On a similarly intense day, although for very different reasons, I taught myself to juggle. I remember that day as being fun in the midst of all that was happening that was not fun at all. To-day I packed the Sacristy into boxes ready for the move. It was a rare pleasure to take time and care packing the items as when arranging them on an altar. I hope we can take as much care with packing the toilet brush, the kitchen utensils and the paper clips.
And when cars get old, lost or stolen chances are they will end up in Wetaskiwin, about an hours drive south of Edmonton. I was there on Sunday and spent an enjoyable few hours with a congregation member and his young family.
As we snapped away I pondered aloud on dignity and decrepitude and wondering if there was a word between the two. And now it’s obvious; not a word in-between just join ’em together to make, dignified decrepitude. That’s what I see in these machines. And that’s what I observed while sitting on the priory step on Sunday. The elderly woman across the road inched her way hand-over-hand on the rail, ever-sooo-sloooowly, down the steps to water a bush. Being in a state of deterioration due to old age, or long use, can be dignified. She is.
The ’92 Dodge Spirit that got stolen hasn’t quite achieved decrepitude, however given the chance it may live long enough to find a resting place in Wetaskiwin. “Come back! I’m calling to you sweetie”.
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With luck the car will turn up intact in a day or two. Often someone just needs to get home!! Perhaps some wabi-sabi in the pictures – maybe an old split-screen Beetle amongst them. I can’t see this happening in Singapore! Kind thoughts for your move.
I’m sorry for the car. I hope it is found soon.
Sorry to hear about the car, and thank you for the amazing photographs of combine harvesters! I love the idea that there is a place where all these ‘creatures’ go to rest (or rust), …makes me think of all those loaves of bread!
Still no sign of the car returning. We remain hopeful. Thanks for your thoughts.
I’m sorry to hear about your car theft – it feels rather wrenching, doesn’t it? Have you found it yet?
Your post about your stolen car brought to mind an experience of mine. I used to own a much-loved ’82 Tercel with the ignition so old and used that I could remove the key and lock the door to allow the car to warm up. I brought it to my backyard mechanic in Vancouver, where I was living at the time, and it disappeared … I was stunned, and upset. Eventually it turned up on some street, and my mechanic figured it was these punks living down the street, who’d decided to go joy-riding.
I hope you find your car!