During my married life, which was most of my adult life, I was not in charge of anything. I pretty much had all the responsibility but none of the authority. When the person who was in charge was out of town, which was a lot of the time, often I had to assume charge. Like calling a plumber. Then forever thereafter, he was referred to as “your” plumber and I was blamed if any of the work he had done didn’t measure up.

I also did not have the authority or the wherewithal to maintain the car I drove to get me and the children to school and to work. For a long time it was a big Oldsmobile diesel station wagon. (I loved that car!) And reliable maintenance did not occur. During that period, we pretty much drove our cars into the ground.

Yesterday, I had the Subaru into the dealership for its semi-annual oil change and check up. You know, tires rotated, fluids topped off. They printed out a list for me of pending services in order of need. I opted not to replace a tiny red plastic reflector on the rear bumper for $120, including labor. I came home and ordered one from Amazon for $15. If I can’t do it myself, I can return it to Amazon, no questions asked. The power steering fluid is “discolored.” I think I’l research that on Chat GPT. I can probably do that myself. Usually, this time of year, I have everything on the list done prior to my road trip to Montana. Not traveling this year, so I deferred a number of things. Nevertheless, I plan to maintain my old red Subaru with the kayak racks optimistically waiting on top. My plan is not to drive it into the ground but to drive it into the sunset.

Brand new.  No kayak racks on yet.

Dave’s and my boats loaded up.  We were  heading out .