Old Husband and I have not been playing well together here in 'Harmony Cottage.' Car repairs is the subject of discord this time. I do not like to drive. I want nothing to do with cars. I view them as a necessary evil that sucks my money.
I waited as long as I could before taking over the driving because with that also came the responsibility of car maintenance. Old Husband's way was always to drive until it quit running, then fix only what you absolutely had to to get it running again, and see how long it would be before it stopped again. He always used a neighbor/shade tree mechanic for repairs.
That's not my way. Because I know next to nothing about cars I want everything repaired. This means we lock horns over car repairs. The time has come when I have to do something. I decided it would be good if Son took the car and Old Husband in to the dealership to learn exactly what needs attention. I think you probably should have the spark plugs replaced more than once every 13 years but maybe not. I asked Old Husband to make an appointment for Saturday to get a diagnosis. He made it for in the morning.
We'll set off from 'Harmony Cottage' by 8:30, though our appointment isn't until 10:00, because he likes to be early. I'll be stuck in a little waiting room while he sits, stands, walks around, whispers loud enough for all to hear, and asks repeatedly how much longer it will be.
Our car is old. We're old. It has low milage and seldom needs repairs. He wants a new car but that's not going to happen. I'm only hoping to make this car last as long as he does, then I'll make every effort to figure out a living arrangement that will not require a car.
I warned you I would not be able to remain quiet about politics if it involved civil rights, human rights, voting rights, religious freedom or separation of church and state. Well, it appears the round up of illegal immigrants is about to begin. I have no doubt some need to be deported but I've seldom seen it work out that those are the only ones who actually get deported. The wider they cast the net the bigger the pain is going to be.
I recognize this issue is a campaign promise of President Trump. I just wish he, and his, weren't so happy about it. It's not something anyone should take delight in doing.
Being a native Texan I'm quite familiar with how a significant population of Texans feel about Mexican immigrants. Today I read an article that makes me cringe.
I think the thing that puzzles me most about these people is they see no correlation between their Christian faith and their political views on this issue. That troubles me.
I'm a native Texan but these things hurt my heart and make me know I would be miserable living there again. My heart goes out to our daughter who lives there because of her work. It's no longer the Texas that was my home for 62 years.
I'm pretty sure I prefer the immigrants to the natives.