Daddy brought a brand new one home just like this, and then moved out
Destructive testing is most suitable, and economic, for objects which will be mass produced, as the cost of destroying a small number of specimens is negligible. It is usually not economic to do destructive testing where only one or very few items are to be produced (for example, in the case of a building). - WikipediaOr a marriage.
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That's a neat car, though. I had a '55 Chrysler station wagon once. Of course it wasn't new--I paid $50 for it.
I keep making this same observation: A marriage isn't a "thing," even though we name it as if it is, and think of it as an object that somehow winds up "on the rocks," or gets saved, or ruined.
If you have a beautiful day at the beach, is it ruined because you eventually had to pack up and leave? I suggest: no. If you have a beautiful day at the beach, you have a beautiful day at the beach. (To use a metaphor, or a simile, or whatever the fuck.)
There are different ways to think about things, and of course the language tends to dictate this. We choose the way that helps us get to where we want to go. Where do you want to go?
Is this even making any sense?
Roy, that's brilliant. I never thought of it that way. Definitely, sense it makes.
I dunno, I was sort of jazzed to find a picture of a white station wagon exactly like the car Mom drove from '62 to '68, when I was four through ten. Right down to the yellow on black California license plate.
Interesting roof line, looks like a coupe with the trunk lid raised straight up on some windows.
The quote came from an off the wall search related to this experiment I'm running in which I move completely out of the house and see what results. I've collected some fascinating data points.
I don't really get it, but damn I love that car.
...and what Roy said.
Where do you want to go?
Guilt, my need to protect, traditions that infuse our culture such that a .500 batting average for marriages is considered a national failure, and language such that a marriage that doesn't end in someone's death is called a "failed" marriage, have all conspired with my own not-very-unusual self-doubt to obscure the answer to that question from my view. However, there is an answer, and it has to do with having some control over the space I live and create in, being and feeling independent (i.e. free to come and go as only I can choose), and loving, supporting, and protecting anyone and everyone as I am so inspired in the manner of my choosing. This includes the mother of my children, so it remains complicated.
Hi, Jodie! Road trip?
I learned to drive in a Rambler wagon like that! Only it was industrial green. Fun and oh-so-tank-like!
That's three posts in a row that are too far out of my scope (read: I'm too dumb) to comment on. This comment is merely to indicate that I'm reading.
I took the truck in for a funny little noise yesterday. Rodney diagnosed a bad alternator in about 3 seconds. I've never been a great diagnostician but I was always pretty good at the other steps -- taking apart and reassembling. Rod and Tim are quicker, particularly since they know how to take that goofy little clip off the air intake which needs to come off to gain access to the serpentine belt idler so you can actually get the alternator off the engine. The alternator is probably the easiest accessory to get to on a modern engine. It was easier back in the days of Ramblers when everything was wide open.
Anyway, his favorite auto parts store is more expensive than most anyone else; retail on this alternator was $240 less the $45 core charge. He charged $155 which still got my attention. <shrug> We're a long way from the $35 alternator I put in Thunderbug (my 1950 VW with the 140 HP Corvair engine) in Somerville, NJ, in about 1970.
I really had to think about what was being said and then Roy helped me by clarifying (though he didn't know he was helping me).
I don't look at my marriage as destroyed. I look at it as just over. It was and now it's not (for the most part). We didn't fail anything and nothing was destroyed. We had our time together and now we are moving on to spend time with other people.
Of course, I don't believe humans are inherently designed to be with a single person for 50 years either. We just made it hard to separate from that one person with the laws and the codes and the societal mores. The expectation of "Forever" became ingrained in our culture and here we are. Feeling guilty because we didn't make it to the 50 year mark. Personally, I'd rather move on now than to spend all those years miserable and wishing things could be different.
Well said, Jenny.
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