Meet the new car . . . same as the old car . . .
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We won't get fooled again.
Well, probably not true; we seem to involve ourselves in a Car Folly every couple of years. But among them all, the only car we've kept for a decade (12 years, now) was the Impreza wagon. So we're getting another. This one is going to be dark blue, with a black interior. (They all have black interiors these days, alas.) We pick it up tomorrow; if Charlie is home, I'll take a picture of the old one and the new one side by side.
It's a step down in terms of riding luxury - the Jetta is a very nicely-appointed car, and feels very rich on the inside. But it's a step up - a steep step up - in terms of winter driving comfort; and it'll be a car to which I'll happily strap my canoe and go barrelling down questionable dirt roads, in which I'll gleefully stow my skis and plow through drifts to get to trails. I know this, because I've done it before. If I'd known three years ago that they were still making these cars, we'd have one that would be three years old now.
So, I'm happy about that, in a material-possessions kind of way. It's been a diversion.
I've been thinking about diversions lately. I wouldn't exactly say that I'm an adrenaline junkie, but I do seem to need a pretty high quotient of variety and novelty and intensity in my life . . . And I'm pretty scattered, too; my old boss told me that I need to focus, and he's right. I always have a half-dozen irons in the fire at any given moment. Like this summer, for instance: I want to do an overnight, self-supported bike tour at some point; I want to write an article or two (two was my plan) for professional audiences; I want to play with video; I want to write fiction; I want to swim a lot; I want to finish the interior painting; I want to take guitar lessons; I want to read novels . . . I might get it all done if I'm really disciplined - but I also want to be undisciplined . . .
** sigh **
Maybe I should think about what this propensity for multi-tasking suits me for, rather than thinking I should just cut it out . . . because I have never been able to concentrate on one thing for very long . . .
Oh, well. Off to do something else!!
Well, probably not true; we seem to involve ourselves in a Car Folly every couple of years. But among them all, the only car we've kept for a decade (12 years, now) was the Impreza wagon. So we're getting another. This one is going to be dark blue, with a black interior. (They all have black interiors these days, alas.) We pick it up tomorrow; if Charlie is home, I'll take a picture of the old one and the new one side by side.
It's a step down in terms of riding luxury - the Jetta is a very nicely-appointed car, and feels very rich on the inside. But it's a step up - a steep step up - in terms of winter driving comfort; and it'll be a car to which I'll happily strap my canoe and go barrelling down questionable dirt roads, in which I'll gleefully stow my skis and plow through drifts to get to trails. I know this, because I've done it before. If I'd known three years ago that they were still making these cars, we'd have one that would be three years old now.
So, I'm happy about that, in a material-possessions kind of way. It's been a diversion.
I've been thinking about diversions lately. I wouldn't exactly say that I'm an adrenaline junkie, but I do seem to need a pretty high quotient of variety and novelty and intensity in my life . . . And I'm pretty scattered, too; my old boss told me that I need to focus, and he's right. I always have a half-dozen irons in the fire at any given moment. Like this summer, for instance: I want to do an overnight, self-supported bike tour at some point; I want to write an article or two (two was my plan) for professional audiences; I want to play with video; I want to write fiction; I want to swim a lot; I want to finish the interior painting; I want to take guitar lessons; I want to read novels . . . I might get it all done if I'm really disciplined - but I also want to be undisciplined . . .
** sigh **
Maybe I should think about what this propensity for multi-tasking suits me for, rather than thinking I should just cut it out . . . because I have never been able to concentrate on one thing for very long . . .
Oh, well. Off to do something else!!
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