For shame. In all of our car-hunting, retreat-planning, Scotland-itinerarying I totally forgot about the importance of this time of year. As you know, this is the season when we celebrate a person whose return from death changed us all.
That’s right. April 9th is KATE DAY. The day when Kate’s momentary silence ended. Unfortunately, since we totally forgot, Elvish not was recited nor baked goods exchanged. Fortunately, this anniversary can still remind us not to take the people in our lives for granted, to remember that our friends and family will not be around on this earthly plain forever and to embrace them with genuine gratitude.
So we’ve been car hunting. The Stuck-In-Stoney-Creek Debacle of ’08 pushed us over the edge and we decided to do what we can to acquire a reliable car. The thing is, since neither of us has ever had a reliable car, where does one start? As we gaze at the shiny automobiles whooshing past us on the highway (note: whooshing; our car: roaring like a jet engine) we wonder as we wander where everyone is acquiring these marvelous machines.
Hopefully the hunt will be over before we hop over to the Highlands. How strange it will be to… hear each other talk while on the highway. Or the radio.
Diola lle
Lle creoso, mellonamin.