So I know this is all supposed to be about the way I eat (I still eat my salad every day at lunch...made much more delicious since the Jersey tomatoes are in!) but since my glucose number (and yours too) rises with stress I'm going to share my angst with you too.

On Friday last my air conditioner in my car broke. The compressor. Lots of money. I called the dealer and they were to order the part and get back to me. Why is it that never happens? Why is it I have to make all these calls? The other day I complained about having to wait. I can't imagine what people do with no one home to wait and call and look for and do all those errands and all that waiting that needs to be done just to run the home. This is where some one else would say hey, that would make a great business. I could wait at other people's houses for the plumber, electrician, roofer. I could call the car dealer and wait for packages that need to be signed for. No way. Not me. My glucose number would shoot out the top of my head if I had to wait for my stuff and your stuff!

So. I called the car place. We bought three of our four cars from them and have them serviced there. We are trying to keep these cars happy and healthy and forever. I call. They can't find the name. Turns out they have my daughter's name in the computer despite the fact that she only owns one of the three cars. Can I, when I come in, tell them so they can get somebody to fix it? Sure. And do I get a discount on service for doing your job? Quck question. Why can't you fix it now, while I'm on the phone? Nevermind.

Earlier this week when I told of my broken air conditioner in my car someone asked me if I remembered when cars didn't have air conditioning. Absolutely. I also remember when people knew who you were and who your mother and father were. And I remember when who you were and how you acted got you some small measure of respect. I vividly remember my mother going to the bank because she had bounced a check (erroneously...the woman reckoned to the penny daily). The bank found the error. They had posted her check for her property taxes twice. Not only did they apologize, but they wrote a letter to the township clearly my mother's good name! Yesterday I was beside a young girl in the bank drive-thru. The teller was holding the girl's driver's license and passport (yes, passport) and still would not cash the young lady's check. And she was annoyed at the girl for trying. I don't know the whole story, but that was pretty rough for a check at the drive-thru.

Anyway...I do remember simpler times and kinder times. And I do remember sweating in the car in the summer (and searing my thighs on the vinyl seat).

We sent a man to the moon on less computer power than a dollar store calculator but someone did something to the computer at the car dealer and I have to go through three people for one person to tell me the part is in (and no answer on how long it's been there) and another to tell me they won't be able to fix it for three more days...four if I need a loaner car. And, could I please point out their error again so that someone can try to fix the computer.

Okay. My number is up, I'm sure. Going to go walk to destress. Although, when I get back in the car, sweating, I'll probably stress up again. That is, of course, until I go sailing down the highway with the wind blowing in my hair. Sometimes a dog's life looks like a lot of fun!