After some coffeeshop-related Thanksgiving adventures this morning – in which I drove to two (TWO!) different locations to say hi to treasured friends – I returned home to park the car. Wesley had fallen asleep in the backseat, and since he is basically too heavy for me to carry in the carseat, I was looking for a parking spot as close to the front of our apartment as I could get.
As I got nearer to our building, I found one! It was on the other side of the street, so I had to turn around. As I was backing up to get even with the car in front of me, someone in a big SUV turned onto our block and zoomed into the spot I was going to park in.
I sat there.
I may have said some bad words.
Fine, I thought. I will find the next closest spot. It was all the way down the block (as opposed to being right in front of our steps), but I found one. I was able to just nose in instead of having to parallel park. Wesley was still sleeping.
I got him out of the car, put on my coat, grabbed my bag and my iced chai, and set off down the block. It was slow going; I had my bag on one shoulder and my chai in that hand, and was holding the carseat by the handle and balancing the bulk of it on my hip and shuffling down the sidewalk one step at a time.
I passed the parking spot stealers (a middle-aged lady and what looked to be her elderly mother) and thought how stupid it was that they stole my close spot and had to walk all the way down to where I parked, and I had to walk all the way up the block to get home, when we could have just switched spots and each been closer to our destination.
I made it to our front door and thought, you know? At least I have a car. At least I am able to park it somewhere.
I was thankful that Wesley was (and is) still napping. (And made it up the front steps, in the building, and up a flight of stairs to our apartment without waking up!)
I was thankful we had a heated apartment to come home to.
I was thankful we had friends to see this morning and that Daniel has a job where we are welcome to stop by and visit.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. I’m thankful for you, too.
I am thankful for the videos of Wesley. When Roan gets sad/mad, I play one for him and he stops his bad attitude and usually laughs or smiles. Can’t wait to see you guys at Christmas!
have you run across the ‘first world problem’ meme? ’cause stolen parking spot totally fits. :]