New Wheels

November 13, 2013

What could be better than sharing pumpkin banana pancakes, hash browns, eggs and coffee with my daughter for lunch and then argue over the addition on the ticket? We hashed out Thanksgiving and Christmas plans, sorted roommate issues, delved into possibly living together, come January, reminisced, bragged about how smart our cats are (mine is much more brilliant,) and hugged the long goodbye, after searching out plastic window treatments for our respective homes. She is off to class and me to work.

I posted my car on Craiglist and plan on purchasing a slightly used one as soon as possible. It is a good time to part with my 4WD, prior to the snow, black ice and frigid temps and get a station wagon that feels more comforting. My SUV can climb trees, though I have never had the privilege of experimenting with that remarkable feature. Though it came in handy when moving from one household to the next, selecting goods from the roadside to add to my collection in the duplex or provide for my offspring and her greedy roommates (I don’t mean that in a bad way.) They cheer (more often than not) as I show up with another incredible find and make room for it in their now crowded four-plex. Wonder how that happened?

Sold the two GM van seats taking up my precious space in the sun porch. Slowly getting rid of all of the prior tenants goods they abandoned, when scampering off in the dead of night. The endless stack of books, DVD’s and VHS tapes of Hmong romance series went to the Neighborhood Centers who serve that culture. The youthful mothers were delighted and snatched up the young love stories like kids after Snickers on Halloween. A pile of unwanted kitchen items await repurposing as soon as I get around to it. We need storage space for the little one’s furnishings when she goes abroad in the New Year.

The garage door opener isn’t functioning properly so I need a handyperson to work on that as well as assist with uninstalling the air conditioner that sits on the window ledge, sucking hot air out the side slits. I can imagine the dollar bills zooming out with the warm breeze. Oh, and I was stopped last night by a guy who rolled down his dingy car window to inform me that my driver’s side taillight is not alight. Drat. Anybody? Anybody?