Since yesterday's post, I thought I may as well open up a bit more.
Once upon a time, a middle-age bride ( a newlywed) was given a car for her birthday.
It was flattering.
The last time someone purchased a car for her, it was a 1968 Corvair that her father bought for her when she was just 16!
It was flattering.
The last time someone purchased a car for her, it was a 1968 Corvair that her father bought for her when she was just 16!
The birthday car that was very reminiscent of a youth that seemed a hundred years ago.
It was an unnecessary pleasure... a luxury.
It was an unnecessary pleasure... a luxury.
The car had one night with a raccoon and now, four years later,
she wonders what the car is like now.
She still has the title, pays the insurance and the property taxes--
but has no car to drive with the top down on warm summer (or fall) days.
Is this what life is all about? Remembering things that once were?
I have a graffitti on the refrigerator that sums it up this way:
Never replace old dreams with regrets.
I intend on retrieving my car.
she wonders what the car is like now.
She still has the title, pays the insurance and the property taxes--
but has no car to drive with the top down on warm summer (or fall) days.
Is this what life is all about? Remembering things that once were?
I have a graffitti on the refrigerator that sums it up this way:
Never replace old dreams with regrets.
I intend on retrieving my car.
