karma Grenade down it.
Last night I got four skeins of obnoxiously cheerful yarn to make squares for the RYL blanket. The one that Amaryllis is doing.
Happy New Year!