As I was skimming back through the blog I noticed that I have repeatedly mentioned my new car. I have never followed up, though.
I used to be the proud owner of a 2011 VW Sportwagen TDI. It was a great machine. It was fun to drive, had good cargo space, and got excellent fuel economy. It also turns out it was a fraud. VW’s emissions scandals are well documented elsewhere. What this meant for me was that VW offered me more money than the car was worth. It was an offer I couldn’t refuse, but it left me without a daily driver. (I ‘temporarily’ bought a 1996 Volvo which has proven hard to give up, but that is another post.)
Thanks to VW, back in March of 2017 I became the proud owner of a Mark X Honda Civic.
I confess I had never had much interest in Hondas, but something about the Civic caught my eye. When I discovered I could get one with a 6-speed manual transmission, a turbo, and a decent trim package I was sold. Mine came in a metallic red so dark it looks black.
The Civic was a great car. It proved to be a gateway drug, though. In May of this year I moved on to something slightly more exotic.
I spotted this beauty on the way home Sunday afternoon. While it looks wonderful, I don’t imagine it’s very fun at modern highway speeds.
It got me thinking about what it would be like to tow with our 1965 GMC though. (Don’t worry hon, just a thought exercise.)
I spent the weekend on the rails with friends. Saturday was wet & windy, but Sunday was much nicer. The motorcar ran well. It was a good end to the season.
13 year old Saffron is the only Calico we’ve ever had. She’s the softest, cuddliest, and friendliest of our cats.
Most nights she tugs at my heart strings by curling up against my hip, just like Jasmine used to do.
Back in August I did some filming at the CVRTC open house. I’m very happy with the results but neglected to post them here before now.
The ceiling fan purrs quietly. The dog snores at my feet. The MacBook warms my lap as the Moon Beam ticks softly next to me. For the first time in ages, I am all caught up.
The bills are paid, the invoices are mailed, the laundry is drying. Bags are packed, equipment is loaded for the coming weekend, and I get to sleep a little bit later in the morning thanks to a fire academy class.
I’m sure I’ve forgotten something, but it won’t matter in the end. I’m off to read a book.
It’s National Blog Posting Month again! I make no guarantees. If your have followed the blog for a long time, you know that I often undertake challenges and leave them unfinished.
Last year I kicked off #NaBloPoMo with a shot of the VW bus. This year Beth decided to make it spooky and hand out Halloween candy. (Note the ‘free candy’ sign.)
I’m trying again this year. Less Twitter, less Instagram, less FB, more NfMH for November! Wish me luck.
I buried another old friend today. Middle age has been hard lately. Perhaps I’ll write more of a eulogy later. I waded through my photo library tonight looking for a good picture of him without result. I’m 16,053 images into a 39,000+ photo library, and all I can find are group shots. I did find this, however:
Almost exactly 8 years ago, during a rough professional time for me, 6 year old Kiddo spotted this dragon in a store and insisted that I needed him. Not her, not Mrs Mack505. Me.
She was right. He sits on my dresser to this day and watches over me. He reminds me that things will be OK in the end.
It’s time for me to call it a day. I still have 23,297 images to sort through tomorrow. 🙂