Saturday, July 3, 2021

Grandma's Chevy

                 7/1/2021 --- I sold my Grandma's car today.  

In 1988 my Grandfather bought my Grandmother her last new car, for her birthday.  I think it was for her 85th.  It was a blue Chevy Celebrity.  She only drove it to church and the store and out to dinner.  Once in a while one of her younger friends would take it on a little road trip "to give it a good run".  I think she quit driving in 1994 or there  about.    She really wanted me to have this car.  It is a good car and its paid for, it would be good for you.  Yes, but Grandma, I really love my Honda.  So I got the car in 1995, drove it over from Arizona with my Grandma.  She died a few months later.  So then I had 2 cars.  My Honda lived in my little driveway.  The Chevy lived on the street.   Except for the 2 street sweeping days a month, where I crammed it into my driveway, so I could not forget. Then if it was a work day I would drive it to work.

It was a good car, but it felt big and awkward compared to my Honda.  I always thought of it as Grandma's car, and at that time, I was not a Grandma.  It was nice to have a back up car if my car was in the shop or having any issues.  But otherwise, I only drove it a few times a month.  Enough to keep it going.  Maybe a little more sometimes, but not enough.  My Honda I serviced regularly about every 7,500 miles.  The Chevy, not so much.  It would take SO long to get another 7,500 miles on it, and most of the maintenance money went to the car I drove the most, my Honda.  Yeah, I did a little maintenance on it, but not enough.  At least the oil got changed. 

 The tires needed replaced from age long before they wore out. I always bought my tires 2 at a time from Discount tires.  A few years ago I started letting them put the air in my tires most of the time instead of doing it myself.  Felt pretty lazy about it, but they do all 4 faster than I do 1.  They often mention my tires are getting old, I should think about getting them replaced, it does not matter that the tread is fine, they are probably rotting from the inside.  I would put it off, it hurts to replace something that looks fine.  2 years ago they pointed out how bad the 2 oldest looked and I replaced them, but decided to wait on the other 2. Maybe I will sell it and the new person will want something fancy.  

 I would occasionally forget street sweeping and get a ticket, or someone visiting would get one.  It has been a while, but they were not cheap then and are probably a lot more now.  Even now, if I know my car is not in the street there is a feeling of panic when I hear the sweeper coming.

It ran pretty good most of the time.  One annoying thing it did was to randomly die when going slow.  Mostly it would happen at a light, or stop sign or in a parking lot.  Just turn it off and turn it back on.  Annoying, but not dangerous.  But a couple times it happened making a turn in traffic, and with power steering it was scary so I was often a little nervous about driving it.  One time after it did that in traffic I took it right into a shop.  They could not figure out what it was, they had it forever, replaced a lot of stuff.  Since I had another car I was very patient for a long time.  They would say they think it is this, but we are having trouble getting the part.  Then no, we think it is this.  This went on for many months!!!  They ended up not fixing the issue, and not charging me for what they had done, and I had it towed elsewhere.  They determined it was a wiring problem, and fixed that, then said it was also a fuel injector issue and fixed that.  It was better for a while, then slowly the occasional random dying started happening again.  Some time after that it started happening more again, plus it needed something else.  Took it to another shop and they cleaned out and replaced a few fuel injectors.  It was better for a while and then it would start happening again.  But sometime after that I started using a fuel injector cleaner occasionally.  It did not solve the problem but I think it slowed its progression.

The car was kinda a silver ice blue from 1988 until 2005.  It was looking pretty dull and I wanted a change  I picked Porsha Red.  It was different, plus red was my Grandfather's favorite color.  It came out a little oranger than I expected, I was hoping for closer to fire engine red.  But it looked good.  I started keeping it covered most of the time at home.  But covers are not cheap and don't last long. Every tiny little mark on it I went out with the little touch up paint they gave me and went over it.  But it did not dab on well, it went on goopy, kinda like fingernail polish.  May have protected from rust, but didn't look great.  Then I started buying the touch up sticks from auto stores.  Again not great.  Maybe I didn't sand it enough first, maybe it was not clean enough, it often seemed like as I moved the applicator, the paint moved with it and did not stay where I wanted it.  Eventually I gave up and didn't do much, didn't want to make things worse.  I was covering it less, mostly just after I washed it, for a while.  Even after the covers started falling apart I would sometimes put  them on.  I thought maybe being 3/4 covered was better than not at all....at least keep some of the bird doo off it.

The car sits a little low.  If you hit a dip or a bump at more than 2 mph you scrape.  My neighborhood has a few dips and the world's biggest speed bumps.  Then I started thinking I should get new front shocks, cause that just made it worse.  I got one estimate, years ago and it seemed like a lot.  More than I wanted to spend at the time.  

Every once in a while I would think maybe I should sell it.  I am not driving it enough.  It needs some work.  Let it go to someone who is going to drive it more and keep up with what it needs better.  The thought of trying to sell it would fill me with dread.  I would have to sell it myself, cause it is old, a business might give me a little for it, but would probably just junk it.  I did not want that to happen.  I have not sold a car to a person in over 30 years.  Craigslist scared me.  I know it is popular but you also hear bad stories about people using it.  I don't carry a phone around.  I don't text.  I am not an early riser. People don't know how to leave a phone message, and wait for a response, plus I hate having to answer the phone all the time, and return calls if they do.  Kept putting off selling it.  Plus every time there was an issue with the Honda, I was so happy to have the Chevy.  How would I get to work otherwise?  Buses no long run in my neighborhood.  No friends or family close by.  I don't uber.  It was only 5 miles, by freeway, but by side streets maybe further, with some big hills and to get there by 8:30........I could not do it!  Time went on and I retired and really thought I should sell.  I don't have to have a backup car now.  

So 5 months after I retired I washed and vacuumed it, AmourAlled it and put signs in the windows. I had looked up the value on line.  Most sites did not go back that far.  One site that did had the high low and medium prices.  I felt it was closest to medium, but since the mileage was super low, it should be worth a little more than medium, so I put $1450. on it.  My house is not in a high traffic area, but some people in my neighborhood saw it, and I started driving it more, and people sometimes asked about it.  A guy down the street seemed very interested, he came and test drove it. He mostly wanted it as a second car to haul around kids in.  (there goes the almost perfect interior....darn).....but at least he said he could do most repairs himself.  Big Plus.  He wanted to think about it.  A friend of his came and looked at it and pointed out a few things, some I had forgotten about.  Like the loose tail light from when someone backed out of my neighbors and hit it.  I had forgotten that.  I didn't know how to fix it, and the light still worked.  I just pushed it back in every time I walked behind it.  (update-last week I attempted to glue it back in.  Not positive if it worked or not....didn't want to touch it till was 100% dry, really hoping it worked).

So I don't hear back from that neighbor, give up on him.  Two weeks after I put the signs up, we went on pandemic lock down for covid!  Not the best time to sell.  After a month I took the signs down and thought I would try again later.  Months later that same neighbor came back with a young co-worker.  We just did a short test drive.  He seemed interested.  I told him to think about it and let me know.   Months went by.  Then he came back said he still wanted it, but didn't have the money.  I had gone down to $1200. for him.  Said he was saving up.  I told him I would hold it for him until January.  The end of Jan. comes, still no word from him, I am thinking I better start trying to sell it again.  But still dreading it.  Also super annoyed that no matter how much I ask, everyone expects me to come down.  Sometimes that is the very first thing they say...it is even worse when it is the first thing.  Later on seems more like a negotiation.  I don't like it, but kinda get it.  Asking first thing just sounds super rude.    $1200. for a car that runs and has very low mileage seems like nothing!  If you don't have that, how will you do the work it needs and keep up with maintenance?  Spend a little getting it in shape, then maintenance and NO car payments! He seemed like a nice kid, but....

It is not old enough to be a highly sought after classic car.  But maybe it will be someday.  My ideal buyer was someone that could do most of the work himself.  Get it back into mint condition and keep it that way.  Hopefully I would see it around town occasionally, looking good.  Maybe someday at a car show, all painted and shiney and looking good.  Not go to someone just looking for a cheap car.



Taken before I "helped" the chipped paint.

                                    Then a few months ago when I was looking at some of the chipped places and seeing they were starting to rust I thought I better do something.  I hated the idea of doing anything that would make it look worse, but  I thought I should at least try and do something to keep the rust from getting worse.  I watched a lot of videos on what to get, what to do, how to, read reviews on products, etc.  Went around to various auto supply stores gathering materials.  First I sanded down all the rust spots I could find.  (this week I found a couple inside the trunk I did not know about at the time, made a mental note to do something about them sometime soon).  Washed and rinsed the spots and let dry.  Then I put this rust treatment on them that goes on white and turns black.  It said make sure you wipe any extra right away.  I had a bucket and damp sponge I kept using.  I thought I was doing an ok job.  Then let dry well.  The next day I went out and there are lots of black drip lines!  Looked awful!  Either a damp sponge was totally the wrong thing to clean them up with or there was a lot of moisture in the air that night.  Rain had not been expected, but did it mist a little?  I don't know.  Then you were supposed to put primer over the spots.  I also thought maybe I should put the primer over any little chip or scratch that were not yet rusting to help keep it from rusting. So I sanded them down a little also before the primer.  I hate the look of primer, and none of the limited colors it comes it looked good with red.  But the rust colored primer said it had extra rust fighting properties.  So I got that one and put it on everyplace that I found without red paint.  Ok, now I did something to help protect it.  But it looks horrible!  Instead of 0.5% rust, it now looks like 5% rust.  I am horrible at spray painting, plus although it is mostly on the hood, there is some scattered in many places, I knew I would get it everywhere if I tried to spay paint those spots.  But I hated looking at all the brown/black areas now.  I just took some cheap craft paint I had that came the closest to matching and went over it with that.  I knew it would not last, but it looked a little better than without it.

Also the 33 year old rubber around the windows was all cracked.  I just found out a couple days ago that is something I could have done myself if I could have found the right parts for it.  I had no idea until I ran across a video that it could be way easier than I thought.  Wish I had seen that years ago.  Spent 1/2 hr. looking for the right part on line, with no luck.  But maybe if I keep looking I will find it.  Also the weather stripping around the door is coming loose and has a few tears.  I had tried to glue that back, but it didn't stay.  I later learned on line that if I had taken it all out cleaned the rubber and cleaned the area underneath and bought a special glue, it might have been okey at least for a few years.  But between the loose rubber and the bad rubber a little water would get in when you washed it or it rained, so I would tell people they needed to fix that soon.  One day I noticed a tiny drip coming from the ceiling near the mirror.  So I put silicone sealant all around the windshield.  Hopefully it stopped it, but haven't had a lot of rain since.  

So March I start getting ready to get it smogged and up for sale again.  My routine is: first I put some of that cleaner, (Sea Foam is the one my mechanic says he likes), in the gas tank, and also in with the oil.  Then I drive it for a week then change the oil.  Then I get some good freeway driving in, try to help burn off built up crud, then do the smog test.  During that week instead of cramming it in the driveway for the street sweeper I decided to go drive it around the neighborhood.  I need to drive it more now anyway.  I am a mile from home and pull into a park and it dies and won't restart.  I have nothing with me, I was only going around the neighborhood for a few minutes.  I thought it was the battery.  I had a really good Sears battery in it, but it was 9 years old and had hesitated a few times.  I would normally run down to Sears and have it checked.  But the local Sears store closed, the next closest is 30 miles away.  So I thought I would just do the AAA battery service, it is supposed to be pretty good.  So I walk home, uphill in the rain to call AAA, grab my purse and go back.  The AAA guy was nice, but he looks 12.  He can't get it started enough to even test it and the alternator.  I then realize it is an unusual battery, and the terminals are on the side.  He said even if he does manage to get it started enough to test it, he does not have that battery!  So I contact AAA again and get towed to a local shop.  The battery they find is way more than the Sears one was with a way shorter warranty, but gotta have one, now!   Ok.  Then he says they smelled gas, and find it in the air filter canister.  That means the fuel pressure regulator has blown.  Unfortunately it is hard to get to so there is a lot of labor.  Now we are up to $800 something and it won't be done till tomorrow.  So they give me a ride home and back and I pick it up.  I didn't want to give them more money, so I went to a cheap oil change place a few days later to get that done, then go do some freeway driving, just to run it. I head for Del Mar 20 miles away.  The furthest I feel comfortable driving right now.  Traffic is bad.  Not getting the freeway speed I want, but it is something.  Half way there the check engine light comes on for 2 secs. and goes off. That is not something it usually does.  Nervous but trying not to panic.  Maybe there is some some of recheck thing going on after the recent service.  Hoping maybe the part they replaced contributed to its issues, and with a new one it will be better.  So walk around a bit, little bit of shopping and head back.  Make a few stops, traffic is better, getting in some decent running, no check engine light.  Get home ok.  Make 2 more 20 mile freeway trips in the next couple days, and go to the smog place. 

 It has been passing for 25 years or so, but it is old, and not driven enough, so I always get a little nervous.  I have been going to the same test only station for a while now.   For the old cars it costs more to smog, they do a lot more tests, and I sit and try not to worry.  It fails 2 of the things they test!  Sad and upset.  He gives me a list of certified test and repair places in the area.  There were not a lot of places on the list.  I go talk to 2 of them after I leave.  No, they can't even look at it then, and expect for them to have it a while.  Then I go home and read reviews.  Make an appt. for place in Carlsbad I had never been to before.  I go in the morning thinking maybe I could at least wait there until they had a diagnosis.  No.  They didn't want that.  How far did I live?  About 7 miles.  We will take you home.  I think that was a Thursday.  I wait all day Friday to hear something.  I call Sat. and am told they don't know yet, but they should know something Monday.  Monday they call and say it needs 2 sensors and a catalytic converter, and it might need more, they won't know until they get those parts in it, but so far it is at just over $1600!  Should we proceed?  Nooooooooo!  What do I do now?  I can't just leave it there.  It probably says that in the paper I sign.  I can't sell it without a smog.  I can't sell it for that much.  I don't want to junk it.  Donate it?  I don't know what to do!!!  He is waiting for an answer.  Its been there 4 days.  Registration is due in a few weeks.  I say do it.  Then every day I wait to hear more.  He calls Thursday afternoon, that it is done and it has passed and the price was the same as Monday!  Good!  But they are too busy to come get me, maybe tomorrow if you can't make other arrangements.  The next morning I walk to the closest bus stop, maybe 3 miles.  It takes me an hour.  Then wait for the bus that goes about 1/2 mile from the shop, then walk that part and get it.  

Ok, that is done.  Now can I sell it before registration is due?  No, I could not. I know I can't get back the almost $2600. I put into it recently.    But I change the signs to $1600.  I know, a little high, but I know whatever I ask they will ask me to come down, so I will start there.  I decide to keep the signs up even after I pay registration , or I would be in this same place next year.  I get a little interest. First week in June I put it on Craigslist.  First day I get a call and an e.mail.  The e.mail guy offers me $1200.  I say, not now, lets see how things go with my brand new ad.  But I am annoyed.  Some guy from the neighboor hood comes by.  He does not speak much English, so his daughter  is translating.  Apparently he used to do some work himself, but now has a mechanic do it.  (Not what I was hoping for, plus I kept good record's...all English, that he won't be reading).  Said he wants his mechanic to come see it.  But he never does.  I am as honest as I can be with everyone.  I don't want to rip someone off, or have them hate that they bought it.  But I really think with some tlc this would be a really great car again.

Then this guy K. from Craigslist e-mails me, and does not mention asking me to sell it for less.  He is very polite.  Says he is in San Diego.  I say I am not sure it would make it that far.  Says he is a machinist and knows his way around cars will have it running good in no time.  He has cash and is very interested.  He sounded good, we set up a day and time to meet in a few days.  Friday I took it to the car wash, vacumed it, AmourAlled it for what I was hoping would be the last time.  The meeting place was about 6.5 miles away.  I was going to leave 30 min. early.  Thought that was excessive.  Left 20, but traffic was horrible and it took 24.  Felt bad, but...not that late, oh well.  I have had days to practice trying to remember what I want to tell him.  I am nervous about the whole thing and babbling.  I tell him the whole story about the paint (the picture I posted was before I "tried to help it"), so it looks worse.  I go to show him the loose light when the trunk was open.  I didn't know it, but apparently the trunk helps hold it on.  So instead of coming out 1 inch, it comes way out!  We are both shocked.  He tells me these cars are not considered that desirable, on that site the average one was worth $1200.  I told him I know, but thought with the super low milage it was worth a little more.  I could go $1500, but I have put a lot more than that into it this year.  He said he did not want to insult me by offering me $1000. but it is not worth $1500. to him.  I am very sad.  I really wanted him to have it.  Am I totally blinded by my sentimental attachment to Grandma's car (and the car I have had for 26 years)?  Is it less good than average?  Does that super low milage (under 43,000) not up the value that much?  I don't know anything, just sad and stressed about it all.  

The next day I lowered the price in the ad and on the signs to $1500.  Decided if it did not sell in the next week or so until my ad ran out, I would not renew the ad, and would take the signs down and take a break from trying to sell it.  I would go replace the two old tires and see if I can at least find the rubber I need to fix the rubber around the windows.  I seldom used the air conditioner, just put the windows down.  But some years ago a belt broke.  The mobile mechanic asked me if I used the air much.  I said no.  He said it would be easier and cheaper to just bypass the air conditioner with a new belt.  Didn't know what that meant, but I know someone could not even attempt to make the air conditioner work without putting in a new belt for starters.  Not a big deal for me, but I guess it is for others.  Plus the rubber around the windows was so brittle it no longer held the windows firmly in place.  They rattled so loud if they were half way down they sounded like they would break, so I only put them down a little.  So if I got new rubber in that would be better, and with the new tires would not have to worry about them going out on their way home.  I would still go for $1500, even though I would be out more money and not exactly clearing $1500..  I would have use of it a little longer, and it may be more desirable to people.  So I had a plan if it didn't sell soon.

Then Thursday morning there is a knock on the door.  Luckily I was up and dressed (not a early starter).  It is two men.  One looks like a scary homeless meth head, I think I have seen him around.  The other is the basic older man.  We hear you have a car for sale, my Pops here is interested.  I think he says his brother blew up Pops last car.  Oh shit!  Meth head, plus brother that blew up Dads car, and Dad.....who is VERY old!  Not sure just what blew it up means, but I know it is bad.  Not what I was looking for.  Dad  (Mr. C.) has money in his pocket and starts doing that old person thing where they immediately start telling their life story. He just turned 85. He has lived on the street behind me since 1970.  They had 5 kids, 2 of the boys still live there with him.  He was married 43 years.  Forgot how many years ago wife died, but she was 67 and they were on the way to Vegas when she had a heart attack, paramedics got her to the hospital and they worked on her 2 hours but could not save her.  He worked for the gas and electric company for a lot of (xx?) years.  He didn't use the word lump sum, but said they offered him a bunch of money when he retired then getting a reduced amount later?  Sounds like lump sum, but that money has been gone 19 years and he is still living, and just getting social security now.  Not sure if that was just talking or hoping I would take less.  He offered me $1000.  I said no, I had been offered $1200. and didn't want to take that.  I told him I had put a lot into it this year and was hoping to get back a chunk. He said it was just what he was looking for.  Something to get him to the store and to the place where he plays cards.  That was how he had the money now, he had won some money playing.  I was trying to discourage him.  I kept telling him what all it needed.  If he can't do the work himself, it will add up fast.  Well, when my other son is not working, he can do a lot of it.  (is that the one that blew up the last one?)  

We just went around the block for the test drive.  (dropped off meth head 1 on the way).  Mr. C. was very nice, but....he had a real hard time trying to get the door unlocked, the windows open, the car in gear.  He sounded like he was doing good for 85, but should he even still be driving?  He only had 2 tickets in his whole life. I told him some of the issues the car had is because it isn't driven enough.  I told him to go home and think about it.  (hoping someone else would buy it quick....some mechanic  maybe).  No, it is what I want, and I have the money right here.  He was very nice.  But I am thinking, no, you are too old and I don't want your meth head kids or neighbors anywhere near my car!  But I could not say that.  I told him it did not pass the first smog, but passed April 1.  That he would need to have a smog cert. that is within 90 days.  If they go from the first to the first, July 1 should be 90 days and may be fine. If they really count every day, it would be the 91 and would need a new one.  He should go right over there and try hoping it will go through that day, cause I knew it would not the next day.  I did not want to sell it to him, but what could I say?  Do people really say "I don't think you are right for my car, you can't have it"? He hands me 15 $100. bills and tells me to count them.  I was glad to be getting some of what I spent on it back.  But it is not just about the money.  It is about valuing the car, and taking good care of it.  That is probably just as important to me.  

I ran in and got the paperwork.  I had most of its records since 1995 all ready in a box and the owner's manual, etc.  He said this was way more than he thought he would get, it was all good to have.  He seemed delighted.  Me....not so much.  We signed the title, and I wished him good luck.  That was 2 days ago. I have not seen it since.  I started to walk away, when I thought I heard it die.  I looked back and he was turning it around instead of just going straight back to his house.  From where I live I don't usually see it when I drive the other car someplace.  But it is not possible to  walk around the block without going past his house, so I will see it soon.  I would have felt good about it if K.  had bought it.  But I just don't feel real good about this.  I keep telling myself to let it go.  But.....maybe after a few walks by and seeing it look ok, and seeing him driving around town (without the meth heads), I will start to feel better.  But not there yet.  Not even ready to walk by yet.  I certainly was not trying to rip anyone off.  Hoping it does not seem like that to anyone he tells about it.  Does he need the money more than me?  I don't know.  His house should be paid for.  His expenses should be low.  His "boys" should be paying the utilities and helping with food.  But are they?  Meth head 1 did not look like he could hold down a full time job.  Not sure about the other one.   

That night I went to the DMV website and did the transfer of liability to Mr. C.  42,828 miles. It could still have a lot of miles left in it.   Today I went to Craigslist and just put "update: sold".  I think the ad runs out in 3 days or so.  Will call my insurance co. maybe Tuesday (holiday weekend).   

Feels like the end of an era.  An unsatisfying  ending to a 26 year long movie.  I get a little jolt everytime I look out front and don't see it.  I called a friend and told her the story.  She kept saying it is a wonderful car for him, he would never be able to learn all a new car's bells and whistles, so this is perfect for him, let it go.  Trying.


Monday, April 26, 2021

How Other Countries Fight Fat

How Other Countries Fight Fat: While many governments struggle to keep their citizens nourished, the leaders of wealthy nations are trying to get theirs to eat less. In Japan, health officials check the waistlines of citizens over 40, and those considered too fat undergo diet counseling. Failure to slim down can lead to fines. New Zealand has rules barring people In Great Britain—where 60% of men and 50% of women are expected to be obese by mid-century—r esidents of some cities are being recruited to wear electronic tracking tags to calculate how much they move each day and how many calories they burn. Daily exercisers will be rewarded with store coupons and even days off from work. Britain’s National Health Service is paying for at least 30,000 people to take weight-loss classes.

Germany plans to spend $47 million on healthy-eating and sports programs and to set tougher nutritional standards for school lunches. The government also is asking candy makers to stop targeting young children and encouraging software companies to develop games that force players to move.

— Lyric Wallwork Winik



Would some form of this work in America?  I think it would have to work by incentive only?

Safe Breast Health Monitoring: Thermal Imaging Shows What Mammograms Can’t See

Safe Breast Health Monitoring: Thermal Imaging Shows What Mammograms Can’t See: Breast cancer has touched the lives of nearly every woman in America.

Wildlife Wipeout: Wind Turbines Kill Winged Creatures

Wildlife Wipeout: Wind Turbines Kill Winged Creatures: More than a million birds and bats are killed annually by wind turbines, but fatalities are cut if the turbines are located offshore and are turned off during low wind speeds.


Read this a few years ago and it stuck with me.  I want to love the idea of wind power, but.....have they improved this?  Not sure.

Tuesday, October 20, 2020

 October 20, 2020                                    Friendship

I think the older you get the harder it is to make friends.  Maybe until you get really old and every old person is suddenly your friend.  For me its hard.  I cherish the friends I do have.  But I also am not a people person, so it is hard for me to be around people very much.  I can be annoying and am usually unaware I am being annoying.  I need to be around people occasionally for mental health, but for me it is hard work and exhausting.  Of course some more than others.  I will look forward to getting together with friends, and enjoy it (at least before covid, I have only gotten together with friends once since lockdown, and that was earlier this month)!

Some are much better at working at maintaining friendships than I am.  Some I have lost because they did not care enough to maintain them, and it takes two.  A couple have died, and the older I get the more that will happen.

One good friend, maybe my best friend lives 395 miles away and for years I would see her one day a year.  One long, fun filled day.  Than the last few years, I have seen her a couple times a year.  I last saw her in March, just before the covid lockdown.  We had no idea things would get so drastic and bad with it.  We have communicated a little since then.  We were even planning a trip for this week.  We have managed 3 trips in the past.  It has been fun, but she is all about the destination and I want to enjoy the journey, so there has been some conflict, but it was worth it, and we got over it. But somewhere in the online  discussion this time, she seemed to get mad at me, and basically said forget it, not the right time.  Her plan had been to come over to CA and visit her daughter who is currently living about 18 miles south of me.  Then pick me up and head north for a little trip.  Usually when she comes to visit her daughter I am invited to go do something with them, or at least join them for dinner.  This time I thought maybe even if I was invited, I would say, well, since we will have the next 6 days together, you just enjoy your Mommie and me time this time.  But even after the trip was cancelled, I was not invited.  I kept thinking maybe she would contact me and ask to get together, but no.  

Last I heard, she was driving over Sat. and driving back Mon.  So even then I thought I might hear, hey I decided to stay another day and my daughter is back at work, do you want to do something?  I would have said sure what would you like to do?  And if she had no suggestions, I might have suggested Julian again.  I have mentioned it many times, and we have never gone.  I love Julian.  But going when it is hot is not the best time, you want crisp air.  Yesterday might have been ok.  I don't know how many of the businesses survived covid.  It has been so hard, and they are little and often struggle, so she may not have gotten the full Julian experience, but so wanted to someday share it with her.  But no call or message, figured she just headed home. Neither of us said anything terrible.  Nothing that really requires an apology or that can't just blow over, so although I was kinda sad and hurt she did not want to see me this trip.  I was like, ok, it is a short trip, she needs a break from me and wants to just hang with her daughter.  Give her some time, and she will get over it and be ok again.

Then last night a post shows up from her on FB, at the Julian Pie Company.  It felt like a big slap in the face.  Like take that!  You pissed me off, so I will just go without you!  A year ago her daughter had never heard of Julian, and doesn't eat that stuff, so if she went with her I am super sad, and mad, and hurt about it.  If she took a little detour on her way home and went alone, I am slightly less upset, but still.  I feel like I lost my best friend. 

Monday, December 31, 2018

End of Year Thoughts

12/31/18

So another year comes to an end.  Did it go like I thought it would?   Here is some of what I thought would happen vs what did happen.

I thought I would sell both old cars and get one a bit newer.  Did not happen.  It seemed too overwhelming to even start.  I don't carry a cell or text, and people expect instant contact.  Even if I can get them to call my house phone, then it is returning all the calls, talking to them, meeting them, etc.  I want them both to go to good homes.  I like my 1988 Chevy, but mostly because it was my Grandma's.   I LOVE my 1990 Honda Civic Wagon.  She is my baby and it makes me so sad to even think about selling her.  But she has had a few issues, and lots of miles.  I am not a mechanic and don't have one volunteering to take good care of her.  It makes good sense to have 1 good, reliable, lower mileage car when I get to retire.  I won't need a back up car then to make sure I get to work.  But I also want one that I could just get in and go wherever with out worrying about it either.  

Well after I registered them both, had to get my monies worth out of that, so put it off for another year.  Now that time is approaching and dreading it. I don't care about the money I get for them so much.  But afraid if I went to a dealer or something like that, yeah, they would give me a few bucks to make the sale, but maybe they would just junk them, and I would hate to have that happen.

I was not crazy about work a year ago.  But little did I know how much worse it was to get this year.  I think a lot of it has to do with the new sup. we got 1 year ago.  Comes in all sweet and nice, then we find she is a total control freak.  Never think "how much worse can it get?"  Apparently A LOT!.

I had hoped to have some of the holes in the walls of my laundry room fixed by now.  And a new connection to put in a laundry tub.  Besides being able to use it for messy jobs, the main thing is to let the washer drain into it, so it does not go all over the floor.  It comes out of the washer faster than my old pipes can handle it.  I have to babysit it and stop and start it when it drains.  It has been going on a long time, and I have missed it too many times.  Sometimes when I am standing right there and am not fast enough.  I want to be able to walk away like a normal person.
What is holding me back from that?  I am embarrassed to have any one in my messy house, even a work man. It makes sense to do the holes in the wall before I do the plumbing connection and put in the laundry tub.  A plumber won't want to fix the holes.  A handyman may not be up to the plumbing.  Maybe that may be simple enough, but....I hate to call people, esp. to come to my house, and who do I call?  I have a knack for picking the wrong one.  So keep putting it off.

I had hoped that would be done by now.  If it went well, after that maybe I could have the same person work on the bathroom.  Assuming handy man type.  New sink, vanity, toilet, floor tile , maybe wall tile, maybe medicine chest and light fixture, maybe shelving..  Can I afford it?  Can I get one person to do a good job on all of it?  Can I get a new, low flush toilet, that does not need to be flushed twice every time I even pee?  I dragged home what is in there now myself about 35 years or so, and my ex and a room mate did most of it.  I could have done most of it, but they volunteered.  How do you get stuff with a handyman?  Do I drag it all home and they install?  Just go pick out and pay and they drag it?  I think I know what floor tile, and maybe vanity, but that is all I know.  Too overwhelming, and the laundry room should be first.

So by now, thought all of the above would have been done.  I actually thought Britty would have gone months earlier.  By now I would have sanitized everything, and adopted a couple of new bunnies, maybe a new cat.  None of that has happened.  First New Years Eve with no bunnies, cats, dogs, ducks....something (besides my turtle) in way longer than I can even remember.  When we were first married, it was a while before we brought my dog, Tobie, over to live with us.  Was that the last?  And then we were probably with her at Christmas.  Has there been any in the last 40 years?  Kinda don't think so.  I think maybe when I was really little.  This is not right.  

It has been 6 1/2 weeks since Britty died.  I have swept and mopped  the floor, but no real sanitizing.  I have not even been able to bring myself to wash her towels yet.  There is one by where I watch t.v.  It is folded in such a way that if I rub it without looking, it feels a little like a bunny ear.  I still do that sometimes when I watch t.v.  I am still making excuses for not having her put to sleep earlier.  She had so many ups and downs I really was not sure till the last couple days that this was most likely going to be it.  I always said if I really thought they were in pain, I would do it.  Well, I did think she was in pain a bit the last month or so.  But I only saw it a few minutes a day, usually when I was doing something, cleaning her or something, not so much when she was just laying around.  Then it seemed more like "I don't feel very well right now", and not "oh, I hurt like hell, please make it stop".  I tell myself towards the end, if I could have made the decision, and 5 min. later walked into her bunny vet and done it, I would have.  But the making the decision and then calling to see if he is in, and making an appt. and driving (avg. of 1/2 hr). to take her in, too much time to think about it and not do it.  I keep trying to justify it.  The truth may be more like when it comes to this I am a big fat coward.  Britty I am sorry I made you go to the very end, and did not help you feel better sooner.  I hope it was not too bad for you.  Mommy loves you so much.  Please forgive me, and thank you for being my bunny for almost 12 years.

What will 2019 bring?  Hopefully I will take care of some of the stuff from above that I failed to take care of in 2018.  Hopefully I will have some furry friends by this time next year.  And hopefully by this time next year......I will be retired!!!!  Can't wait!!! 

Sunday, December 2, 2018

Tuesday Nov. 27 after Britty.

Tuesday Nov. 27, I go pick up her ashes.  Glad that part is over at least.  
Now going on without her.  Yes, it is always terribly hard to loose a pet.  I thought this might be a bit easier to accept since I had known it was coming for quite a while.  Smokey went down hill pretty rapidly, but Britty was a much more gradual and longer decline.

It has been 12 years since I have been bunny less.  But then I still had a cat and a bunch of pet ducks.  Now all I have is one turtle.  That's it!  It is like all the life has been sucked out of the house.  I have lived alone and liked it for many years.  Life felt full and busy, now it feels so empty.  

When Andy died (Nov. 2006), my plan was to take a month or so and mourn him.  Then clean and sanitize everything (he had been sick on and off for quite a while).  Then for Christmas I would adopt a pair of buns.  I wanted an already neutered, bonded pair that did remind me too much of Andy.  So that narrowed it down to 1 pair at the Oceanside shelter and 1 pair at the Escondido shelter.  The ones in Escondido had been there longer, so I choose them.  I decided before I ever got there.  I still had to walk past all the cute ones saying "pick me, pick me", to get to their cage.  There was Brittany and Christina.  They had given up.  They looked good.  But kinda like 2 big fat ticks.  They had not had much to do except eat pellets and were a bit pudgy.  They had been been found running loose in Escondido and had been there almost a year.  I decided to make their "birthday" January 2006.  By that, Britty was 2 months away from turning 13.  But I know it could have been a bit more or less either way.  They had each other (sisters) and their pellets, and had little interest in anything else.  

I thought they would be so happy to get out of the shelter, and home with me.  My house is tiny, but for starters they went into a bigger cage before I tried turning them loose.  They had little interest in me.  They did not like the pellets,  carrots, or veggies I served.  They did like the cilantro, and would eat the hay.  Oh, well, they could afford to loose a little weight, they will come around.  

Well, of course they did and after about 2 weeks their personality started to show.  Chrissie was the trouble maker and Britty was the good, polite girl.  Then several years later Smokey came along.  He loved and demanded attention.  I sometimes thought Britty was being short changed on attention because Chrissie and Smokey seemed to need so much.  When Chrisse died, I turned my attention to Smokey and Britty.  When Smokey died, I turned it all to Britty.  So hopefully she felt like she got enough.

I had wondered years ago if maybe Britty had a heart condition.  When it was play time and they all came out to run around, she was always the first to go lay down and rest.  When they had their check up June of 2017 Dr. H. asked if she always breathed that hard.  I did not know.  Well, she lasted longer than both of them, so maybe she was just pacing herself.

This time I feel like I can't go get new buns for Christmas, sad as that feels.  I thought I was going to get some work done in my laundry room and bath room like a year ago at least.  Then I thought after the buns go, I would take a few months and get some work done in the kitchen.  Maybe I would even end up with more room for the bun area, and they would not be in the way or scared when the work was happening.   I am a master procrastinator, and even more so when I have to hire someone.  The laundry room really needs done.  The bathroom I guess could wait, but it has waited many, many years.  And the kitchen!  Well, I can't do all 3 in one year, plus can't wait that long for new buns.  But I feel like I need to at least accomplish some of this work I have been putting off.  With all the time, energy, money, etc. I put into Britty, I started saying, well, I will do that after Britty goes about a lot of things.  I didn't think it would be at the holidays.  Not the best time to look for someone to hire.  I am hoping wanting to adopt new friends will motivate myself to get some stuff done at least the first of the year, and then go adopt.  I thought well maybe I am ready for a new cat, I did not promise myself I would wait any longer for that.  But as bad as the coyotte problems is getting here, I am going to have to try way harder to keep the next cat inside. I don't want to have to worry about it running out while a work man is here.  So waiting on that too.
Christmas is kinda hard when you have no family, but have always had my fur babies.  This is going to be a tough year.