So, my car just returned from the shop. “It’s a ’97 Ford Escort with 175,000 miles on it,” my mechanic kept saying. “It needs a new transmission. Your clutch is slipping. You need new rear brakes. You have a leak in the [insert car part I can’t remember]. Is this a northern car? Because it’s all rusted out underneath. And did I mention that it’s a ’97 Ford Escort with 175,000 miles on it?”
Yes. Yes, you did. So? SO?? WHAT’S YOUR POINT??!?! WHERE’S THE LOVE? I LOVE MY CAR!!!!!
Here’s the prognosis: Either I accept that my car is dying and allow it to die a natural death; or, I spend $3500 over the next year or so to rehabilitate the car. I am, of course, choosing the first option, because I am not insane. But I do so with a heavy heart.
As Robert Frost once (sort of) wrote:
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
so dawn goes down to day.
Nothing silver with dark gray interior can stay.
This will probably be my only post this week, on account of travel and general merry-making. I hope the year closes peacefully for everyone. For those of you in the southern hemisphere, enjoy the long days. And for those of you in the northern hemisphere, be of good cheer, because the light is coming back!