No, not channeling Paula Deen or anything. Just thinking in terms of comfort food. Mac and cheese would work pretty well right about now, too.
Just when I think I can maybe, possibly get on the road to doing what I want, it looks like I will have to keep doing what I need.
My beloved car may be headed for the parking lot in the sky. A breakdown on the interstate yesterday has led to an appointment with a mechanic tomorrow. The husband spent the day under the hood, and says it does not look bad, just expensive. A blown or cracked head gasket. I don’t need to know what or where that is to know that it has dollar signs attached. Maybe too many to make it worthwhile. Hence, another vehicle.
I have some cash saved, and can get more. It’s not that. But that was money for My Next Life, you see. I wanted to do what I wanted, not what I needed to do, with that money.
Of course, this is not the worst heartbreak in this story. Bill, the nice man who towed my car home, was an out-of-work land surveyor, towing cars at any and all hours to keep food on the table and the mortgage paid. I have plenty of food on hand in the pantry, and no mortgage. I don’t have to make that awful decision about selling stuff to finance other stuff.
I’m not happy about the possibly of dumping money into or ending my relationship with my 10-year-old Mazda, but I know what other people are facing in this country. I know lots of people do without the basics, and make tough decisions every day. Bill the tow truck operator did, and had a sense of humor and great courtesy on the entire drive to my house. If he can find that kind of grace, so can I.
An on an earlier post: our swimming group did save our pool. Our county commission voted 7-0 to leave all the pools open, and cut no programs. Amazing what the power of a single voice can do when it gets together with other single voices and refuses to go away.