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The Saga of the Car Battery, or, My Car Needs a Workout Routine

            Since we bought our Subaru Crosstrek (used) a year and a half ago, it has needed to be jump started at least eight times. The most recent episode required twenty minutes of charging before the car would start. The maintenance guy at our co-op, whose truck was charging our car’s battery and who loves my mom (because they like to chat about gardening and plumbing and all kinds of things I don’t understand), insisted that we take it back to the service center for a diagnosis. Again.

“Oy.”

            The last time we’d gone to have the car checked, for the same problem, they told us that the car and the battery were fine, and the problem was that we were probably leaving a light on in the car without realizing it, or that we weren’t driving the car frequently enough, so if we were more careful and made sure to start the car at least every other day, the car would be fine.

            The next time after that when the car wouldn’t start, we called Triple A, and the service guy told us that what we really needed was a new battery, because the one that came with the car was now too old to hold a charge, and luckily, he could sell us one on the spot. He also told us that we could get a battery charger of our own, so we wouldn’t have to call for help the next time. So, we bought the battery from him, and ordered the car charger online, and hoped for the best.

            And, not many weeks later, we had the chance to use the new battery charger, and then again, but then it didn’t work, and we had to have the car charged by our maintenance man at the Co-op.

            So, there we were, back at the service center, not feeling especially hopeful and worrying that we would be told there was no real problem, again, or if there was a problem, there would be no solution and we’d have to get another car. But this time, either the service team did a more thorough work up on the car, or the guy who came out to explain the work to us was better at his job, because he actually made sense. He told us that: 1) our new battery was too small for the car, and each time the car had been jump started the battery had worn out even more, so now it was barely able to hold a charge, and 2) all of the electronics in the car were fine, but cars like this, with a lot of computer elements, drain the battery more than older cars and need to be driven at least 20 to 30 miles per week to keep the battery charged (mileage rather than frequency was what mattered, he said).

We asked a lot of questions to make sure we understood the situation, and to make sure he understood that we’d been told something different at the previous visit, and we agreed to buy a new (full-sized) battery, and to put the car on an exercise regimen.

            From what I understand now, the reason we’d never had these problems before was: 1) we used to have two people driving the car and therefore it got enough mileage without effort, and 2) our previous cars didn’t have anywhere near as many electronics, and therefore they didn’t wear out the battery as quickly.

            I don’t understand why it took a year and a half for someone to tell us all of this, and I’m crossing my fingers that we’re on the right track now, and we won’t need a jump start someday soon, though I’m keeping the charger in the car, just in case.

            I’m also thinking I should buy, or make, a special exercise journal for the car, with colored highlighters and happy face stickers, to keep the car on track with its new exercise routine. And I’m wondering if cars require treats for learning new behaviors, like people and dogs do. I mean, not chocolate, or chicken treats, of course, but…something. More importantly, I myself will need some hefty rewards for all of the extra driving I will have to do. Ideally, the car would be able to go out for drives on its own, or maybe there could be a special gym filled with car treadmills that we could send the car to once a week. Because I really hate driving, and even extra chocolate wouldn’t be enough to make me happy about all of this. I may have to plan trips to distant specialty food stores, for more exotic, high value treats, to keep myself on track. But, if this actually works, and I don’t have to jump start for months at a time, it will be worth all of the extra effort. So, here’s hoping this problem is finally behind us. Fingers, paws, and wheels crossed.

(found this car treadmill online)

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            Yeshiva Girl is about a Jewish teenager on Long Island, named Isabel, though her father calls her Jezebel. Her father has been accused of inappropriate sexual behavior with one of his students, which he denies, but Izzy implicitly believes it’s true. As a result of his problems, her father sends her to a co-ed Orthodox yeshiva for tenth grade, out of the blue, and Izzy and her mother can’t figure out how to prevent it. At Yeshiva, though, Izzy finds that religious people are much more complicated than she had expected. Some, like her father, may use religion as a place to hide, but others search for and find comfort, and community, and even enlightenment. The question is, what will Izzy find?

The New Car

            We were in a car accident a few weeks ago. I didn’t write about it at the time because Mom was shaken up and didn’t want her aunt to worry.

            Mom has been losing feeling in her feet for a few years now, and going to all of the doctor visits to try to figure out why and how to stop it, but nothing has worked. It has mostly impacted her balance, because she can’t feel the ground as well through her shoes, so more often than not, when she takes the dogs out for a walk, she goes out in her socks or bare feet.

“We go outside barefoot all the time. What’s weird about that?”

            For some reason, that evening, on our way to synagogue, she wore a pair of shoes she hadn’t worn in a while, and very early in the drive she realized her mistake, because she was having trouble feeling the brake pedal, but when I suggested that she pull over and let me drive, she said no, she was fine.

            But she wasn’t fine, and at a crucial moment, when she thought she was stepping on the brake, it turned out that she wasn’t.

            She could have had another career as a race car driver, so even without brakes Mom was able to maneuver through traffic to get to safety, with only minor damage to another car, but our little red Honda was basically totaled, not so much because the accident was terrible, but because the car had so many miles on it that the insurance company thought it wasn’t worth doing all the necessary repairs.

            Mom was in a daze after the accident, overwhelmed that she’d been the cause of it and frightened that the numbness in her feet might take away her independence. But as the days passed she decided that it really was that one pair of shoes, and with thinner soles she could still feel the brake pedal and drive as well as before. At least for now.

            We were both fine, physically, and to my surprise I really didn’t have much of a post-traumatic stress response like Mom did, so I did most of the driving, and emptied all of the gardening tools and grocery bags and random detritus out of the old car before the garage took it away. Thank God, Mom was up to making all of the phone calls with the garage and the insurance company and the rental car company.

“I hate phone calls.”

            As soon as we found out that the insurance company didn’t want to repair the Honda, we started to look for a replacement, and since Mom has been wanting a car that’s easier to get in and out of for a while now, she had a good idea of what she wanted. We went to the nearby Subaru dealer and found a lightly used charcoal grey Subaru Crosstrek, which also has some safety features we didn’t have in the Honda. It’s a good car, and comfortable, and has lots of trunk space, and the driver’s seat can be maneuvered every which way, to give Mom the best possible control over the pedals and view of the road, but it’s not red.

            And there’s this deep sense of loss. The little red Honda Civic has been part of our family for a long time, and I’m used to her. Switching to the rental car, a white KIA, with a push button start and rearview camera and lots of bells and whistles, took some adjustment, and the car didn’t smell like dogs and wet dirt from Mom’s gardening adventures, so it really was a stranger.

            I’m pretty sure the trunk of the new car will be filled with gardening equipment within the first few days, and there will be dog treats stuck into the cushions, and it will start to smell right. And it will be a relief to know that Mom can keep her independence and feel, and be, safer. And the car only has 25,000 miles on it, so we’ll probably be able to keep it for a long time, until it too becomes like family. But the loss is real. Things are changing.

“We don’t like change, Mommy.”

If you haven’t had a chance yet, please check out my Young Adult novel, Yeshiva Girl, on Amazon. And if you feel called to write a review of the book, on Amazon, or anywhere else, I’d be honored.

            Yeshiva Girl is about a Jewish teenager on Long Island, named Isabel, though her father calls her Jezebel. Her father has been accused of inappropriate sexual behavior with one of his students, which he denies, but Izzy implicitly believes it’s true. As a result of his problems, her father sends her to a co-ed Orthodox yeshiva for tenth grade, out of the blue, and Izzy and her mother can’t figure out how to prevent it. At Yeshiva, though, Izzy finds that religious people are much more complicated than she had expected. Some, like her father, may use religion as a place to hide, but others search for and find comfort, and community, and even enlightenment. The question is, what will Izzy find?