I’ve spent a good bit of the last month dealing with one topic: My functionally-challenged car. For a long time my car had a power-steering fluid leak, then the brakes went south on me, and one-day while I was on an errand to Wal-Mart, I noticed smoke billowing from under my hood. Turns out, the radiator was blown.
After more than a year of holding my car together with band-aids and duck tape (literally) — because I really like not having a car payment — I decided to just get everything fixed. Bite the bullet. Take the plunge. Go all in.
I was so relieved to have it back and running properly, only to discover, just after a few days, the dang thing is leaking oil. Another fix. Another check to write. Plus another task: Cleaning power-steering fluid and oil from in front of my house.
I really don’t have time to deal with this car.
After all, I’m busy. Plus, it’s Christmas – “Advent” if I’m being picky about it.
I have gifts to buy, cards to send, trees to decorate, travel arrangements to make. My mother’s coming to town! I also have articles to write, Christmas services and a pot-luck to manage. My wife, Rochelle, can tell you how repelled I am by the notion of being responsible for other people’s fun. And oh yeah, I have two daughters and a wife and all the everything that everyone has to manage during Christmas.
I don’t have time for this…and did I mention that I don’t want to spend the money. What’s more, I’m not that guy. I don’t care about cars. Clothes? Maybe. Tech? Yes! Cars? No. If a car gets me there, it’s done it’s job. A car has a single function; get me where I’m going. Exactly 0% of my ego is invested in an asset with only depreciating value.
Still, though, dealing with this car is beginning to be a pain.
But last week, as I was driving to Tyler with my oldest daughter, Malia. I saw a couple of motorist along the highway. At least I can say this, “My car didn’t break down in the middle of East Texas.”
I’m left with all I have to do and handle and it’s still Christmas. Good heavens, wouldn’t it be nice if I could simply enjoy this Christmas without all this other junk?