So I went to the eye surgeon for a post-op visit this morning, and the good news is, I won’t need prisms in my eyeglasses from now on - which will save me $250 or so a pair.
The bad news is, my depth perception is still a little off as I’m getting used to seeing with both eyes. Which is why, when pulling out of the tight exit lane of the hospital parking lot to go home, I drove my much-loved new car into a parking sign, which creased the entire passenger side pretty good.
“Oh please oh please oh please, don’t let it look as bad as it sounded,” I prayed under my breath as I drove to the CVS to get my prescription. But of course it was, and I wanted to cry when I looked at it.
One of the things I learned after my readers bought me a car a few years back is that having a respectable-looking car (that is, a car that isn’t an outright beater) does a lot for your self-esteem. You don’t drive around feeling embarrassed, or that people are making assumptions about you because you have such a crappy old car.
And one of the things I was happy about was that when I attend my son’s rather extravagant wedding, I wouldn’t be driving a beater. Oh well. (In case you couldn’t guess, my insurance won’t cover this.)
I stopped at the auto store on the way home and picked up a dent kit and some rubbing compound to get off as much of the scrapes as I could, and it does look better. I’ll try to pull out the dents, too, but the paint is down to the bare metal in spots.
And all I can say, in the immortal words of Olivia Soprano, is “Oh, poor you!”
Because on the large scale of things, not such a catastrophe. I mean, a dear friend called me last night to tell me her husband’s in the hospital with fluid around his heart and they’re waiting to find out why. That’s a real problem.
This is just, well, discouraging. Humbling. Aggravating. But, as my nana used to say, “Everyone’s cross is tailor-made.”
UPDATE: I finally got hold of my bargain mechanic, who actually lives fairly close to where I’m going on vacation. We’re going to meet along the way, he’ll take a look at the car and we’ll make arrangements for him to do the work. He’ll let me make payments. Yay!
Park a block or two away & walk to the affair.
It’s not like that. It’s an estate out in the country, with valet parking.
pass the hat for a rental, black chrysler is estate friendly!!
Oh this makes me sad for you. What a time you’ve had.
What, are you kidding? Subaru Foresters are the perfect cars for driving to estates out in the country. Perfect for throwing a couple of hay bales and a pair of wellies in the back. Besides, all the cool kids drive them.