The Singular Ride
Staying with my mom has been pretty painless for Brendan and me. We all get along and she likes (or pretends to like) our company. The only somewhat annoying issue has been our car. Yes, car. Singular. Before we left on our trip, Brendan sold his Nissan. He was still making payments on his, and while my Honda is old and beat up, it's also paid off. So we kept mine.
Now that we're temporarily living in Californian suburbia, getting anything done requires our car. So if I'm out running errands, Brendan is stranded back at the house. I could take him along, but there's really nothing worse than dragging my husband through Whole Foods (for some inexplicable reason, he gets unbearably antsy when I compare the nutritional content labels of, say, competing brands of vegetarian refriend black beans for five short minutes). It usually isn't a big deal, but once in a while the singular car thing comes between us.
Tonight, for example. I belong to a monthly girls' potluck group and tonight the gathering is in Redwood City (about 1.5 hours from here, without traffic). Door to door, I'll probably be gone for at least six hours, which means that Brendan needs to plan accordingly before I leave. And the entire time I'm gone, I'll have that little nagging voice of guilt reminding me that poor Brendan is at home and lonely and that I shouldn't stay out any longer than absolutely necessary.
To combat my guilt, my new favorite internet pastime involves browsing various hybrid car models that we can't afford. It's a start.
-Sarah
Comments
Does Brendan need friends? Poor guy!
Make him a sandwich when you get home. It'll take the guilt away.
or grab him a beer from the fridge...
He can walk. LOL
I wrote an article about four cars that cost under(or around) twelve thousand bucks. But if you want a hybrid, then I can't help you.
LMAO... I bet this is the night that Brendan pretends to be upset.. but inside he is having a mental party. This no car situation totally lets him off the hook to do anything all the while you can feel bad and he can seem mopey... I totally see him playing video games or something equally inane. (in his underwear)
oh, will one of you do something! this blog is so incredibly boring, are Ivillage paying you for this drivel?
I'm totally bored to, and I find the comments far more interesting than the posts. They never discuss anything. I wish they would talk about something relevant. Talk about your sex lives, our a good fight you had, or something.
But back to the people who post....do they think anyone cares what they think? That's what I trying to figure out.
On to this complaining about the blog thing again? Geeze. Don't read it if you are bored with it. Just go AWAY.
Sarah and Brendan... we love you, and for those of us who also enjoy living a mostly drama free life, it is relevant.
Thanks for the time and energy you put into all of this guys.
Oh no...it's those people again. The same person over and over again just posting the same crap.
Love the blog and keep it up.
Jeffrey....your just 15? Are you kidding? Shouldn't you be downloading porn or something?
Angela: I am not bored with the comments....In find them totally fascinating. I am trying to figure out why people post totally inane comments to strangers, who are writing totally inane blogs.
Apparently you have not been to my blog stickman.
inane is the new serious.
Cars are bad for the environment. By only having one, you save so much money and help the earth out too. What's wrong with buying a bicycle? Bet you didn't have 2 cars when you were traveling around on your various adventures...
