Choices

Yesterday, I had a choice of making a fancy dinner or meat loaf with mashed potatoes and a salad. I chose the latter.

The snow is coming down like crazy, big wet flakes that should have shown up in October/November but are here now, scaring the birds away in the spring.

My husband had a choice:

1. AWD with DSTC  (traction control) and not great rear brakes and fantastic  all-weather tires; or

2. My car, AWD with incredible snow tires and a “maintenance required” light in the window.

Yes, he stole my car. It’s OK. I’ve the boots and coats and hats to walk to a store at any time and to take out the dog as well. The winds are high so he’d normally want to be low on the road in his sedan, but my SUV will do well for him today.

We like to think we don’t have choices but usually are able to choose even if it is a bad or worse choice. We usually come up with reasons to do or not do something due to a scale we just have in our heads regarding whatever subject it is, and talk it out. Seldom do we need to do a plus/minus column on a pad. No, not an iPad. We don’t have those yet.

We don’t talk about groceries (unless he’s with me, he got a bunch of fruit yesterday) or many mundane things.  But things like moving (in-town or elsewhere), and work are important so these matters are always discussed.

And who is going to take care of our old dog when we are at  J’s folks for Thanksgiving? We both know the answer to that. We drove once. We will not do so again. Thanksgiving is our one constant every year for nine of the past ten (an online retailer wouldn’t let my husband go one year but did afterwards) years.

In the end, we’re going to get some of the snow that should have come over the winter. I’m glad St. Patrick’s Day is over because it creates chaos in this town.

We make choices. That’s what adults do. That’s why we write fondly of our childhoods. What snowed/rained today has turned to ice, so watch your footing. Black ice is deadly, especially as any car around here would speed down the road thinking nothing of killing me and my dog as they race somewhere…. Dee