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There is beauty in the (lack of) breakdown.... - Blather. Rants. Repeat.
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There is beauty in the (lack of) breakdown....
Today's my only day this week with no court (other than the dreaded Call From Hell Brooklyn I will likely get in the next few minutes), so (a) I'm dressed down and (b) I decided to drive the kids' former car.  You know, the one that's about to turn 200K, sounds like a garbage scow with looks to match, and, most important to the decision to ditch it, has no heat.

It has heat.

It'd been out in the driveway, and it was chilly when I left, so for giggles I turned the thermostat knob. Unlike the airflow-directional knob (which was gorked even when I drove it pre-2014, spins like a top and is permanently pointed on the defrost setting), this one seemed to have play in it. I turned it gently clockwise, felt the oomph of the heat kicking on, and within minutes it was downright toasty in there.

It's also unusually toasty outside right now- 57F in Buffalo in mid-November- so who knows if this will keep up.  It's also still a good thing that they made the move when they did; by avoiding the pressure of a forced decision because the car was dead on the side of a road someplace, they got to be the ones to decide what they'd replace it with, and when, and for how much.  It also changes my own stragedy a bit: rather than either junking it or sending it way south, I can Craigslist it with a somewhat clear conscience and maybe get more for it than the first insurance payment I just made for their new one.

I may even risk one last Rochester trip with it- I'll Craigslist it there, too- just to be there when it rolls 200K. I've never done that with a car before.


Speaking of pressure, only this time with a capital P:

Our latest Netflix find was a 2010 indie film called It's Kind of a Funny Story. In many ways, it is, and yet the subject matter- mental illness including suicide- certainly isn't.  It tells the real-life story of a 16-year-old NYC kid who attempts it, gets help, and triumphs in the end. At least in the end of the film: Ned Vizzini, on whose life (and novel about it) the film was based, never completely overcame his depression and, 16 years after the events depicted (and three after the release of the film), finally took his own life, leaving a wife and son.  Still- the story uplifts, even knowing that- because that's twice the life he went on to live, and a new generation of hope that would not have happened, had he not gotten help the first time.

Perhaps the most uplifting scene in the film is where they re-enact, in fantasy, the Queen-David Bowie anthem that faces and responds to what affected him, and all of us, and so much of the world now:

'Cause love's such an old-fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
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