Every Drop Spilled
Our neighbors, Fred and Rae, went to Eureka Springs on Friday to celebrate their anniversary. They left me in charge of taking their dogs out a couple of times during the day. We love their rescues, Mikato and Gus, and of course, I have no problem spending time with a couple of extra dogs.
They also left me their 4-wheeler (ATV), as it looked like rain and I really didn’t have time on Friday to walk the mile down to their house and back. It would also save me from getting out the Baby Blazer and putting it back in the garage soaking wet and dropping mud all over Dale’s clean garage floor.
I was a little nervous about taking out the 4-wheeler. Our plan had been to buy one when we moved here, mainly so I could take it up to the Big Box to get the mail, but I had only drove an ATV twice in my life. Both were test drives and Dale was with me.
Driving my Cares Away
Yesterday, I had to complete yet another very unpleasant task at the bank.
I’ve learned these past 18 months since Dale’s very unexpected lay-off from the good job from which we expected he would eventually retire — that there is something worse than paying bills — not being able to pay them.
Yet, when I hopped in my 1988 “Baby Blazer” and drove off into the sunny but cool day, my cares melted away.
We Americans have long had a love affair with our cars, and I'm no different. When I was a younger woman, I wanted, more than anything, a "Baby Blazer," those smaller Blazers Chevrolet used to make.
In 1988, we bit the bullet and for nearly $400 a month for 4 years, which was a lot of money for these 20-something newly weds, I got one.
She was my first and only automobile love.
