The week gone by — Aug. 29

My ideal state for organizing things is mostly neat, with just a touch of messiness because I like putting the stuff I need where I can see it.

Sometimes it goes too far, like at a former office where I had so many old papers stacked on my desk that it literally felt like the walls were closing in.

But it works most of the time, to the point where too much organization leaves me unable to find things.

Which brings us to the annual August rite of getting our cars inspected.

It’s usually pretty straightforward. Our Toyota is only a few years old, and even though our Honda is from 2005, it still runs well and we only use it for short trips, anyway.

So basically, the biggest issue is getting it to the local garage to actually have the inspection done.

I had done the Toyota at the beginning of the month, but hadn’t gotten around to taking the Honda until last week. As I waited in line, I reached into the glove compartment to take out the registration card …

… and nothing.

I pulled out the start guide, owner’s manual, service history, warranties (although I doubt they’re of much use for a 16-year-old car), hand sanitizer and one of the spare masks we keep in the glove compartment.

But no registration. Now, it was possible that the guy wouldn’t care if I didn’t have it — they’ve never made a big show of wanting it before — but I preferred not to take that chance.

However, there was one more thing in the glove compartment. It was an envelope that looked like it came with the car, but I figured it probably had documents that were as old as the car itself.

Wouldn’t hurt to look, though. It had an old inspection report — fat lot of good that would do me — and, what do you know? There was the registration card.

The phrase “It’s always the last place you look” has always been silly — if you find it, it’s always going to be the last place — but this was not only the last place I looked, it was the last place I could have looked.

Of course, this left open the question of how it got there, since my organizational style means I’m more of a shove-it-in-the-glove-compartment kind of guy.

The easy explanation, and the one that’s almost certainly correct, is that Suzi put it there, since her organizational style involves actually being organized.

By the way, the car passed inspection … and between hearing the news that I was all set and trying to polish off a bag of Doritos — I decided to treat myself, and the bag looked so lonely sitting there by itself — I started to leave without paying.

Now we’re all set until next August.

What I wrote

That maybe-hurricane that was coming through? Nothing to it, I said … until the tornado warning came. (On a serious note, I can’t imagine what it’s like living someplace like New Orleans that’s constantly threatened by hurricanes.)

As a kid, I only ate vegetables when my parents made me, but is there a trick they could have used to make me like them?

Tag time!

I don’t know if you did this, but when I was in school and our math teacher was explaining some operation that seemed completely esoteric, we would complain that we’d never have to use this in real life.

And then I went and entered a profession where many of my colleagues talked about getting into it because there was no math, which I never understood because calculators exist, but whatever … .

However, Pea Green tipped me off to this a blog post by Mari explaining all the ways you use math and that it is not boring.

Mari’s blog looks like it’s pretty new, so go check it out, and thanks to Pea Green for the tag. If you see a post, or an entire blog, you think I should know about, leave me a link in the comments or tag me on Twitter.

Stuff I read

Bruce got a family history lesson after finding boxes of photos.

Pea Green’s sons aren’t the most artistic, but what’s important is that they love doing crafts.

Giggles is giving online dating another try.

Sam reminds us not to be so scared of failure that we forget to start. In that same vein, Cama says that no matter your situation, start where you are.

Vee got COVID. So did Lindsay’s son. May they both have speedy recoveries.

It must be Critter Week over at 30-Second Read, as six-legged visitors have returned to Jeff’s office and Max had some nighttime company of the flying variety.

But that wasn’t all 30-Second Read had going on. Liz gets “mugged” by her support group, and Emily asks a difficult question — how many children must die.

Aaron has a great idea for a movie, although I think Austin and I may disagree on whether it’s a Christmas movie.

Rosie moved back to New Jersey from New Hampshire a year ago. (During her time in New Hampshire, I came closer to meeting her than I have any bloggers I didn’t know beforehand, although it was just because we were both briefly in the same city at the same time.)

Pepper hates that things aren’t built to last anymore. On the other hand, there’s progress-ish on her household issues.

Michelle was convinced she had caught the famed South African tooth mouse.

Jen has one thing she wants her daughter to always know, and Pete is happy that most of what he wanted for his son has happened.

James’ daughter is potty-training. Results have been mixed so far.

Stacy celebrated 25 years with her two best friends.

Tangela has been working hard to get rid of bitterness and anger.

Zoe is convinced the math shows why her relationships have failed. Hopefully someone can disrupt what she thinks is the formula.

Jackie in Italy will be visiting home soon.

Tweets I liked

This is pure, unrestrained genius, and whoever’s responsible for this deserves a massive raise. (For the unititiated, the team had lost 19 in a row, ending the streak Aug. 25 … and then they won again the next day.)

Nope, just made plans for a day I forgot was a holiday until a coworker reminded me.

Having spent most of the last week taking walks before 7 a.m. to beat the heat, I concur.

I once wondered why a town official, who I was friendly with, seemed especially smiley in my general direction one night. Then I turned around and realized her husband was behind me.

I’m not saying I was the most-perceptive guy in the world during my single days, but I think even I would have figured this out.

“Toy Story” (I was babysitting.)

15 thoughts on “The week gone by — Aug. 29

  1. Firstly, I’m glad you found your registration. I’ve always questioned “It was in the last place I looked,” too. Of course, there’s no reason to keep looking for a lost object once it’s been found. 😆

    Secondly, Die Hard is a Christmas movie. Okay, hear me out. It has a Christmas tree, Christmas music, it takes place during Christmas, and Christmas is mentioned multiple times. Even Hans Gruber says “Have some faith, it’s Christmas.” It is not a movie about Christmas, but it is a Christmas movie.

    Lastly, thank you for sharing my sunrise pictures/tweet.

    I hope you enjoy the rest of your Sunday.

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    1. And therein lies the heart of the matter … whether a Christmas movie should be about Christmas, or if being set at Christmas is enough. It is a dispute that will last for all time. 🙂

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    1. Thanks!

      My last math class was in high school, because the pre-calculus course I took as a senior carried college credit through a local university and fulfilled my math requirement.

      By the way, do you have a Twitter? I could have swore you did, but couldn’t find/remember it.

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