My mother never failed to remind me, it could get worse. Is it a Midwestern thing? Once my mom wrung her hands about us living on a gravel road. “Those little rocks can be like ball bearings and throw your car right into a ditch.” Then it was paved. “Oh my God! Now it is will be a slick as glass!” Yes, things can get worse…but do not tempt the gods by thinking that they could improve.
Once I commented that the car was running well. I glanced at her and saw the devastated look. I not only said it, I said it in the car. Yes, it did have to go to the shop next week. To all my fellow artists I say, ignore your mom, keep your chin up….but it probably won’t help.
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