My week: fixing cars and thinking about people
December 18, 2010
I mentioned in my last post that I intended to blog more regularly than I have since the Cataclysm release. Four days later, I have yet to publish anything, but I’m comfortable with that.
See, the holidays seem to be a busy time for most people. Whether there are gifts to purchase, wrap, and send out, groceries to buy, parties to attend, family and friends to visit, college and work to wrap up, or other end-of-year activities, there is always something going on.
In my case, this week’s plans have been sort of pushed aside to deal with car issues. On both Tuesday and Friday, I was asked by my girlfriend to take care of problems with her car.
Adventures with the car
Now, I am not a car-savvy guy. The list of car-related problems that I can take care of is limited to checking and filling fluids, changing and rotating tires, replacing blinker bulbs, and things like that. So I’m not totally comfortable with vehicle issues, but I can handle a limited range of repairs.
On Tuesday, she asked me to take care of the dying battery in her car. Her brother, who works at a local car dealership, took care of finding the battery for me, as well as letting me use the shop at his business as a place where I could change it. My tasks included picking up the battery, getting her car started, taking it to the dealership, and installing the battery. While I did that, he checked the fluids and tire pressure, disposed of the old battery, and so on. It was his Christmas gift to her, as he and his wife are busy with a new baby.
It was nice that he let me use the shop, for two reasons. First of all, it was about 20∘ Fahrenheit that morning, so it was great to have a warm room in which to work. Secondly, the variety of tools in the shop came in handy for getting to those those hard-to-reach places while removing the old battery and installing the new one.
On Friday, she called me to tell me that her front passenger tire was flat. She noticed that her car felt like it was riding funny on her way to work, and when she got there, she was horrified to see that the tire was completely flat. I drove over and inspected it, and decided that it needed to be replaced since it had been driven a couple miles on the flattened rubber. So I put the doughnut (which was also flat) on it, took the tire to Sears (in my car), discovered that culprit was a nail, had a new tire mounted, and then I brought it back to her car and reinstalled it.
Now, at some point I have to rotate the tires so that the new (odd) tire isn’t a drive-tire. I should also fill up the spare tire in her car, and check mine while I’m at it. Perhaps I’ll do that tomorrow – it’s supposed to be a balmy 35∘ in the afternoon!
Thoughts while adventuring…
I enjoyed working on the car for her. I like making her life easier, and clearing up problems like that makes me feel good.
One thing that I kept pondering as I worked was how it’s easy to disconnect with reality in this world. It first occurred to me as I was leaving Sears with my car battery on Tuesday. I had the opportunity to hold the door for an older gentleman, who was appreciative. I wished him a Merry Christmas, and he did the same.
While retail at the holidays is always physically and emotionally taxing, one of the few things that I miss about it is the opportunity to interact with some of the customers. I liked saying “Have a great holiday!” to people as they concluded their transactions and left the store, and “Have a Merry Christmas!” to those with whom I had actually talked about Christmas.*
*I respect that people celebrate the holiday season differently – some celebrate it as Christians, others celebrate it as simply a family holiday, and still others celebrate entirely different religious holidays in December. Some people don’t celebrate it at all. However, it was always heartwarming to be able to connect with a person, while at work, about Christmas, and I always felt more grounded, more myself, when I was able to exchange warm Christmas wishes with another person.
Anyway, the thought that I had after the “Merry Christmas” exchange with this gentleman was to consider who he may be. In truth, we are all different, as humans. Each of us has a different perspective, a unique background, distinctive personality traits, and our own personal beliefs. At the same time, we’re all humans. Since there are millions of us, even thousands of us within our greater locale, we are bound to share some, though not all, of these things with most of those that we encounter.
This gentleman, who cheerfully returned my Christmas greeting, likely has political beliefs that differ sharply from mine. He has probably done things that I will never do, and I’ve probably done things that he has never done. And so on… and yet, there is a connection, and that connection relates to our humanity in some way.
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As I was putting the new tire on my girlfriend’s car in the parking lot, a woman saw my open trunk, stopped, and and asked, “Are you ok?”
I told her that I was fine, and related to her in a few sentences that I was simply replacing a damaged tire on my girlfriend’s car. (Changing tires is easy, and I was half-done and looking forward to getting home and, frankly, using the bathroom.) She mentioned that I was a nice guy for doing that, which was nice of her. I wished her a Merry Christmas, and she wished me the same, and went on her way.
I smiled to myself. In a world where so much of what goes on (and what we read about) is uncaring, mean-spirited, or political/commercial posturing, there is still a spirit of concern for others – we just have to be aware of it.




I wrote a letter today
January 7, 2011
I wrote a letter today.
By “wrote a letter,” I mean that I sat down with a notebook and a pen, and hand-wrote a letter. It’s been a long time since I’ve handwritten a letter, other than short notes for work or in greeting cards… things like that. But today, I decided that I wanted to reach out and make a physical, tangible connection with one of my oldest and closest friends.
I’ve never had the best penmanship, but I think that it has to have regressed. I think that my friend will be able to decipher it well enough, but I am not proud about the quality of my handwriting at the moment.
This is the first real letter that I will have hand-written and posted in years (I plan on buying a stamp and dropping it off at the post office tomorrow morning, since it’s already a bit too late to make the last pickup). As the many forms of social media have taken over our communications, “writing a letter” has almost universally been replaced by “sending a message electronically.” Email, Facebook’s different messaging options, tweets, text messages, and smart phones have soundly relegated physical notes and letters to the bargain bins. Letters are the quiet minority, an old-fashioned medium from days of yore. People like my parents still write letters occasionally (although I’m pretty sure that most of their correspondence is electronic at this point), and official letters are still sometimes created and mailed in physical form, but it seems that the vast majority of interpersonal communication is done via satellite and the internet.
Using the post office for communication certainly has its disadvantages. I’m not sure how it works in other countries, but in the U.S. there is almost always an overnight waiting period, minimum, between the time that the mail was posted and received – even within the same city – while electronic messaging is relatively instant. Mail also uses paper, a resource that costs money, and letters require the effort of forming the letters of the alphabet, by hand, into legible words and sentences that can be read and understood by the receiving party. Admittedly, this is no small effort for people like me, for whom penmanship was never a strength. Additionally, a letter currently costs $0.44 to mail in the U.S., and while that’s a paltry sum compared with the costs of most other products and services that we purchase, it has become a largely unnecessary expense, given the advantages and availability of “free” electronic communication.
However, letter-writing has its advantages as well – or, if nothing else, it has its unique features. For one thing, hand-writing is generally a different process than, for example, composing with a word processor. When I write blog posts or compose emails*, I tend to write, read my work, edit, cut and/or expand, reread, rework, etc. until I am satisfied that I’ve said what I want to say. With hand-written letters, editing is tougher, and, unless I commit to writing, editing, and then rewriting a letter, I have to be somewhat more focused as I compose the actual text. This forces me to concentrate on how my sentences and paragraphs flow, look up words that I am unsure of (with regard to spelling or meaning), and think about how the letter will be read by the person to whom it’s addressed, as I write.
*Yes, I do all of this even when I send emails. To me, it feels disrespectful to send someone an email with a lot of mistakes in it. Just as important, though, is ensuring that something isn’t left out (or in), like a negative, which could convey a completely different meaning than that which you had intended. I don’t claim to be perfect, but I shudder to think about how embarrassed I would have been if I hadn’t proofread and edited countless emails and blog posts.
In addition to the distinct compositional experience, handwritten letters have both a sense of permanence and personality that electronic communication struggles to approach. Someone reading a letter can get of a sense of the writer’s personality and emotional state from a letter. Furthermore, letters have their own versatility: paper is also a medium for art, and I have received letters with drawings, diagrams, tables, and notes scribbled along the sides of the text. Letters are also real, physical things, and are able to be kept, filed, stored, and reread without the burden of another device. Like vinyl records, a letter can be something that is neat to have: it’s something that someone took the time to create, to express any number of ideas, or to entertain you.
Now, I’m not bashing electronic communication – I use it every day, and appreciate its conveniences and advantages – but I had a good time writing this letter today. It was an old, familiar process, but also one at which I am definitely rusty. I am determined to write more letters this year, both to my friend and to others. Perhaps he will write me back, and we can correspond with some regularity – that would be fun, as well as good exercise for the brain. It may also become something of a luxury sooner or later – with the way that things are going with the USPS and its heavy financial burdens, our concept of snail-mail (a term that I detest, by the way), which we take for granted now, could change drastically over the next several years. I’m going to write some letters this year, and send them through the post office while I still have the chance.
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