Today I was convicted by how horribly addicted I am to comfort and convenience. I’ve mentioned my car problems before. Last fall, when I stalled coming out onto a busy street and almost got killed, we finally decided we could avoid it no more and shelled out the $500 to have the starter problem fixed. That was about three months ago, and we already have a different issue. Both the handle to the driver’s side door and the back hatch are broken. Well, the driver side door handle is hanging on by a thread. It’s going to come off in my hand any day now. And the handle to the back hatch is permanently stuck. So when I went to Target yesterday, I had to cram my purchases in the front seat because I couldn’t access the back at all. LOVELY.
I need to get it fixed, OBVIOUSLY, but who has time to sit in the stinky dealer’s waiting room with one or two kids, depending on the time of day, and shell out $$$$ to fix stupid door handles?
I hate old cars. I hate being nickeled and dimed to death. I hate to be inconvenienced with trips to the repair shop and putting my dang groceries in the stupid front seat when I have this cavern in the back for just that purpose — that’s why I DRIVE the frumpy mom-mobile.
I know that I should be THANKFUL that I have such a comfortable and generally reliable automobile to drive around in AND THAT IT’S PAID FOR but I’m not. I’m grumpy that I have to keep fixing stuff. And sticking my groceries in the front seat until I find time to take it in. Oh and one more thing. The rear windshield wiper? Broken. Try seeing out of the back of a minivan without a windshield wiper. Not exactly safe.
Speaking of life’s minor irritations, I was without data coverage on my blackberry for over an hour today after I dropped it at the mall and the battery went skidding across the floor of The Children’s Place. Would I be able to live contentedly without email for an hour? No, I would not. I was grumping the whole way home, and my poor husband took the brunt of it because he’s always the first person I call when something’s not working. SUCH a lucky guy to be married to me.
This all begs the question, how ridiculously addicted to comfort and convenience can a person possibly be? It’s sickening, truly. But our culture just cultivates this addiction, doesn’t it? Instant gratification is almost expected nowadays. Lord, please grant me peace and contentment… without any suffering or inconvenience please? Thank you, amen. LOL. I seriously pray that way. It’s wise to cover all the bases.
Change of subject: I checked my blog poll results (does that link work?) when I got home, and the tide has turned. It’s almost 50-50 for merging the blogs with the “Absolutelys” taking the lead. How did that happen in a matter of four hours? Is someone rigging this? And I thought I had it all figured out. Y’all are a tough bunch to please.
And I’m also intrigued by the several comments that said that my new WordPress home isn’t as warm and inviting as my old abode on Typepad. I love, love, LOVE this new setup SO much more. I love it because it IS more spacious and minimal. That’s me. I hate clutter. But I also don’t want it to be cold and unwelcoming. So any concrete suggestions you may have as to how to improve the feel of my li’l home here on the Internet would be appreciated. I’m always tweaking. As you know.
So then. Time to get off this here computer and tend to my children who are presently vegitating in front of Cyber Chase. I’m breaking all my rules and posting this immediately without proofing or letting it marinate overnight. I’m SUCH a rebel.