If I chose to watch nature, and how-to videos on YT from sunrise till sunset, nothing ever happened. Nothing happened, until I wanted to do something useful.
“You paid too much for the visas. Didn’t our daughter pay $15, not $50? Asked my spouse.
“I don’t know.” I answered. “Those were the only options offered.” I thought she might have misunderstood the price.
In an instant, the screen went blank. The manufacturer’s name symbol appeared, centered on a field of black, with the annoying round scrolling thingy. It wasn’t that I objected to updates. It was the timing. Timing was everything.
During a tourist visa application? Why not during a cat video? No reason to complain too much. It had to be worse in the old days–when everything was done by telephone, or by postal correspondence. Of course, nobody knew any different.
For some, cars were mere transportation appliances–devices to transport people and cargo from one point to another.
These are the folks that sat on car hoods. Piled groceries on their car’s hood or trunk. Their steel-bodied pack mules sported faded paint, unrepaired scratches, dents, and dings.
Cars at the end of their planned obsolescence, purchased on the cheap. Picasso would be proud of mismatched doors, temporarily bracketed headlights after minor parking lot accidents. Just enough to keep on the right side of the law.
Sometimes due to financial constraints, there wasn’t a choice. During my teens and early adulthood, I drove some very flawed automobiles. Now, that I have a choice, I no longer choose to do so.
What I do understand, is it doesn’t bother the person driving the old clunker, already covered with dents, when another dent occurs, as much as it would the person with a newer car.
It may be a sickness, but automobiles for some of us, are part of our egos. We spend hours keeping The Silver Flash or Old Betsey shined and polished.
The wealthy individual that recently wrecked his new 288,000 Ferrari, shortly after purchase–I’ll never understand.
Old clunker, or shiny new “Chromemobile?” What’s your pleasure? Did you have an interesting hand-me-down first car?
From three years ago, a message about self-awareness.
Of an egret’s
And, the same
As a stranger
The new, now generation
Went about their business
At car washes, laundromats
Faithless and faithful
Of brashness, impatience
Disrespected, objects of disrespect
Not all of them deserved
Refused to stay kids forever
Some went back where they came from
Some to where they belonged
Were seen for
What they were
Instead of what
We think they should be
He always said hurtful things
That came from feeling feckless and angry
There was good and bad in everything–Doris thought
Searched the pages–read between lines and wrinkles
Until they looked elsewhere for what was missing in each other’s eyes
What good was a kingdom without the freedom to do what Dwight wanted?
He made compromises, because it was the only way to make things work
The way we were was the way we were; why we said the things we said
They made mistakes–fell far short of perfection
Had each other, that was enough
He’d follow Doris anywhere