Something loved. Something worn. Something passed down. Something treasured.
Maybe your old object is something you need to throw away. Something that keeps breaking down. Something that needs to be retired."
ok, ok, i know it needs to be done, but for some reason i have been dragging my feet. the other day, whilst out and about, the car and i had a small mechanical mishap, which resulted in the two of us being brought home by a very nice lady called jan, who drives a tow truck. which got me to thinking about *WHY* i am so un-excited about parting with the car, particularly as it means for the first time in my life, i'll be getting a brand new car, that i choose, that has never been owned or driven by anyone else, ever!
(closeup of the altered car photo; the text gives stats of the car, "make: nissan, model: sentra, year: 1985, mileage: 65,000, purchase price: zero, monthly payment: zero, resale value: zero, luxury/cool factor: less than zero, sentimental value: priceless" the phrase in white is the what i say when teased about driving a near-antique, "two more years...and it's a classic!" )
in the course of completing this page i realized that a big chunk of my reluctance stems from the fact that this car (which had been my mom's for a decade before i got it) was "handed down" to me right after my dad died, and that it had been his idea to do so. i am slightly surprised to find that (quite uncharacteristically) i'd become a bit sentimental about that fact!
once i could see what i was doing, it suddenly became completely obvious, and completely easy to let go and feel totally fine about it. because i know that the *IMPORTANT* gifts from my father are not things at all. they're intangibles like a logical mind, and the ablility to stay calm in a crisis, and a great--if admittedly weird--sense of humor. i see these gifts every time i sit down to do my taxes, every time i watch my brother with his children, every time i hear my sister telling a funny story. and none of that is going anywhere. plus, oddly enough, having commemorated the car, and the story, in my little book... (sorry, i'm afraid going to use a cliched scrapbooking truism here!) ...well, it really is a way of keeping it forever!
so...car shopping...here i come! :)