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Goodbye Weasel (43/60)

Most weeks fly by, but this one . . . it was long.  Not bad, actually really great in parts, but just slow and long.

Also sort of hard.

Last night, very late, our car of 15 years died. 

Like never to be resurrected.  Ever. 

Both John and I have felt sad all evening since we found out (we thought for a few hours it was fixable and both felt so happy).  It was John's dream car 15 years ago, a VW TDI Golf--black with a sunroof.  We bough it brand new (first and only) and it's been the families baby despite it's abuse and dings.  It's moved with us to Canada and back and as John said, Seen us through many unemployments.

It was such a good car.  And the second one we've lost in the last six months.

But as John says, it could be so much worse.  It died late at night on a road where they could easily pull over.  Everyone is fine.  It's only a car . . .

So tonight, we are saying goodbye to an old friend whose seen us through 178,000 miles of fun. 

Thank you for taking us so many places safely and being so stinking fun to drive and having such a good sound system.  You've survived regular gas (it's a diesel), glow plug malfunctions, being hit twice (by me . . . ) and having your transmission ruined and your oil pan knocked out twice.  You're a survivor and veteran and we solute you1  We will miss you.  Bad.

(Especially Phoebe who now has no car . . . )

And I'll leave you with beauty and a taste of fall in these photos from my walk last week . . . There is always something to be thankful for and a bright spot to look.  Here's to mother nature and her beauty and teaching us resiliency and hope.  You're the best . . .




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