Today I am happy to report that Skarloey is alive and well, no thanks to me. Skarloey of course is the name of my beloved 2006 silver Subaru Outback. Yes, I almost killed my car. Apparently cars need you to change the oil somewhat regularly. Which is why I have a husband. To take care of these things. I know that statement sounds sexist, but it's not. Because I can get my own oil changed. I just don't want to. There is a huge difference. I had my oil changed on time for 30-years. Heck when I was single I even changed my own break and head lights. I am woman I can do anything. When I married I happily pushed all of the car duties into my husbands "to do" column. Seriously, I did. I f I have to write all of the thank you notes, and buy all of the presents, he has to do something for me. Doesn't he?
My beloved husband did thankfully agree. He took great care of my cars for many years. Until about a year and a half ago...he staged a kind of protest. He wanted to revisit my feminist ideals concerning premarital car care. All of a sudden the man believes that women should have equality when it comes to car care? He is serious to. He has the nerve to move the car duties back in my "to do" column. this time in permanent black ink.
I was annoyed but my car is low maintenance so I conceded. I can grow people in my womb, I can make life. How hard can it be to take care of a car? We'll pretty easy. So easy that I never gave car care another thought. Until Friday. Friday at around 5:15PM to be exact. Alice and I are in the car parked in our driveway. I turn on the car and put the gear in reverse. But, the gear wouldn't catch. Their was this sounds and a vibration. Like Shzuh-shzuh-shzuh. I could kind of inch forward in drive. Somehow we inched up to the top of our steep driveway. I popped the hood and called my friends to tell them I would be late. One of them, Carol, the one who has three brothers came to help me out. She had a hunch and we checked the oil. We found a smidgen. That's bad. I went into the car and read the little sticker that was put on the windshield the last time I got the oil changed. Hmmm. January my next oil change was supposed to be in January and this is June. Which means that I am an idiot!
Carol and I went in her car to get oil and I Fed Skarloey four quarts. He worked fine after that. I had his oil changed today just to make sure. My Check Engine light is still on, but other than that he is driving fine. Isn't this whole episode just proof that Dave should take care of my car? You'd think so. He was away with our son Dylan camping this weekend and he just got home. I quickly confessed hoping to be done with car care for good. What does my beloved husband say.
"Hmm? Check Engine light is still on? Car runs fine? You are doing much better than I thought you would. Keep up the good work." Damn Feminists!