Bee Gee should be home by now, her new home near Halsey. Stan sold the car this afternoon to a guy who really, really liked it. He paid the asking price. He indulged my request to pose for a photo in the driver’s seat — a request from Mom. He’s smiling in the photo, and he waved when he drove away.

Mom went for one more ride in Bee Gee this morning when I took her to the second in this year’s round of physical therapy for pain and reduced range of motion in a shoulder. We got back from the hospital just before noon. Two hours later, Stan and a pleasant man with all the right questions were peering at stuff under the hood, figuring out how how to put down the rear seats (they found two nice pencils from Mom’s art supplies that Stan included in the sale package), and looking for the boo-boo on the bumper.

The pleasant man loved the car. He said he’d be back after 5 with a cashier’s check. He was true to his word.

He shops at stores where Mom did. He respects the dealership, now defunct, where Mom bought the car. He has a couple of cats — not a deal maker for Mom, but it means something to us.

I left a message for Mom’s insurance agent — one less monthly expense. I canceled the 25 days left on the DH ad. “That didn’t last long,” the voice on the phone said. “No, it didn’t,” I replied. “Thank you!”

We’ve got half of our driveway back, and can check a couple of items off the Stress List. Bee Gee has another good home.