Amen, Amen
Perhaps the lesson to learn is go with the flow. Very Californian. Breakfast at the usual place, meet with one of the Honda salesmen to go over the numbers, a walk along the lake, a lemonade at another cafe followed by futzing with this stuff. Not bad. Feeling good: the vacation still has two days to run and I don't have to return to work until Thursday. I can do that, given I have to.
And, yes, the Element. I very clearly saw as I lay in bed thinking about it this morning that buying this car makes no sense for someone who doesn't get out on the road very often. Except this isn't about buying a car (is it now, doctor) but something more along the metaphorical lines of climb up out of your funk, get your idiot ass in gear and go.
I talk numbers with two more dealers tomorrow and then I'll sign on one of their not so metaphorical dotted lines. And I will own a tricked out, air bagged out, stereo system with more speakers than I can count, Element. And I will make payments to the bank for the next ten thousand years like a good little soldier, something, for reasons I generally comprehend, I have attempted to avoid. So be it. One who does not owe money is not a proper American.
So be it.
Amen, amen.
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