This is the picture of being a grown-up. Isn’t it gorgeous? I’ve got three more just like it.
Here’s the deal with these gorgeous rubber circles I now call my own. I spent a couple of months slightly worrying about needing them. Once I resigned myself to the fact that I needed them, I spent a couple of weeks agonizing about buying them. A co-worker spent a few hours of his time and some energy doing the research for me and then explaining it all to me so I knew what to buy. This was no easy task as I am not what you would call “tire savvy.” Or “car savvy.” Let’s just get down to it – I’m not “machinery savvy.” Probably even better would be to say as long as my car goes in a forward motion of its own volition, I am happy, regardless of the tire tread I leave behind or the exhaust that fogs up our roads coming from the back of my car. Anyway, we spent the better part of a day churning through that miasma. I took a couple of hours to shift money around so that I could buy them. I then paid for them and spent three days waiting for them to come in. This was a long process, months even.
And last Wednesday morning, I arrived for my appointment to put those tires on my car with a book in hand, a make-up bag and plans for catching up on my correspondence with friends. I had breakfast in my bag, my laptop and some nail polish, just in case I ran out of things to do. Sixteen minutes after I sat down in the lobby, the service people called me back up to drive away in my safer, new tire-adorned car. Sixteen minutes. I must say, I feel slightly cheated.
Love, Jimmie 