Today, my car, which has been in the shop for most of February and most of March, having it's front end rebuilt twice, has to go back to the shop. They forgot to charge the A/C. Not an acceptable level of repair anywhere, but this is Texas and we use our A/Cs all year long.
So that got me thinking about my car and how I chose it for all the right reasons, and how I chose the stick shift... on purpose.
Now I do have regrets about the car. It turns out that I do not like the way it drives (handles). Who knew that that was such a high criteria.
OK, so I can't say as right now I regret the choice of a stick shift. But sometimes I do. Those times have to do with traffic and weariness and stress.
Still, it's in that category of things that have a price.
That got me thinking that cats are, too. I never regret dogs. I get stressed. I get angry. But I never regret dogs. Cats, on the other hand, have litter boxes. And I regret litter boxes. And sometimes I regret cats. So I have to remind myself that I made the decision to get cats. And I'm going to have to do something more aggressive about taking care of the litter box.
Because if a cat kills my Japanese Maple, it will not be a good thing. My criteria list for that little tiny tree includes survival at all costs.
All this makes me wonder what else is on that list. Kids? Certainly not for me. I have never wanted to raise one. Home ownership? Not when you see how picture perfect my front yard looks. Living in Texas? I hardly think about it any more. Boyfriends? Eh, they are human, after all, and entitled to having a bad day.
Right now the list of things I consciously chose to become involved with despite the price includes cats and Elements.
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News from the Desert: Dad says he and my sister are hanging out and doing Tequila Shots. This is his way of saying that he's ready to be home. Yesterday there were two stable blood readings in a row. Which means he might be able to come home soon. Maybe even today. Not sure that I'm happy to hear he might be at home without constant care and pain killers. My poor mom. But I guess I can always ship him some Cuervo.
At least his sense of humor seems OK. Thank gODS.
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Some of the smartest people are so dumb. I am going to try to think of ways that I fall into this category. Other than the voluntary ownership of litter boxes, that is.