I borrowed my mother’s car this week, so my husband could work on our SUV. I’ve been driving the little convertible, but it’s winter, and Hubby doesn’t want to risk the convertible. It’s OK to risk my mother’s car.
She’s 92. She doesn’t drive much. She had my sister drive her to the DMV to renew her license. But she likes having that car in the driveway. She likes being an independent woman. She could drive if she WANTED to. That’s important – even when your hairdresser stops by and picks you up for your appointment. (I love my mother’s hairdresser.)
I don’t like to deny Mom that autonomy. Besides, it is embarrassing to have to borrow a car from your 92-year-old mother.
It’s also a little mortifying (can you be just a little mortified, or is it all or nothing?) to LIKE her car. I mentioned to a friend that I was a bit embarrassed, and she said, “Oh, your mom is in her nineties? Is it a Buick?”
And holy shit! It is!!!!
And I like it. A very smooth ride and steers with your pinkie finger.
But there are no seat-heaters.
I hate that.
Well, not to Mom, but on Facebook.
Facebook = The Complaint Department of the First World.
And a friend immediately wrote that she too had her parents’ car – they were in Florida for the winter and their car is better in the snow than hers. But with their car, she has to turn the headlights on and off. HERSELF.
I mean, really.
Does Life have be so hard?
I’m having a rotten week.
Why just the other day, I went to take the twelve thousandth photo of my dog, and I got video instead.
And this was right after my TV remote wouldn’t work, and I had to change the batteries. And I had to FIND the batteries.
And I tore a contact lens while putting it in – which I NEVER do – and I now I have 77 days of lenses for my left eye and 76 days for my right eye.
And I went to the coffee bar and they gave me my Cappuccino in a paper cup, when I clearly wanted to drink it there.
And there was a sale on bananas, so my husband bought 3 bunches, and now they are getting black and I don’t feel like making bread.
And I paid $3.95 for a movie on Pay-Per-View, and the dog had to go peepee right in the middle, and I missed 7 minutes while he dicked around trying to find just the right spot.
And I wanted to wear my lavender penny loafers on Wednesday, but it was raining and they’re suede.
AND someone stood in MY spot at Zumba.
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