Not finished yet
April 8, 2011
It’s weird about my car being dead. Of course I’m glad to be alive and mostly well (my chest muscles will forgive me for being smashed by the seat belt one of these days).
I just have that weird feeling that you get when someone breaks up with you when you weren’t expecting it – “Hey, I wasn’t DONE yet.”
I wasn’t done with my car. We still had some good miles left, at least in my head. But in reality…our time is up.
I wrote this post because I was thinking of dear Meno, who is suffering a much bigger loss than a stupid car. Her husband left and she’s feeling a little shaky. If you have a minute, go give her some love.
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I had to go back a few posts and catch up…wow, what a scary thing! I am so glad that you’re okay, but I bet I would feel that sense of loss for my car, too. I can’t count how many times I have ALMOST been rear ended like you were, and even the times that I have ALMOST rear ended someone else, just because I glanced away for a second.
I hope you find a new car that makes you very happy.
I got a new car…not as cute as the old one, but it has heated leather seats, so maybe I’ll forgive it. Or maybe I’ll get it painted.
I am hypervigilant driving right now, but I think that will wear off with time. I feel like the world is full of dangers ready to leap out at me.
Suebob, you made me cry. But in a good way. Thank you. This internets is not crap.
Aw, well, I feel for you and we’ve been sharing this internet space for so long. I hope to meet IRL someday.