Good Advice
This may sound strange, but I spent time cleaning the cavity where my gas cap sits. It’s behind a little door and out of sight. But I saw it every time I filled up my car, and it was filthy. So, I opened the little door, covered the inside area with Dawn Power Dissolver, let it soak, and flushed it out with a spray bottle filled with a mixture of water and vinegar. I then took an old toothbrush and a thin rag and worked the hard to reach areas. Now, it looks freshly painted and clean.
I have no idea why that operation and end result felt so satisfying, but it did. And now, whenever I get gas, looking at it will make me feel good, which seems an admirable goal. And even now it makes me want to go out, pull the lid release, and take a gander at my handiwork. Later today, I may even take out the floor liners and give them a good scrubbing. They got vacuumed yesterday, but I feel they could use a deeper cleaning. I may find other areas to detail as well. Who knows.
Maybe it has something to do with the coming new year. You know, getting things right, all fixed up. Mind and body. After all, the past year was a good year, a year of healing, a year of discovery, and a year of new directions. So, perhaps my subconscious is simply urging me to keep getting on with the job and manifesting itself by making me clean odd things. More of that, it’s the little things that count. Way to go subconscious. Seems like good advice.
John W. Wilson is the author of The Long Goodbye: A Caregiver's Tale