I’ve written before about my adventures with my old car. Today three different experiences made me very grateful for the unsung heroes of Los Angeles: the honest car mechanic. First, the mechanic at the generic-twenty-minutes-or-less-drive-through-oil-change-station fixed the oil plug that had been broken for the past year. Second, when I went to my local shop to assess the check engine light that is keeping my car from passing smog they told me all I had to do was screw the gas cap on tighter. Third, the AAA driver who removed the engine cover that fell off because it was held on by a plastic twist-tie instead of bolts.
Yes, this all happened in one day.
This is why I am staying home on a Saturday night instead going to the yoga workshop I had signed up and paid for. I figure enlightenment comes in many different ways. So tonight instead of listening to a new age guru I’m paying attention to the wisdom of practical men who know how to fix broken things with their hands. And what else did they teach me? That nothing is really that broken. Again, not a metaphor.
Jasmine, Ylang Ylang, and Patchouli Body Spray
Combine in a small spray bottle. Shake. Spray all over. It won’t fix everything (or anything really, except maybe the smell of your gym clothes) but maybe nothing needs to be fixed.