Every Damn Day

I am fascinated by weird things I suppose.

I ponder things often and intensely.

Wonder where that came from?

I last bought gas on March 9.

I filled the tank today and I noticed.

I have 2 miles to go until my car reaches 2,000 miles.

Not a typo, not 200,000 but 2,000

and I bought my car Memorial Day 2017.

So 1 year and 2 days ago.

Round trip to CA included in tha

t number (560miles)

My last car that I traded in had 

just turned over 80,000 miles

and it was 15 years old.

So is that weird because I drive so little?

Or weird/unusual because I don't need to,

 because of careful planning.

I consciously select to run all my errands 

on one day and I plan the route 

circling around until I am back home.

I've told everyone including the salesman, 

barring a recall 

or accident

, 

this is my last car.

He called last week to ask why I hadn't been coming in for service.

TOLD you so lol

I can easily get 20 years out of this one which takes me to age 85

I very carefully selected my home 

based on price, number of bedrooms and location,

which as far as I'm concerned is the primo location.

If someday I am confined to motorized 

wheels in my older age, and I still live here,

and I've thought about this a lot;

I can reach every single thing 

I need in less than 1 block.

6 restaurants, hair salon, grocery store, Starbucks,

pet groomer, four banks, UPS, and an urgent care.

2 blocks gets me to library and an upscale outdoor 

mall with over a dozen restaurants, PB, Anthro etc.

Only think missing is a Target and I have 4 within 4 miles.

Most of my friends don't

think 

 ponder these things.

They also don't have emergency kits

 and food and water stored.

My organizing, neatness, preparedness is all due

to DJR my Dad.

He pondered a lot and often. 

Always finding a possible/newer/better 

way to handle 

or build or arrange things.

You guys know all those boxes I have 

so perfectly arranged in my garage?

Well way back when, Dad brought home lidded boxes

that bulk typing paper came in.

He painted them all white with two coats of paint

to make them sturdier and to be able 

to be wiped clean, 

and nearly moisture proof.

He then measured and drew two pencil lines

 spaced apart, 

where he then stenciled 

the name of the contents!

You call me AR?

He was meticulous, principled, loving, kind, 

intelligent, funny, patient, faithful, and a great man

who was loved by so many.

I was the last person to talk to him.

I was alone with him,

 and lying by his side holding his hand when he died.

I miss him every damn day.

Look carefully at the tips of his fingers.

Z