This morning was a rough one. It was the first time I’ve felt the need for some self-care. And I needed it immediately, and of course, immediacy isn’t always possible. I’m late to learn the importance of consistent self-care. Had I been prepared in a variety of ways this morning I might not have felt so low. But a few things made me feel better: getting home to feel the natural cool air that an apartment with no direct sunlight provides, taking a long overdue shower, talking with my sister, getting to see my chubby cheeked nephew and paying a visit to Peter, the hot mechanic, for a tune up.
Yes a real tune-up - not some dirty overture. Those of you who are in Evanston and have been persuaded by myself and other devotees to take your car to see Peter (Sarah P) know what I’m talking about. I have a long history with this autobody shop. They were the first to check out and advise me on my first car (Sammy the Subaru – which lasted me 10 years with hardly a problem) they’ve never lied, or elaborated on the need for any repair and have on more then one occasion sent me driving off with a “great car – nothing you need right now.” The one time I questioned a repair they suggested, Peter brought me into the garage and showed me around my car a nd really explained why he thought making the repair was a good idea.
But my trust was sealed many years before I ever learned to drive. When I was around 7 yrs old I tripped on the sidewalk outside their shop while running by at top speed, just because why not run as fast as you can when you’re 7 y.o.? Before I fully realized I’d gotten a bloody lip and scraped up knee, I was scooped up and brought into the shop sink where my tears were dried, my face cleaned up and my knee bandaged, by a now long gone Maday mechanic. So while often the comfort is 2nd hand – I always feel taken care of by my mechanics and that made me feel a wee bit better today.
I *heart* you Maday Bros. and not just because you're all super cute.
