At 6:30 this morning I was awakened to the sound of Old Blue coming home to me. "Old Blue" was such a hard working, dependable old thing. Not much to look at but always there for me. She kept me safe in storms, took me on trips, kept me in business because of her faithfulness. Then one day she was sluggish, I knew she was old and tired. But she kept trying to move for me until the very end, pulling herself down the road, bit by tired bit, until she just couldn't move by herself anymore. Experts were summoned and most said because of her age to just let her go. Take the best of her and give to others but she wasn't going to be around. But I didn't want to let go of her. Dad called one last person to look at her and see what they could do. They put their heads together and examined every inch of her. Was she worth saving? Would she be able to be put back together? They finally decided that yes, there was a good chance. It would be expensive but was worth it. I was so happy. It had been 2 weeks since I last saw her and felt the comfort of her. Looking at her from the front, she looked the same, tired and old, but loved. At 6:30 this morning, a horn sounded in front of my house. I ran to look out at a wonderful site...Old Blue coming up the driveway and stopping in her usual spot to rest. YES, OLD BLUE, my beloved VAN was finally home, the operation and replacement of a transmission and engine was a success. New life had been breathed into my "Old Blue". I quickly ran into the studio and grabbed stuff to take to the Farmer's Market. I loaded her with care so happy to be on the road again. When I turned the key and shifted her into gear, she purred and I think even winked her lights as she was ready to hit the road again. Old Blue and Lynne, together again.