My great-grandfather was right…
Kasia December 15th, 2008
Cars really DO eat at the table with you!
As many of you know, I live in the Motor City. I have gone without a car before in this area. I’d rather not repeat the experience, even though I now live a block away from a very nice supermarket and could get to work via public transit (an hour and a half each way, but at least possible).
About a week ago I had an issue with the car freaking out and running frighteningly rough. You know, where you’re really glad you have a seat belt because the horses powering your engine have suddenly turned into bucking broncos? Like that. But it worked its way out, my father speculated that it might have been a gas line freeze (as it was quite cold and I had, foolishly, let my tank dip below 1/4), and I went on my merry way.
This morning it happened again. BUT this morning it was about 40 degrees Fahrenheit. It could’ve been moisture, but definitely not a freeze; and since I had half a tank of gas still, that still seemed unlikely. So I called AAA, borrowed TBS’ car for the day, and am now trying very hard to leave this in the God Box. I would much rather not have to buy a car right about now, especially given how much belt-tightening we’re already going to have to do for the first few months that Canuck lives here, but we’ll see what we have to do. I keep telling myself (with prompting from my beloved Canuck) that it could just be spark plugs…and keep trying to ignore the little voice whispering that the timing belt is overdue for a change and the axle boots need replacing…
BUT – God who does not forget the sparrows is not going to forget us. He’ll take care of it one way or another. I just need to accept that I’m not in charge of the situation, which is exceptionally difficult for me to do.
Never discuss sudden windfall money in a car, like tax refunds, third paychecks, etc. Never ever ever. It hears you and wants its share.
Same goes for houses–they hear it and want their share.
So discuss those things in a restaurant, where they can’t hear you.
I’m not making that up. That’s learned stuff, baby.
I have hoofed it for the better part of my life (whether by my own choice or the dictates of others, we shall leave for a future court of justice), and honestly? I’m better for it. One can get by quite nicely on foot and public transit. Just because Henry Ford was a douchenozzle and incredibly, INCREDIBLY and stupidly narrow-brained does not mean the rest of us must suffer forever.
Hey, I have up pictures of my and my bridesmaids’ bouquets. Scroll to Thursday, Dec. 11.
But, but…the Big Three just got their bailout money! Haven’t they started GIVING cars away yet, since they no longer have to even try to make money selling them?
Seriously, I hope it’s just a tiny repair job, and you’re not facing a total replacement. (Oh, and I’ve tagged you for one of those quiz things.)