Listen to Your Mother
My mom on her 85th birthday
I went out car shopping today and it was a slog the whole way. I’m looking for another small 5-door hatchback because Goldie runs my life. She needs a place away from me to ride so she doesn’t kill us both with her leaping about, but also a car that is low enough to the ground that she can drag her 15-year-old bones up into. I’m NOT lifting a 65-pound dog more times than I absolutely have to.
I went to five dealerships and nobody had the model I wanted to see and the salesmen were getting more and more pushy and annoying and I was getting crankier and more tired.
I finally gave up and went to see Mom. We were talking when I got a sudden sharp pain and squirmed in my chair.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, worried my accident-related wounds were bothering me.
“Girl cramps,” I said.
“Oh, honey,” she replied. “This is not the day to go shopping for a car.”
Right she is. Moms are smart like that.
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In other Mom-related news, BlogHer has decided to sponsor Listen to Your Mother, a series of readings of motherhood-related essays written by women.
I could not be happier about this project or more proud of the women involved in it. I met Ann Imig of Ann’s Rants last year at Creative Alliance 10 and heard her wish in the famous yurt for a national audience for Listen to Your Mother. I also got to laugh and weep and smile through a Listen to Your Mother reading. It’s like the BlogHer Community Keynote with a focus. So good, so powerful, such heart-fillingly good writing.
There will be a LTYM at BlogHer this year. Don’t miss out.
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Do you know about CarBargains? They obtain bids from several dealers on the model that you want, (theoretically) saving you the hassle of negotiating a price. I know a couple of people who used them many years ago with good results, but no one recently. Still it might be worth looking into if the thought of having to repeatedly tell your salesman that you don’t want the undercoating damn it! gives you agita.
I’ll take a look. I’m counting on a friend to act as my negotiator, since I am such a wimp.
Your mom is beautiful. Great photo.
Thanks so much, yurt buddy.
Gentle hugs, and go get some really good chocolate.
Isn’t she great? I love her.
You deserve every accolade. I love how you have worked to make this wonderful thing happen.
I ate a Ritter Sport marzipan bar. Does that count?
This is how I feel after meeting you, and every time I see a post about your mom, and after hearing all about your sister:
I wish I was in your family. I mean that with utter sincerity.
We can still adopt you!
You know, you can do a lot of that work by phone and email. Find the car you want to look at, set up an appointment and it will all be set up when you get there. Then you just have to be super firm about not wanting to get called or emailed, ever, about anything.
Yeah. I think ultimately I will buy a car thru Auto Club or Costco buying service, but I have to test drive everything first because I need to FEEL it.