Winter Takes Its Toll

Ok, after a long cold winter complete with piles upon piles of snow and harsh conditions, I walk out to start of my new baby......low and behold, my naivety strikes again as vehicles that have been around since the 1950's and that are similar to a tractor,  need a little TLC.  Had to find some help, ASAP.....or else this thing was going to become a permanent fixture in my driveway, which among other things, it was kind of in the way of the basketball hoop.  After a small bit of research (read: none) I found Arthur, AKA George Clooney look-a-like who in the dark of one evening, came to rescue me and the truck......he was sold to me as an "expert" on old cars and I am sure he is....but he is also a damn nice guy who seems to like helping damsels in distress.   And I was in distress...the kids were commenting "are we ever really going to have an ice cream truck" and friends were continually asking "hows it going", my heart rate was elevating.   Was I really going to be able to pull this together?  Was this truck really going to change the fear that I have about myself that I am  "the little girl that cried wolf" with all the years of crazy ideas and talk without action?  Was I really going to be able to put myself out there this much and drive around the town where I live in an old fashioned ice cream truck?  You better believe it, but it certainly was not going to be easy.  Arthur pulled me out of my negative tailspin with calm words, a patch on the gas tank and a much needed clutch adjustment.....just what the doctor (or ice cream entrepreneur) ordered.