It doesn’t look like much, does it?
It’s just a few spots of oil on my carport floor.
However, it’s proof My Last Dance for Freedom will never happen.
It began on the fifteenth of July 2017 when Katie pulled the Casita to the house.
I named the Casita… My Last Dance.
At age 78, I realized this was probably my last freedom opportunity. Although I am in reasonably good health, the past five years hinted these are the beginning of my end days.
Freedom ended today, the sixteenth of January 2018. I was told my Toyota needed a twelve-hundred-dollar repair.
The 2003 Toyota has over 172,000 miles, and I can’t afford another car.
I’m also facing a two-thousand-dollar medical bill this year.
I’m financially tapped out.
I’m putting the Casita up for sale.