I hate it when reality sets in.

I ordered my Camaro, oh, idunno . . . months ago. It was supposed to be here in April. But it wasn’t. Then it was supposed to be here in May. And then it wasn’t. It was supposed to be here in June, July, August. But it isn’t. The dealer kept putting me off and putting me off. Now it’s supposed to be here in September.

Right.

In the meantime, I have some unavoidable car repairs, vehicle registration, and an insurance policy to pay for. The window of perfect opportunity has passed, and it’s no longer worth it to get the Camaro just now. I’m gonna have to wait for the spring to make these costs worth it, since I definitely won’t recoup them in a sale.

I had three special deliveries that were supposed to arrive this summer, but I guess I’ll have to be satisfied with one out of three. I’m trying not to be too whiny about that, because I really can’t complain about my life. I have it pretty good. But leave it to me to always want just a bit more. So yeah. There goes the dream summer with my dream car, cruising around with special people inside it.

In the meantime, I’ll be over here appreciating what I do have, but not giving up hope for the things I want.