Here's to things old and worn. On Friday, I reached 250,000 miles on my 1993 Corolla wagon. I'm hoping it'll last until at least 300k. My only complaint is that the paint is pealing-- that it's ugly. But, it's a fabulous car. It was given to me. It's got pick up and lots of storage space. It produces warm heat and cold AC. So what the driver's window doesn't roll back up and there are no airbags. Details.
My computer is ancient in IT terms, but I can't stomach the idea of throwing her away. Apple doesn't recycle; that lacks good morals. I'm gonna walk this puppy till I have to put her to sleep.
Me. Frayed, worn, chipped and weathered describes me. I came home from work deflated and worn out. I was tempted to take a nap, but 6:30 is a bit late for "resting" when one goes to bed shortly after 10 (one hopes).
New and old: I just ordered two used books on paperbackswap.com: Shizoku Endo's Silence and David Brooks' "Bobos in Paradise". I've read both but wish I had them around to reference. I love Brooks' chapter/essay on modern religion-- his concept of flexidoxy. And, Endo's Silence is lovely, stark and reminds me of Graham Greene's "The Power and the Glory".
And, I should admit to my harried self chillaxin' to Bach and a glass of red wine after a phone call from an old friend. Both have long histories and consequently can be shoved under "old". (Old things fit a little more loosely, right?) And, I'm going to read in lieu of grade. I bet none of my loyal readers saw that one coming.
The moon was lovely this morning on my drive to work. I'm enjoying my commute to work now that I get to welcome in the day. It reminds me of rowing practice and seeing the sunrise in increments during pieces. And, I enjoyed the sunset on the way home. Things get no older than sunrise and sunset, but they're still exciting.
(do you see the bird in my picture from yesterday's shennanigans?)
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