Day 355; Footnotes of Nag-Nag-Nag

 As the temperature outside falls, I sit here sipping hot tea and watching Polar Express…again. I think this will be the fifth time this season. The dogs are both asleep close to my chair. They’ve been in a while, much earlier than usual due to the cold, damp weather. The cat is somewhere in the other room, close to the wood stove and the greater warmth. The outside cats are under the house, snug and warm.


 My son came in from work earlier and almost immediately crashed. He must have had a rough day. The meal I cooked will wait, it won’t be the first time he ate late. Even if he doesn’t awaken before I go to bed, he can get the food out of the fridge and warm it in the microwave. 

I had planned on taking an easy day today. That lasted a couple of hours. Then mom called and asked if it would be possible for me to give her a ride to the big box store as she needed a few things. Right after lunch I took her and made sure she got what she needed. I got her home, got a cup of coffee and waited on my next errand. I had promised I would help change the sign outside the church at three this afternoon. I had hoped it would warm up some, but if it did, it sure didn’t warm much. My fingers were cold even as I was wearing fingerless mittens.  Once that was done I headed for home.

 About an hour after getting home, I began cooking supper. Steak and gravy with rice and rolls. And my son still hasn’t eaten.


 When he got home we talked for a few minutes. I asked him if he could drive my jeep in to work tomorrow and do an oil change because every time I started the car it told me it was due for an oil change. He never said no, but pretty much implied that, no, he wasn’t going to drive it to work. Just because he prefers to drive that macho muscle car of his. Which means I’ll more than likely be taking it in myself tomorrow.

 As I sit here though I wonder, how often do we have to be nagged to do something? Now, I’ll be the first to say that I never knew until today that one could be nagged by their vehicle. I have been nagged by others, parents, employer, husband even my son has nagged me about my being cold or hiding out here at home too much. Sometimes I listen and obey, others I ignore. Thinking that I knew best. Thinking I had plenty of time. Thinking it didn’t matter. Sometimes it doesn’t, but most times those doing the nagging have good reason and should at least be considered. I even think, that one day some time in the future, my son will look back and see all those times he rolled his eyes and laughed off my comments, I actually had a good reason and knew what I was talking about.

My nagging Jeep, demanding an oil change

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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7 Responses to Day 355; Footnotes of Nag-Nag-Nag

  1. John says:

    Your Jeep is wise to nag you, Rebecca, change that oil every 3K miles, forget what the manufacture of the Jeep says and others. An engine that is clean inside will always get you home! The dinner you made sounds so delicious, yes, please! Your mum really likes those big-box stores, eh? ❤️☺️

    • Its easier for her to try to go to one central place for her shopping, even though we have had days when we were on a mission to find a certain item and visited many stores. It is hard on her though as she doesn’t walk as well now.
      My son is supposed to call me later and let me know when he isn’t swamped so I can get the oil changed and get Star to stop nagging me. Give a car a name and they think they’re all special and everything 😉

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