Indian Time - A Voice from the Eastern Door

The last few weeks have been especially trying. You know that old saying bad news come in threes? Well in my case it’s more like multiply it by 3 and then maybe one more time for good measure. It hasn’t been a good season for me and washing machines. I went through two by the time Christmas rolled around. Faced with the kids having a good Holiday or a new washing machine, I started trucking the laundry between home and the laundry mat. Then right after Christmas our car broke down. The truck has already been off the road since October so I was car-less and washing machine-less. After getting the car fixed a few more times in the last month it looked like I might never get a new washing machine. But that didn’t really bug me that much. Nothing is more stressing than having to get two kids to two separate bus stops at two different times and have a car go flat line on you. Not one to give up on things or vehicles I was forced to Rez start my car every time I had to get somewhere or was someplace and needed to make it home. I had to keep a bug juice bottle filled with gas on me at all times. Why? Because when the car wouldn’t start, which was always, I would have to take off some tube or pipe thing and pour gas into this little hole and magically the car would start right away. Did that for a few weeks before some scary sound came out of the hood area on my way home one night. That was it for the car after that. It was seized or had a heart attack I’m not sure. After a full week of rushing around arranging rides for my boys I finally went to a car dealership to test drive a new car. Everything was great and I loved how new a new car was. When Monday came around I went to pick up my new car and my curse with cars followed me. Upon arrival the owner of the dealership was so baffled. He said the battery on my brand new car died. And they had to put a new one it. That’s never happened before he told me. Then the thing didn’t pass inspection because of the whole ordeal of putting a new battery in and resetting the computer. It was like I touched the brand new car and killed it. Unlike the Midas touch where everything turns to gold I must have the grim reaper touch because I’ve gone through three washing machines in less than a year and am on my third car. Maybe it’ll be all right now. I’ve got “On star” in case I break down, a warranty on the new car and every kind of insurance I could have possibly put on it because who knows what could happen with my mom’s touch.