I don’t deal well with losses.
Last night we sold our little Tercel. It made me sad and kept me up part of the night. He (he is a “he” to me although people say cars are female) was such a good little car for us. He was easy to maneuver, got good gas mileage, the radio and air conditioning worked great, and the paint job was not faded though it was a 12-year-old car.
I sort of regretted that perhaps we should’ve tried to repair it. But 2 mechanics told me it wouldn’t be worth the cost. Then I regretted that we sold it cheap. We probably could’ve gotten more for it…well, maybe not, but it’s just that he was valuable to us.
At least he went to a nice family…
Perhaps my emotional state over the selling of the car is just transferred from the feelings of losing Audrey, when she moves to college this Saturday…. maybe I am emotional preparing myself for that. (There must be a psychological term for that.)
September 20th, 2007 at 1:29 pm
The car had sentimental value, it’s definitely understandable. I was a little sad when I lost my first car (a Saturn) to an accident.
PS. isn’t it “losses”?
September 20th, 2007 at 9:50 pm
I think it’s called empty-nest syndrome. 🙂
My parents cured their case when I left for college by transferring their caretaking energies to the dog.
October 1st, 2007 at 7:43 am
David, thanks for the edit.
Nat, a dog is definitely more work than a daughter.