Playing God Plus the Art Car Dilemma

A very brown day yesterday.

I did the River Tromp—across the Walkway, down into the forgettable little village of Highland—and the Hudson was completely brown. The air seemed dingey, too.

Elsewise, I Remunerated and played the Sims—which I hadn’t played in over a year, but hey! they have horses, goats, cows, and chickens now, plus adorable babies with developmental milestones, plus all sorts of cool mods so that the Sims can now have porny sex, develop heroin and gambling addictions, join gangs, go to church, go to marriage counseling, get credit cards, and do all those other things that make playing God truly fun and meaningful.

I saw what might be the first sign of autumn: a tree with yellow leaves:



Ichabod suggested that the three of us get together over Thanksgiving, so I won’t be going to India in November, which, you know, is fine: I was only in the earliest planning stages of the trip, and I’d rather hang out with my kids than do anything else on the planet.

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I called the vet. They were very nice. Told me some 70% of senior cats get muscle and/or ligament sprains from time to time—a fact which evidently is unknown to Google since when you search “cat rear leg weakness,” you immediately come up with a thousand entries for life-threatening thrombosis and fly into a panic.

We decided that if Sybyl is still draggy on Friday, I’ll bring her in.

But Sybyl is a lot more sprightly. Still a little wobbly but scampering up and down flights of stairs of her own volition.

So, I’m thinking, Crisis passed.

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Also, RTT and I never did get around to gluing down that Prius back fender panel several months back. The postal tape held it together for a couple of months. Until it didn’t.

I noticed the panel was really coming loose when I got back from Buffalo.

This time I used black electrical tape on it.

I love the Prius, but it’s a 12-year-old car, and I’m reluctant to drop serious bank on cosmetic fixes.

There are a ton of YouTube videos on how to glue it back together. A few of them actually break the process down in such EZ steps that even a complete mechanical idiot like moi could do it.

But when I was looking at the narrow strip of black tape yesterday, I thought, Hmmmm! Art Car!

Why not just glue a subtle band of twinkly, shiny beads on the black electrical tape and call it a fix?



Of course, you don’t see a lot of art cars in the Northeast, which I imagine is because of the winters here.

Black electrical tape and twinkly, shiny beads probably don’t stand up too well to snow.

So, I am researching and pondering.