Tuesday, September 24, 2013 – A Car Called Intrepid
It is the sign of a very good life when you almost welcome an inconvenience so that you’ll have something to write about.
This morning started off the same as any other. On getting out of bed I immediately went to my computer desk and checked emails and facebook. From across the room I could hear Laurence starting to make his way to the land of the living – yawning and cracking as he got there. And then I heard his faint cry for “Orange juice!” “Coffee!” Eventually, it became “ORANGE JUICE!” “COFFEE!” And then I headed downstairs. Chief torturer, me.
Actually, we do have a routine where I bring him orange juice in bed, and a few minutes later, his coffee. The man puts up with an awful lot of convoluted angst from me – the least I can do is provide him with the simple pleasures. Then the usual whole grain breakfast and nuts and fruit, then showers, and then off we go.
Laur cycled to work. (Good lad!) I turned the key in the ignition, heading off to the gym for Yoga and Zumba. You know what comes next. “Click, Click.” And then another try, “Click, click.” A few more and then a call to hubs (as if he can do anything about it,) a call to our Auto Club, and our Intrepid goes for a check-up at Jim’s Automotive.
*****
My hubs LOVES our 2003 Intrepid. We bought it from my step-dad’s estate for a very low price. It was only seven years old and had little mileage on it. (My mom preferred her van and she also preferred to be in the driver’s seat – on many levels. And Cecil was a happy as a pup with two tails.) It was the closest we will ever come to having a new car.
It got a little dirty when we were in Arizona and Laur actually took it to a Car Care place – we get great cheapskate coupons at our Seniors Trailer Park. But then he decided, “Oh what the heck!” and had almost the full detail done. Good grief! If I spent that kind of money on myself to shine me up, he’d think I was up to no good.
My mom and I get a chuckle out of Laurence and his golden Intrepid. We both agree that if Laur had to pick between the Intrepid and me, there wouldn’t be much of a contest.
Intrepid – comfortable, adjustable
Jan – more like a wheelbarrow
Intrepid – happy to serve, just turn the key
Jan – not so much
Intrepid – loves to go for meandering drives in the country
Jan – loves to go for long, fast-paced WALKS
Intrepid – without protest, provides heat or air-conditioning
Jan – thinks turning on the heat or AC in the house is wimpy
In a polygamous society, I think the Intrepid might be considered Wife #1.
*****
Update: It turns out the only problem with our Intrepid was that it needed a new battery. Would that Laur and I could have our "get up and go" boosted so easily. I guess that’s why God created oranges and coffee beans.
This morning started off the same as any other. On getting out of bed I immediately went to my computer desk and checked emails and facebook. From across the room I could hear Laurence starting to make his way to the land of the living – yawning and cracking as he got there. And then I heard his faint cry for “Orange juice!” “Coffee!” Eventually, it became “ORANGE JUICE!” “COFFEE!” And then I headed downstairs. Chief torturer, me.
Actually, we do have a routine where I bring him orange juice in bed, and a few minutes later, his coffee. The man puts up with an awful lot of convoluted angst from me – the least I can do is provide him with the simple pleasures. Then the usual whole grain breakfast and nuts and fruit, then showers, and then off we go.
Laur cycled to work. (Good lad!) I turned the key in the ignition, heading off to the gym for Yoga and Zumba. You know what comes next. “Click, Click.” And then another try, “Click, click.” A few more and then a call to hubs (as if he can do anything about it,) a call to our Auto Club, and our Intrepid goes for a check-up at Jim’s Automotive.
*****
My hubs LOVES our 2003 Intrepid. We bought it from my step-dad’s estate for a very low price. It was only seven years old and had little mileage on it. (My mom preferred her van and she also preferred to be in the driver’s seat – on many levels. And Cecil was a happy as a pup with two tails.) It was the closest we will ever come to having a new car.
It got a little dirty when we were in Arizona and Laur actually took it to a Car Care place – we get great cheapskate coupons at our Seniors Trailer Park. But then he decided, “Oh what the heck!” and had almost the full detail done. Good grief! If I spent that kind of money on myself to shine me up, he’d think I was up to no good.
My mom and I get a chuckle out of Laurence and his golden Intrepid. We both agree that if Laur had to pick between the Intrepid and me, there wouldn’t be much of a contest.
Intrepid – comfortable, adjustable
Jan – more like a wheelbarrow
Intrepid – happy to serve, just turn the key
Jan – not so much
Intrepid – loves to go for meandering drives in the country
Jan – loves to go for long, fast-paced WALKS
Intrepid – without protest, provides heat or air-conditioning
Jan – thinks turning on the heat or AC in the house is wimpy
In a polygamous society, I think the Intrepid might be considered Wife #1.
*****
Update: It turns out the only problem with our Intrepid was that it needed a new battery. Would that Laur and I could have our "get up and go" boosted so easily. I guess that’s why God created oranges and coffee beans.