2 quarts of power steering fluid in 50 miles of mail delivery is too much fluid to be adding….a little at a time.

50 miles of worry doesn’t make 2 quarts any different.

It is what it is.

Of course, I’m going to worry.

That’s what I do.

But yesterday, in the midst of my MAIL JEEP ANGST© , I thought, “this doesn’t do a thing to change or alleviate the cause and symptoms of my situation.”

I was talking about my worrying.

I was talking inside my head.

There wasn’t anyone with me.

I was ALONE with my troubles.

The power steering hose that I paid 90 dollars to have a mechanic (a PRO….A WRENCH TURNER AND MECHANICAL DETECTIVE WITH A LOT MORE EXPERIENCE THAN ME….A GUY WHO GOT THE SAME RESULTS THAT I DID WHEN I REPLACED THE PUMP….JUST DELAYED FOR A WEEK….A GUY I PAID WHO I’LL NEVER GET THE MONEY FROM…A…(I NEED TO STOP YELLING…IT’S HURTING MY HEAD)…..fix…..WASN’T FIXED.

So…now that I’ve learned how to replace a power steering pump, I can do it all again….but this time add “replace high pressure line” to the mix.

All this worry is really only a paper boat…set loose in a flood.

I can’t ride it out to a better place.

I can’t fit in a paper boat.

A paper boat can’t make things better.

But….when it’s all hitting the fan, I keep folding my Mental Worry Paper™ in my head….even when I know that it won’t do anything for me….making more paper boats to carry me away from a temporarily uncomfortable situation.

This, like any of the STUPID JEEP TRANSGRESSIONS™ that I have from time to time, will pass.

I need to fix this situation, clean the grease off my hands, and go on a date night with Jenny.

That’s what a real man would do.

And….I’m a REAL MAN®.

Put that in a paper boat and float it, why don’t ya?