After dropping an unbelievable amount of money into my car to get things with the axle/CV joint/hub kosher for the road, I finally picked the Mercedes from the mechanic yesterday afternoon. I've put about 40 miles on her since then, and the rattle from the rear passenger side is back.
Between that and the yo-yo game going on between me and Western on whether or not this can be a project supported by the school and for credit I'm running on faith fumes. Everything else has come together, in such a short time. I'm planning on leaving Bellingham in five days, if somehow this will all turn out. Someone want to buy me a car?
Or loan me the money? Maybe between the two cars I can have one sweet ride, and spare parts.
In the midst of wondering how on earth this trip is going to happen I find myself yesterday talking to a lady at a coffee shop who is leaving the next day to finally start rebuilding her life in New Orleans three years after Katrina. She vents about the Army Corps of Engineers blowing off the Dutch offer of assistance... what to the Dutch know about dykes and levies? The trailers that were housing Katrina victims and poisoning them have been removed, and tent cities of displaced working poor dot the landscape. Oh, and celebrations and political events celebrating the Katrina rebuilding success are planned. She was beyond overjoyed that someone was coming down to show what was happening.
More people are coming to me with stories of bodies of immigrants murdered and buried in the Arizona desert. Many of these workers I am finding are coming here as there own livelihoods in Mexico were ruined by the "free trade" policies, desertification of farm land from climate change and water rights issues... So there men with guns wait to shoot refugees of an economic system that we've created with our consuming and needing more and more for less.
We've allowed our rights to be taken away. We've become complacent in alternative energy and sustainability being squashed in favor of what makes corporations money. We've allowed our spirituality and faith to be redefined to suit us for servitude.
So, back the car goes to the shop Monday... and off I go trying to find the funds to make this happen. I'll take anything you got, including prayers.
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