Well, the Grand Cross has started to kick in for me. Whee.
The first event was on Mother's Day. As I've probably grumbled about before, my mom's birthday and Mother's Day are either around or on the same day. This year her friend made arrangements for a birthday celebration to go on for her and another friend in the olde hometowne, so I drove down there. My mother saw that my sunroof (which I never use and tend to forget exists) was "sticking up funny" and kept nagging and nagging me to 'fix it." I hadn't the faintest idea how to "fix it," but the car was definitely NOT leaking rain--I can say that because a rainstorm had broken out on me while I was driving home. I kept telling her to leave it alone and it wasn't broken and it wasn't leaking and I refused to try to "fix it."
Eventually she just lost it and climbed on the car herself and broke the rod that was preventing the wind and rain from getting in OFF THE CAR. Because by god, she was gonna fix it despite having no clue as to how to do it! And thus she CAUSED the problem that she was trying to fix. Presumably after that point the sunroof lost a lot of other parts that must have been flying off the car while I had to drive it home. And the ride home was VERY LOUD, VERY WINDY, AND VERY SHRIEKY. I was going out of my damn mind on the freeway.
I spent the week getting various car people to look into the situation. The final verdict is that (a) I can't fix it myself in class, and (b) it will cost a ton of money to totally fix the sunroof and somewhat less money to just seal off the sunroof. I suppose the situation can wait a bit given the weather, and while the mechanics did break more parts off the car door(!) during their attempts to figure out what needed fixing, it at least isn't making horrible whistling noises while driving on the freeway any more. I'd almost think it wasn't broken, though I don't know how it will function in a driving rainstorm yet. So it's not super urgent quite yet....but worrisome.
Mom and I are negotiating who pays for it, i.e. it should be her, which she admits to. On the other hand, given how much it's gonna cost, I don't know if she'll actually go through with it or not.
And then another problem blew up: someone I know is in trouble and I have agreed to publicly support her in her problem. I probably should have thought it out beforehand that the public-ness of it might not be the best idea for me, if you know what I mean. I'm not the only one joining in, which might help the ramifications a bit, and I've got someone high enough up to bat for me for the next few years so that might help too. But...I don't know. Most of me is all, "This isn't right, and I'm gonna say so," but realistically. I probably should have cowered and kept my mouth shut so as to not have the shit hit me too.
Sigh. Well, I did it to myself in the end, I suspect.