My assimilation is complete

I just rinsed, washed, dried and waxed the car, lovingly, by hand.

Of course, there are three reasons to wax a car:

  1. To make it easier to clean later.
  2. To help protect it from acid rain, chemicals in puddles, and other hazards of fall driving.
  3. To make it really, really shiny.

At least two of these seem to be legitimate reasons to spend time waxing a big metal toy, if one is about to drive several thousand miles in it.

On an unrelated note, one of the things I hate most about moving is having to throw things away. Not junk things; those are good to get rid of. I mean perfectly good things, like the bottle of peanut sauce I bought a couple of months ago.

I keep having to remind myself that in the grand scheme of relocation, $40 of assorted groceries and household cleaning materials is not that big of a deal. However, my parents were apparently successful beyond their wildest dreams at programming me to hate waste.