January felt like 2021 condensed into a whole month.
So much for asking 2022 to be kind to us.
So far, it’s been a month-long kick in the… teeth.
The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck
January felt like 2021 condensed into a whole month.
So much for asking 2022 to be kind to us.
So far, it’s been a month-long kick in the… teeth.
We took the car to drive up to the arboretum in Aubonne. It was a nice, if chilly, walk.
Been a sad/stressful month as we had to say goodbye to our little Kia, who served us well since we moved to Switzerland. We knew it was going to need to happen this year, as we were facing some hefty bills for new brakes and an expertise service. That would have been throwing money down a hole, as it wouldn’t really have done anything to the trade-in value (especially with the visible bodywork needed).
When the brakes started squealing much sooner than anticipated coming back from a sledding outing in Marchairuz, we bit the bullet, shuffled some money around and took out a leasing on a much newer, bit bigger, Kia Niro hybrid SUV. The paperwork and process were a bit stressful, especially because the dealership’s whole European operations got caught in a ransomware attack and, for reasons unknown, the insurance transfer got me really anxious. Everything seems to be falling into place now.
Katy was a bit concerned about the fact that it would be an automatic, but she’s getting used to it now and says hill starts are much easier.
Generally, big black dog refers to depression, but this time it factually refers to a big black dog, who was super well-behaved while we saw the new year in with Colin, Karen and the kids. We had raclette, nitraty-pig (hmmmm nitrates) and played cat bingo, exploding kittens, ticket to ride and a really abbreviated round of cranium. Fun night. We needed something like that, even if the price is a slight hangover this morning.