My mom called me this morning and asked me if I had her car. Confused, I said, no, I did not have her car. I did, though, see her car in the backyard yesterday afternoon around six.
My mom said it had been there last night, and POOF this morning, it wasn’t there anymore.
So apparently, someone walked down our driveway and into our backyard and stole my mom’s car last night.
My mom called me a little while later and asked me if I had by chance gotten my dry cleaning out of her car when I was over there yesterday.
Nope. Didn’t occur to me. I knew she was picking some stuff up, but I totally forgot.
So my favorite clothes were all in the car. My nice dress pants, my cashmere sweaters I’ve been collecting for years, that I was getting cleaned before I stored them for the summer….SIGH.
And I know insurance will pay for them. But still. I liked those clothes. They were special.
It makes me realize how people feel when their houses burn down and stuff. I mean, not really, obviously. But, to a very small extent, I see what it is like to lose stuff you really liked. And I wish I was more enlightened and didn’t care about stuff and knew that it was just STUFF, and I do understand all that.
Then again I felt good in those clothes, and there is something to be said for having clothes that make you feel good.
And I know some people love to shop. I don’t mind shopping. I like getting stuff I need and feel good about. But I would also rather have one nice thing and wear it over and over than have four sort of nice things. I like to have a small collection of choice pieces. It takes time to find those pieces, and it takes time to get them altered, and find the right shoes, etc. The details are what I find difficult.
Really I’m just bitching and complaining. I’ll be over it soon. I guess.
the thin line between optimism and delusion... 