Good morning readers. Thanks for coming by for a read.
Certain types of problems seem to follow us through life, probably so’s the Universe can teach us whatever lessons it is we’re supposed to be learning during this one. Frequently we’re slow coming to an understanding as to what ours are. Mine, I suspect, probably are a consequence of karma acquired during a previous lifetime involving motor vehicles.
Which I hadn’t realized until I began looking at all the posts here involving transportation during my stay here. One piece of that saga was the Toyota 4 Runner that carried me to this piece of real estate in 2008. And became a subplot microsaga:
A long one. And one I’m finally going to apply a razor to. I’ve found a guy who’ll follow me back out here next time I go to Kerrville, and put that 4 Runner onto a car dolly, pull it out of my life.
I went out and put the wheel back on it, took it off blocks and pushed it up the hill with the Toyota RV far enough so’s we’ll be able to get it onto the dolly. Gale and the guy up the hill came out and improved the road enough yesterday with some machinery so’s a regular person will be able to get in and out of the valley without blowing a tire.
It’s not easy for me to part with that 4 Runner. Lots of life history events trapped in it, but it’s clear enough the time’s come for a denouement. Turns out I’ll be doing something similar with the Toyota RV, because Jeanne’s son, Michael’s decided it’s not the best option for him.
I’m willing to believe, for the moment, that when the 4 Runner goes out of this valley I’ll have poured enough of the life-ingredients into it to have filled whatever hole it was the vehicle challenges demanded of me this lifetime and I can have some other kind for a while.