Not finished yet
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.