My dog takes me for a walk every morning. He waits for me to finish my shower outside the bathroom door. When it hasn’t rained too much, he leads me through the woods full of Scotch Broom and blackberry stickers. Each day, he knows how to deliver me to the sidewalk across the street from the grade school my kids went to twenty years ago. We pass the bus stop, sometimes someone is standing there waiting for one. I have lived in this neighborhood for twenty-five years and never taken the bus out of it.
The suburbs dictate you have to have an automobile, even if you’re a hermit. Just look at all the driveways with one or two cars. And then there are even more parked on the street. It’s like it’s mandatory to own a vehicle in case you want to escape the solitude. My dog doesn’t really notice as he poops in someone’s yard. I am a two bag scooper pooper, picker upper.
Without much of an income for way too long, I have failed to give my transportation much love. One came lunging and coughing, begging for help. I limped it down to my trusted mechanic and discovered the shop is an ownership transition. Good old Frank is retiring, hopefully the new guys will be just as good. A few days after taking my car to the hospital, she was purring like a kitten again. I had to bail her out with $1300. Barack, I could use a personal bank account stimulus, hint, hint.
Today the wife went out to do whatever she does with her sister most every weekend. Stop and go traffic on the freeway, she was rear-ended by somebody who was rear-ended. Her first traffic accident after twenty years of driving. The rear bumper was branded with the license plate of the car that hit her. We are not exactly the litigation kind. When our former neighbor accidently broke both her ankles sledding, there were no lawsuits. So far, she seems to be without whiplash symptoms and the car is relatively unscathed.
I am thinking I don’t need an auto to expand my horizons. Maybe I’ll grab a pile of quarters out of the coin jar and catch a bus to who knows where. That will be special date with my artist child. Take a nap my sweet pooch, I’ll take you to the mailbox when I get back this afternoon.