My personal diary.
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Dear you are so expensive but I love you so much.
Holy crap. The amount of stuff I have fixed or had fixed on my car in past year is incredible.
- New windshield wipers
- New air filter
- 7 new tires (4 replaced b/c of dry-rot, 2 slashed, 1 flat)
- New spark plugs and wires
- New battery
- New coolant reservoir
- Flushed coolant system
- Many oil changes and tire rotations and much airing of tires
- New brake pads
- New serpentine belt
- New headlight and brake light lamps
- Replaced leaking oil pan
- Fixed and flushed transmission system
- Slowly replacing old power steering fluid (really just ATF) with new
Love of cars runs in the family and lately my adoration and respect for them has been growing, pretty much directly in proportion with how much I’ve had to learn about the way a car works when something breaks and I have to fix it. I’m totally fascinated by cars and the way they work. Stunningly complex and beautiful machines that we take completely for granted. It’s a miracle mine still runs considering how much it was neglected in the years before I started driving/maintaining/repairing it. (It sat in the driveway mostly undriven for YEARS…cars hate that. Your car wants to be driven.) I have a Complete Care Car Manual out of the library that I’m reading for pleasure. I’m hoping someday (years and years in the future) I’ll be well-versed enough to fix anything that breaks on my car myself.
[I’m also one of those people who is constantly plagued with paranoia that there’s something going wrong with my car. “My check engine light came on, I’m probably going to die.”]
URL change haiku
It was bohemiandreamgirl.
I realized that was appropriative of Romani culture.
So I changed it to niceandradical.
Basically I’m totally Anxiety Cat over here right now.
It’s the most beautiful weather possible outside, and I’m inside being sad and stressed and semi-triggered (is that a thing?) and not being able to get anything done and fighting this sudden huge wave of depression.
Note to self: Have more conversations on acid. I honestly wish I had a tape-recorder because the 2-hour talk me and my boyfriend just had would make a hell of a stage-play. Because really getting into it with someone feels amazing. You can excavate the depths of your relationships, and yourselves, without the constant terror of saying or doing something wrong. And the ideas you’re able to articulate without self-doubt, without self-censorship….they are amazeballs.