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Happy Valentine’s Day   3 comments

On Monday, I made it pretty clear that I think Valentine’s Day is a farce designed by Hallmark and the department stores to get American consumers to consume more, preferably on credit because VISA and its ilk need our money too.

Brad gave me a Valentine’s Day gift last night.

Image result for image of red ford taurus covered in snowMy car has been down during the most recent cold snap, but on Monday, it started warming up and yesterday it made it into the 20s. Brad got my car running. No big deal, he said. It started up pretty well, what with it being warm and all. But why did it stop working during the cold snap?

He got down on his knees and figured it out. Apparently, the electric cord that attaches to the car had come loose so that the engine warming devices were not able to function. It’s subtle. You can’t see it unless you kneel in the snow, which he did. He then fixed it so that it wouldn’t happen again.

Image result for image of valentines dayThat’s my Valentine’s present. Cost – about $1 in parts that were kicking around our garage and about 45 minutes of his time. Value – well, I like my independence, made possible by my car and Brad doesn’t have to get up earlier than he would prefer to take me to work and then quit work earlier than he would prefer to come drive me home.  So there’s the whole marital peace angle. That’s love rather than consumerism. He gave me something I needed rather than something I might not even want.

The flowers will be dried up and thrown away in a week. A working car can be around for a good long while.

Posted February 14, 2018 by aurorawatcherak in culture, Uncategorized

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What I Hate About Valentine’s Day?   4 comments


Valentine’s is this week. Chat about the most irritating thing about this event.


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Image result for image of valentine's day commercialisationHate might be a bit too strong of a word, but I do find a number of things very annoying about the day. Let me just concentrate on one.

Like almost every other holiday in the Western world that once meant something, Valentine’s Day (which really didn’t mean that much ever) has been reduced to commercial appeal. Buy, buy, buy! Grease up that Visa card. Take your love interest to dinner, buy flowers and candy and jewelry, maybe vacation in the Caribbean, and, last year, I caught a car dealership suggesting a new car was just the ticket to spice up your love life.

Americans are incredibly in debt. We were in deep debt when the financial collapse happened in 2008 and some of us learned to cut up our credit cards then, but recent news says we’re back wearing off those magnetic strips, so our debt is once more growing … and that’s a horrible idea. Yeah, yeah — flowers and expensive chocolates and bling-bling are all great … but what you’re really giving your loved one (if you’re married) is 30 years of paying it off.


I know a couple of have spent the last few years paying off 10’s of thousands of debt and for Valentine’s Day, they’ve invited a bunch of us who supported their efforts over for a potluck at their place. They’re showing the love by not spending a lot of money. Brad is voicing an audio book for me. That costs nothing except time. I’m almost done with matching couch quilts that set me back $40 over the space of a year. Our son asked if he could make his girlfriend dinner since we won’t be home. She’s bringing desert and a video rental, so the whole evening with set him back $20.

And Valentine’s Day might actually mean something this way because it won’t be about buying the “best” and most expensive gift and then paying it off forever until it costs 10 times more than it would have originally. My audio book may actually make me money.

How romantic is that?

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