Category: BLAT

Car

I didn’t think anything much of the email from Matt that popped up on my screen at work today: the subject was Car, and I hoped that ours was still running. I was fairly sure I hadn’t brought the keys to work (again).

It turns out our car was broken into last night. We lost CDs, some fishing gear, a GPS, and our blue disco party cigarette lighter. Also, our hood was smashed (maybe in frustration that our crappy-looking car was actually as dumb of a car to rob as it looked?). Overall, it could have been worse though – there have been times we left things in the car over night that we shouldn’t have, given our building’s iffy reputation.

Funny story: a couple months before we got our car, some kids went through the parking garage smashing windows and ripping out stereos and taking whatever looked interesting. They were caught on surveillance cameras going into the garage, and they got caught because when the police showed the superintendent the video, the superintendent recognized them from our building. So busted.

Anyways, back to our car. At this point in processing my surprise and feeling somewhat violated, I am most of all relieved. Nothing that was taken is irreplaceable. This is the second time Matt has had a nagging feeling to go back for valuables he left in the car and it ended up being robbed, so we thank God for that. Also, it’s a fresh reminder that our car is not secure, and neither is the underground parking, so going forward we will stay vigilant about what we leave in there. It’s also a good reminder that what matters the most to us can’t be stolen away.

“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys, and where thieves do not break in or steal; for where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.”

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A Flat Tire (or – The Most Boring Day Ever)

I don’t have pictures for this post, because I didn’t think of it until far too late. But I made my first call to CAA today! Then cancelled it because we are just around the corner from Walmart and decided it would be better to drive there on our flat.

It turns out that might have been a bad decision, since 95 Honda Civics use tubeless tires, and we ended up with side-wall damage that left our flat tire irreparable. So Matt put the spare tire on it in the Walmart parking lot and we drove to Canadian Tire since they had all-season tires in stock – Walmart didn’t.

At Canadian Tire, I spent the longest hour of my life in the waiting area. I was so bored I wanted to fall down. My body hurt from boredom. Matt and I had wandered the store for a little while, but there is only so much time a broke person with no outdoor hobbies can pass in the aisles of CT. After about 6 minutes I sat on a folding stool that was on sale while Matt looked over cooking sets for backpackers. An African woman wandering by with her friend asked if I worked there, which puzzled me, slouching on that $15 stool in my jean skirt, flip flops and brown hoodie. Maybe Canadian Tire is different in Africa (a little joke).

Having managed to kill maybe 10 minutes, Matt brought me to the waiting area, which I hoped would have ANY kind of diversion. We could see that Blat was still parked where we left it, so there was no end to our waiting in sight. There was however a specialty coffee machine that was out of order, two fake plants, some CT flyers, a car maintenance magazine and a TV.

Since the waiting room was empty, I didn’t feel shy to walk up to the TV and change the channel to find something that could move the time along – I was hoping for TLC maybe, or CSI re-runs, even infomercials could have sufficed.

But there was only one channel.

And that channel was playing NASCAR.

I could end the post there – I know for some people the chance to watch a NASCAR race on a Saturday afternoon would be a dream come true. For me, it was the empty shell of an afternoon that had its soul sucked out with a side-wall-damaged, tubeless straw. I actually flipped through the CT flyer AND magazine, reading a whole ad about why do-it-yourself liquid truck bed liner is a great option. And a full-page diagram/flow-chart of how to spend hundreds of dollars on roof racks and cargo accessories.

But the silver lining of this whole extra-boring cloud was that it happened today and not tomorrow, when we will (by God’s grace) drive up to Orillia right after church to have Thanksgiving with my family there. And for that reason, I am truly, truly grateful that the tire went flat today.

Not only that, but Matt and I were together through the whole adventure, so we got to spend all that time together, and we got to share a small crisis that didn’t end with me in tears. This is the stuff marriage is made of 🙂

AND we went on a date to the movies tonight, so it wasn’t actually the most boring DAY ever, because most of the day was quite great. But that HOUR felt like 700 HOURS. So in that sense, my title stands.

Would a Clear Coat Reflect Christ Better, Starbucks lady??

Matt had a hilarious encounter with a Christian woman at Starbucks the other day who told him that he should get a better car… because our current car makes Christians look bad!

I say hilarious because Matt thinks it’s hilarious. I think this woman needs a Bible-smack to the jaw – I wonder how she thinks THAT would make Christians look, lol.

As you may or may not be able to see, our car’s clear coat is missing in some places on the hood and roof, so our paint job is… uneven. And we have a couple dents here and there… most if not all of which came with the car. I think it’s great because there is very little that could make our car look worse, so there’s no pressure to keep it perfect – we can just enjoy it.

Not so, according to Starbucks-Christian-lady: our car makes it look like we don’t take care of our things. Matt explained that we bought it as is a couple months ago. We should have bought a nicer car, she said, people might think we don’t manage our money well if all we can afford is this beater. This is all we can afford, Matt said, because we don’t make tons of money and have a bunch of debt from going to a private, Christian school. Apparently she wasn’t sold.

I could care less… Matt and I are really happy with our car (and life in general, actually!), so it doesn’t matter that this lady who doesn’t know us was concerned. The only thing that bothers me is this attitude that Christians need to somehow be better than everybody to prove that our belief in God is valid. It’s not Biblical, and it tends to just make Christians look like douche bags.

Merry Christmas!

From Matt and Me and Nimoy!! No, we didn’t give him any presents. He has a big beef chew thing he’s working on though, so he had a nice Christmas 🙂We had a great Christmas because we were able to DRIVE to Orillia for Christmas dinner!! In our car, the Blat. It’s a ’95 Honda Civic, 5-speed, and a little drafty. It is beautiful 🙂
This is a picture I took of our office window a couple weeks ago because the ice was too beautiful to stand. It just froze like that! It felt like a present.

a Car (Pt. 1)

Matt and I were talking last night about how it is making less and less sense for us not to have a car. Financially it makes all the sense in the world, but spiritually there are so many ways Matt’s ministry is stifled by his lack of mobility. Sometimes we are both overwhelmed by our financial situation, but in the spirit of faith that God knows our every need and is able to do more than we ask or imagine, we have decided to pray for a vehicle and trust that God won’t give it to us until he also has a way for us to run it.
I look forward to part 2 of this post, when I can share however God has done it 🙂