The continual tow
All it required was for me to extract a clean pair of socks from the drawer, and the dog went into overdrive. Race upstairs. Bound on and off (and on) the bed, with the same sense of anticipation I’d noted on other evenings. This “go for a long walk” behavior seems to suit him. Me; not as much. I’m aching from the continual tow (although that might be my fault).
Anyhow, with three long sessions of foot-propelled cardio already today, I’m glad to be back in and away from the streets. More snow gone. More homes sold. Spring, in every direction.
Today was a garage day. I had to be in their waiting area at 07h45, and leave the car behind. The walk, through the industrial park and back into classic suburbia, shows that sidewalks are not an affectation. Drivers aren’t afraid of pedestrians. I made my return trip in mid-afternoon, cognizant of my own human frailty.
The cost of owning a car is complicated. Over the last few days, I’ve spent a full 10% of the ticket value on standard repairs. Brakes (so many expensive pieces), lubrication, drive belts; I learned that “serpentine” refers to more than snakes and river meanders. But, the car should be much safer for the road time we have ahead. I mean, stopping is a desirable characteristic. So is going.
This week is going by “like gangbusters”, and I’d best start planning an optimal luggage load before I have to load the luggage. Time won’t be on my side for much longer.
