My car is on a trip without me. In our ten-year relationship, this is perhaps the third time he's left me behind. My son's band is on tour and the guys had planned on taking the drummer's van, which chose an inopportune time to break down. I didn't actually volunteer my vehicle, but when asked to lend him did step up. I support these boys whole-heartedly; they have worked hard and gained a following, not only locally but also regionally. They have had isolated out-of-town gigs, but this is their first tour.
I gave my boy (Fernando) a little pat and told my son and the other guys I expect daily wellness checks. And I added, "You boys be safe too." My kids tease me about loving my car more than them; I say it's not more necessarily, but maybe the same amount. The other boys are as funny as my son. When I told one of them that I'd turned the Buddha around to face forward (as he does for long trips; for short trips, he faces into the car), he said, "Okay, I'm glad you got that covered. I was going to pick one up on the way out of town."
The timing could be better on being without my car. (I have a band member's brand new Elantra to use until the band returns.) Even though I'm finished with my classes, I do have to take care of a few things on campus one day next week. And I'm hoping to get to the gym a few days too. I can deal with driving a different car, but it puts me out of my comfort level. I suppose getting out of my comfort level isn't a bad thing. I just hope Fernando has a good time on his trip and comes home safe.
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