Tonight as I turned out the fridge looking for something resembling a fruit or vegetable to serve as a side to our standard roast and potatoes Sunday dinner, I felt like Hobbes when Calvin seceded from his family to run away to the Yukon.
Last Wednesday I planned to go to the grocery store.
While quickly pulling our car out of the side garage and around to the front, I someone managed to leave my driver's side door open. Apparently car doors and garage door railings don't get along very well. Instead of going to the grocery store, I went to the body shop, holding my door closed the whole way because its bent shape wouldn't allow it to latch.
Our car should be ready tomorrow. I managed to bum a ride for a quick grocery trip for essentials (milk, eggs). But each night I've opened the cupboards to just enough for one more meal. I don't think this is a miracle of the cruse of oil. We've just been steadily revising meal expectations.
Maybe we can use the money we saved on food to foot the repair bill.
The repair brought up an interesting values question for Abe & I. We had to get our car door replaced. The used replacement didn't match so we had to decide whether to get it painted. Here was the question: Did we want to
(A) Give up $250 or (B) Have a silver door on a maroon car?
I don't know if I'm more interested in hearing your own answer to this question or hearing what you think our answer was.