I just got a new car. The old one got me through so many weather jams I am grateful for the 11 years it gave me. That old green 2003 Outback will be missed. No car payments will be missed.
You know what will not be missed?
Headlights going out when the emergency brake light goes on while driving down the interstate.
Not having any dash lights and having to see the speedometer while going under a street light or following (a safe distance) behind someone else.
Front end grinding and knocking.
Juice stained carpets.
Juice stained ceilings.
Juice stained seats.
Knocked out front fog light from when Emily scraped a parked car.
Hole in back bumper when I drove over a generator.
A “My Child is an Honor Student” in middle school bumper sticker (oh, yes I was one of those parents). Since Tristan was 14, I’ve been trying to get it off. Goo Be Gone and then finally a chisel. Tristan is now 18 and still no dice.
The poor old green thing has been replaced by a dark grey 2015 Outback. Unfortunately, the new car smell has been replaced by Chick-Fil-A, Starbucks and poodle.
Today I began cooking a month’s worth of dinners. I’ve done a couple of weeks worth before, but never this big of an undertaking. I started last night.
Since I had a boat load of veggies to chop I bought a new razor sharp knife. I was almost finished chopping buckets of onions when I started talking to Tristan. Yep, you guessed it, I cut myself.
I spent 30 minutes sitting in the living room trying to stop the bleeding.
I decided to pack it in for the night and slipped the knife into the soapy water in the sink. I then forgot said knife was lurking beneath the dirty water. I put my hand in to find the cutlery on the bottom and cut my other hand!
I spent another 30 minutes sitting in the living room trying to stop the bleeding.
Today, with the addition of band-aids on two fingers, I started cooking ingredients I had so diligently prepped the day before. I looked down at one point and one of the band-aids was missing!!! I had only made three dishes so I dug through them all. I couldn’t find it! I looked on the floor, in the trash and the sink of soapy water (minus the knife this time) to no avail. I debated what to do…could I get away with it? No, I had to throw the three dishes away.
Finished the cooking and took Allison to an orthodontic appointment. I had been sitting in the waiting room for ten minutes or so when the reception said to someone, “Do you smell onions?”
I am always a great preacher of following one’s intuition and gut feelings. This time though I failed, miserably!
Allison wanted to spend the night with a friend I disapproved of. Nothing major had happened with this friend, just a general feeling of unease. Allison had recently been disappointed by her best friend and was feeling lonely. John and I discussed it and decided she could go.
Around 8:30 that night Allison called and said she wanted to come home because she had fallen off a bike and was hurt. I was not prepared for the extent of the road rash she had all down her back, seat and thigh. At the emergency room she cried when they washed the wounds. She has not being able to lie on her back since last Friday. She has been in terrible pain.
The point of this story is I feel culpable. I held out not letting her go over there for the first 6 weeks of summer. My soft heart (and brain) took over. This is a good example of never giving in when you know deep in your soul something is just not quite right.
Repentance. Penitence. Contrition.