Problem is, stopping the world and jumping off prob’ly won’t do me much good today…. If I touch it, it goes SPRRROOOOOINNNGGG!!!
What a mess. literally: everything I touch is what a mess.
Well…the computer is letting me type…sorta. We’ll see if it saves to disk, and we’ll see if it lets this post go online.
How do I doubt it?
….and….
How do I doubt it?
Oh, well. On the brighter side, my son has kindly volunteered to make a grocery-store run for me.
On the dimmer side…by myself, I couldn’t get to the store for love nor money. To say nothing of to the store and back home. This business of kiping my car puts me in one helluva bind! Whatever I need to get done, I can’t do. Wherever I need to go, I can’t get there.
Whinge!!!
Y’know…an annoying aspect of this fiasco is that my great-aunt and her mother, my great-grandmother, lived in Berkeley for decades and never had — or needed — a car. Sooo…why do I feel I can’t survive without a vehicle?
The aunt worked in San Francisco, a top-level functionary at Crocker-Anglo National Bank. She walked a block up the hill from her home, hopped on a light-rail train, and rode into the city. Hopped off practically in front of the bank.
The great-grandmother used to walk up that hill every day or two to shop at the neighborhood grocery store and drugstore. Then she’d haul the groceries two blocks back down the hill.
They both lived well into their 90s, with no ailments that they ever complained about. Now…they were Christian Scientists and so they didn’t complain about their ailments. Prayed them away, right? But truth to tell: they appeared to be in the pink of health right up to their end: in their 90s.
Hmmmm…. Lookee here! This is Saturn’s Day!
Hot dayum! Somehow, despite my good son’s offer to schlep to the grocery store, I had the idea we were in a weekday!
Man! Talk about unstuck in time!
Well. This is good. It means he’ll be able to kill a couple of hours on my errands, and I won’t have to risk life & limb walking (hobbling?) to the slum grocery store to the north of us.
Heh. Actually, that store is a supermarket. And a pretty nice one. But the neighborhood surrounding it is a bit…alarming. I do NOT like to go up there on foot, and most of the time, once in a car I’ll go somewhere else.
And therein lies the difference between my aunt’s transportation challenge and mine. It was not unsafe for her to walk from her house to the train stop, nor was it unsafe for her to ride across the Bay, get off in downtown San Francisco, and walk into the bank
Lemme tellya: you could not pay me to ride a bus or that damn lightrail into downtown Phoenix. Nor would I get out and walk around down there. That is NOT what any woman in her right mind does.
Phoenix is L.A. East…and that is not sayin’ a good thing.
Jeez. Can you imagine?