Seventy four years

Yesterday was my seventy fourth birthday.  

Every youngster made contact.

H and I had lunch in Lakeland at Macaroni Grill.

While driving homeward here in the sub a lawn tech using one of those big blowers backed into our moving car.  We were nearly past him but he had his back to the road and was looking at the lawn.  about midway down the passenger side of the car his back pack scratched along .  He was fine but H jumped out of the car and started yelling at him and showed him where the long scratch on the car was.  H returned to the car all agitated and the guy gave him a business card.  I said, "gee whiz Harry -why don't you ask him if he is alright".  I think H did then but he was still furious.   The rage rises up and I am always surprised.

Anywho H is trying to contact the company today.

Somehow the birthday was a huge disappointment to me.  I know secretly I was just sure that a new little car was going to be in the garage waiting for me. How impractical!!! How frivolous!!!  We don't need two cars.  My mobility is limited and so I hang close to home anyway. 

I keep chastising myself for having such a thought.  But a little voice says that I would be more apt to shop and look about if I did have a car.  --

Little voice makes no sense cuz I can use the Enclave anytime I like.

Is it because I have to ask or announce-and every thing is treated "subject to H's approval"????

Thinking too much is much of the problem here.