So we found out what’s wrong with the car.
It’s the clutch.
$925
Yes. Nine Two Five. NINE HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE.
I’m not really sure what to do.
I don’t really have anything left I can sell. Certainly not in a short period of time, though I don’t have a whole lot of stuff that’s valuable and Ebay is always dead in summer.
At this specific moment I really wish I was one of those people who had the social capital to ask for donations or something. (That’s not me hinting or anything, that’s just a wistful statement.)
There’s not really anyone I can ask for help.
I could write my father another letter, I guess? I mean it’s probably better than sobbing into a pillow. … Probably?
copperbadge/Sam does a thing called Radio Free Monday that is a weekly round-up of links, a lot of which are for people who need help. It probably won’t cover it, but you might get a couple of donations off it. I don’t know what you’d need to have in place, since I’ve never done a donation account thing for myself, but Sam should be able to tell you. Sam, I’m tagging this for you so you can chip in…
knitting in the dark 