Sunday 23 July 2017

Day 4 - 204 -- Disappointment

Today began with a smile and ended with anxiety induced nausea. The sun was pleasant and the air cooler and drier than the past week. The door could be left open so the breeze entered to help to cool the house. Grocery shopping went well without crowds at the store. The car has been acting oddly recently and today was worse than usual. The battery is dead though the dash display showed that it sensed a door was open -- none of them are unlatched, so not sure why it chose to leave the lights on and drain the battery. So, the morning will begin with a call to CAA for a tow truck to either provide a boost so I can drive to the dealership or to tow the car there themselves.

I found myself feeling betrayed and disappointed -- as if the car were a friend. It seems we often become attached to inanimate objects that we interact with daily. If the computer or cell phone or other device freezes up, it can create something akin to anger that often is rooted in other emotions. Fear and anxiety are often part of the negative feelings that ensue. These two emotions can manifest in many ways -- none of them comfortable. Knowing that I can call for help tomorrow and someone can find the root cause is a positive. Not knowing what cost will be associated with that cause can make a stomach churn. Given a newer vehicle was on the agenda for sometime in the near future, frustration results with the current situation -- should have obtained a new one sooner <sigh>. So, we descend into the woulda, coulda, shoulda place of self flagellation. 

At times like this, I miss my dad more than usual. I could always ask him what he thought was happening with a car, giving me the differential diagnoses. From there, I could be prepared for the cost of fixing the various possibilities. This reminded me of a song about the feeling of home, written by a Canadian singer-songwriter. This version is sung by him with another major Canadian artist -- an interesting pairing of voices and guitarists. Enjoy! 



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