The ungrateful car. Sigh. I often think I deserve more recognition for simply doing what I am supposed to do. I took this photo with a wide angle lens.
After admittedly far too long a time, I had my car washed inside and out. My RAV4’s response?
It’s about damn time.
Pat’s 2014 RAV4
What did I expect, a parade?
Yes, in fact, a parade would be nice. Some experts think needing recognition is a sign of immaturity. They’re right, of course. But, at 75, immaturity sounds like a compliment.
I also paid my Real Estate taxes today before the car wash. It was a day before it was due. Nothing. No lollipop, no discount on taxes, nothing.
I give myself a daily injection for my weak bones. Every damn day. When the doctor said this was the only treatment left and what did I think, I said:
“Do you have a box of tarantulas in your closet? Bring them out and let me eat them. I would prefer to do that than give myself one injection never mind daily.”
C’est moi, Pat Coakley
I’ve been doing it for 13 months. Still, no champagne corks poppin’ anywhere, any day.
A small pick-up truck merged aggressively into my lane on RT. 1 this morning. It had a Trump sticker. I did not flip him the bird nor scream at him about his beloved’s immaturity.
My grand-nephew, at age 4, once asked me from the back seat,
“Do birds stop at red lights like you do, Pappy?”
4 year old grand-nephew
I’m ending with that sweet story because I am still able to remember them despite this global lack of recognition.
