Moving on...
God, it's 7:11 PM in Seattle, and I'm still feeling wrung out and sore-eyed over Katherine's passing.
But life goes on.
As many of you no doubt remember, my car was stolen in December and found toward the end of January. At that time, the insurance company was nearly done with the procedure of paying me off for the stolen vehicle. When the car was found, I had it inspected by Saturn and GEICO, and the conclusion was that the car is pretty beaten up and may have a busted head gasket. All that being the case, GEICO offered to total it and pay me off anyway. My beloved Fezzig now waits to be picked up by the insurance company. I'm sure at some point I'll write a eulogy for my car. In light of yesterday's news, however, I'm not really up to it. Perspective, proportion and all that.
In the meanwhile, I've used the insurance pay out to put down money on a new car, which I picked up today, a little red Ford Focus hatchback. It was in my price range (otherwise it would have been one of those fabulous hybrids), it handles very nicely and, well, it's the right color. My sales agent was incredibly cool, understood how I was feeling, and got me through the purchase process pretty quickly. (Even then I had to ask for a break because I was so tired I was having trouble holding it together.) In the end, this 60 year old guy and I closed our business by talking about the rock concerts that have stuck with us, and he told me stories about seeing Jimi Hendrix open for, I think it was The Monkeys, of all people, seeing Pink Floyd, Bob Dylan, Grateful Dead, and on and on. It ended up being a respite in an exhausting day.
I should be excited about the new car, and deep down inside I am. It's a sweet little thing. Right now, though, I'm just so tired, and still so sad, that it's hard to muster enthusiasm even for making dinner.
But life goes on.
As many of you no doubt remember, my car was stolen in December and found toward the end of January. At that time, the insurance company was nearly done with the procedure of paying me off for the stolen vehicle. When the car was found, I had it inspected by Saturn and GEICO, and the conclusion was that the car is pretty beaten up and may have a busted head gasket. All that being the case, GEICO offered to total it and pay me off anyway. My beloved Fezzig now waits to be picked up by the insurance company. I'm sure at some point I'll write a eulogy for my car. In light of yesterday's news, however, I'm not really up to it. Perspective, proportion and all that.
In the meanwhile, I've used the insurance pay out to put down money on a new car, which I picked up today, a little red Ford Focus hatchback. It was in my price range (otherwise it would have been one of those fabulous hybrids), it handles very nicely and, well, it's the right color. My sales agent was incredibly cool, understood how I was feeling, and got me through the purchase process pretty quickly. (Even then I had to ask for a break because I was so tired I was having trouble holding it together.) In the end, this 60 year old guy and I closed our business by talking about the rock concerts that have stuck with us, and he told me stories about seeing Jimi Hendrix open for, I think it was The Monkeys, of all people, seeing Pink Floyd, Bob Dylan, Grateful Dead, and on and on. It ended up being a respite in an exhausting day.
I should be excited about the new car, and deep down inside I am. It's a sweet little thing. Right now, though, I'm just so tired, and still so sad, that it's hard to muster enthusiasm even for making dinner.