Ode to a car

It was time to say good-bye to my car. I had her for 13 years. I named her Fifi as she was a silly French car with silly headlights that curled up in the corners like a 1950's librarians glasses. She only had 79 000 km on her clock, but she had started the rapid decline in health which foreshadowed serious garage time.

Popping up in family pictures

It is silly to have been so attached to a car, but in it I have spend many hours transporting my children. I find the best time to chat to teenagers is when they are in the front seat of a car. I really do feel that I have been able to communicate with my children through this process.

My eldest child learnt to drive in her and this may have added to her path of going to live on the farm, or at least in someone else's garage. My eldest is a wild driver and has not yet transported children. I went from a wild to a mild driver in the space that it took me to fit a baby seat in a car 30 years ago.

Hopefully my cars have been re-cycled

I have owned 8 cars in my life and I felt bad each time I got a new one. I just listed them in my head as beige, yellow, fat white, blue, burgundy, red, blue and now the Fifi one. Two of my cars were French, 6 of them German and one of them American.  

The new lady getting settled into her new home

I bought a red German car. I hope that we have a long and happy ride together. My husbands car is a large German vehicle which I have named Hans as the safety belts in it are forever squeezing the female passengers. I think my new smaller car needs to be named Gretel to keep fairy-tales alive.

Today is my husband's and my 18th wedding anniversary. hopefully after another 18 we will know whether or not we are meant for each other. This is our little shared joke, which, normally freaks out most people. Hopefully we will keep on being in tune with each other in the future.

Last night we had a dreadful hail storm. The hail were the size of golf balls. It was very frightening hearing the storm approach. It was a wall of noise that that almost had a physical presence. 

The poor garden has lost so many of it's spring leaves. It is now 12 hours later and there are still pockets of ice in the flower beds. I see that most of the flowers have been smashed.

We live at a high elevation and as such we do not normally experience extreme weather.

The verandah awning, made of clear plastic, now needs to be replaced as it is sporting holes in almost every panel. It is horrid when things get broken by nature.

Hopefully today I will be able to do some stitching.

Have an amazing day.