It isn’t cold yet, but it’s coming. Tonight I realized that I needed gas when the little light came on; I had been putting it off because when I went to bed a couple of nights ago, the price was $3.18 and the next morning it was $3.55. I got some tonight for $3.47. This is my new temporary obsession.
See, the price of gas diverted me from my main thought: It is getting chilly standing out there by the pump waiting into you can get back in the car and warm up. The days are coming when I will hunker down in my coat with my back to the wind and think,”This will not last forever” over and over again. Pumps too cold to read your card; gas moving slowly through the hose; the flap over the gas inlet sleeted shut; salt on your shoes.
And it’s time to winterize the car, as in getting an affirmative answer to the question: Can I live in this car for at least two days? Always lots of gas, extra blankets, food, water, cell phone, books. Egads, I’d better dig out some real paperbacks . . . or build in a little cranking device that will charge my Kindle battery.