I maintain the worst part of being an adult, and the thing that periodically makes me wish I could run back to my mother’s arms and be seven again, is the logistics of dealing with STUFF when STUFF goes wrong.
My dad drove himself crazy trying to teach me, as he’d managed to teach my brother, how to build, repair, clean and replace the things that make civilized life possible. Somehow his teaching method resonated with Brian but never with me.
Which is why using my car and a towing strap to tow my un-self-propelled-for-the-moment riding mower up steep slopes to where I could push it onto the trailer (towing it thence to the repair shop to restore self-propulsion), struck me at the time as heroically clever.
“Newly found fragility” – do you refer to state of your health? I’m sorry to hear that.
If you, a driver of several-decades-experience, owner of a running car, a Twitter-user, was helpless to manage by yourself – I shudder to think what would I do in your place.
That’s why I will probably never move out of NY. At least here one can crawl to the street and yell for help, being reasonably sure at least a homeless bum at the corner will hear’ya.
Which reminds me.
Chaz, remember Miriam Sawyer at http://miriamsideas.blogspot.com/? She hasn’t updated since Oct 27. My comments are not appear in the threads; she usually moderate them; so I assume she didn’t see them.
Do you think is there a way to look up if she’s all right? She lives alone, and recently has been in-n-out of a hospital. There are no email listed on her blog; I used to have it long time ago, but then her address was used for spam and I blocked it.