First, though, I came to the realization that I’ve not shown you what I’m driving for this week. Here’s Sis’s car, a gray 1997 Mitsubishi Galant:
So that’s what I’m driving. This is definitely NOT my Sable by any means. This is a mid-size sedan, while my Sable is a station wagon. It will never be as comfortable as the Sable, either, but at least now the cleanliness level is a little closer to the way I like to keep the Sable.
Let me tell you, though… I pulled out a whole lot of trash. I threw away a number of old Virginia Tech visitor parking permits, soda bottles, water bottles, candy wrappers, old Wal-Mart receipts, and various paper stuff. Plus I cleaned out handfuls of CDs. Don’t worry – I kept those and put them somewhere for safekeeping. Let’s just say that Sis is certainly a music aficionado, but she’s not too careful with the media that it’s stored on.
Plus I figured out why I couldn’t get the front window to defrost this morning when I took Dad to get his car inspected. The reason is because it wasn’t the straight glass that the moisture was condensing on. Instead, it was a rather substantial layer of grime coating the inside of the windshield. In cleaning the car, I did all the windows except for the back seat door windows (but I did do the back window). So I did the windshield, the front seat windows, and the back window. After doing the windows, the difference was like night and day. It made a BIG difference. Now we can see.
I also took the time to remove a magnet that Sis made out of a bumper sticker that said, “You’re following a girl scout!” I am obviously of the wrong gender to have ever been a girl scout, and so I pulled it off and cleaned the spot where it used to be.
About the only thing I didn’t do is vacuum the car out, since I didn’t feel like pulling out all the equipment in order to vacuum. Plus there was some colored stuff that had melted to the rug, so I figured there was no point to it, since it would still look bad when I was done.
I personally question how one can drive in such filth, but if you’ve seen Sis’s room when she’s home, you will find that she’s quite comfortable living in clutter. Me, I need organization (though “controlled chaos” counts for this). I’m just glad the car’s now up to my standards. Meanwhile, I still remember last year when I visited Sis at Tech in her car, and the first thing I saw of her was her chest smashed up against the passenger window while she was giving the car a hello hug. Yes, she said hello to the car first, then to me.