Mo Ra Bata Titun* — Redux

This has been a busy few weeks — OK, months, if you want to look at it that way.

I found I really needed a new pair of shoes, and bought some from Zappos.com, a totally pleasant experience.  A nice delivered-right-to-my-door present to myself, and much needed.  Comfy, too.

Then, in December, just to make a change, I rearranged my kitchen.  Unless you’re into very heavy lifting or total remodeling, there isn’t much you can casually rearrange in a kitchen — but I changed where my table and my cutting-board-topped movable island were standing.  Not least, I found a place for everything that had been sitting around the kitchen on counters and tables and stowed it all. I liked the whole kitchen a lot better.

Then, in January, I found the need to streamline my diet and myself and accomplish a few other goals along the way, and my rearranged kitchen came into its own, all streamlined itself and ready to rock, everything at hand, well-stowed when not.

Then, this month, two new, no-plunger-needed toilets were installed in the house.  My decades-old original-equipment antiques, ones I’ve been coaxing and fixing and plunging for all the years I’ve lived here, broke in the most extremely inconvenient way, and when the handle snapped so did my patience, and two new wonderful swallows-everything-without-a-ripple toilets (low water usage and all) are now in place.

Then, last Thursday, a new window wall I had ordered a while back was put in. I was fortunate to find a 60 F. day without rain (in February!) for the installation — the weather prediction had held.

Then, two days ago (Monday) I visited my CPA to get my taxes finalized. I had already entered the preliminary data online and uploaded electronic copies of all documentation, an activity that had kept me out of trouble while the windows were going in (and, since that visit, my taxes are ready to file).

Then yesterday I noticed that one of my tires seemed soft. Since my car is low-mileage and my tires tend to age out rather than wear out, and it had been quite a while since I had new ones put on, I suspected strongly that new tires would be needed, whatever the diagnosis on the particular tire that looked soft. I took it in to my local Firestone service center to have the tires checked for aging and tiny tell-tale cracks (and change the oil, please, while you’ve got it on the lift).  The outcome: an oil change plus an entire set of new tires, the old ones being completely superannuated (universal astonishment behind the counter that they had lasted all those years).  My car is a great car — its non-flashy but solid make  and small size having nothing to say about its quality — and it deserves nothing but the best.

I felt great! And I still feel great! No, I didn’t go there trying to spend money, but the new tires were necessary, they are good ones reasonably priced, and my car really needed a new pair of shoes — just the way I had when this whole series of  unrelated but transforming events began.

* Look here.