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Things Fall Apart

Truck troubles continue. One of these days, I'll be able to get my beloved truck out of the shop so I can molest the roads of Maryland again. Until then, I feel like half a man, even given the loaner of my sister's eggplant purple family sedan.
Despite the fact that said aubergine-hued vehicle is less than a year newer than my black beast, I've racked up nearly 50,000 more miles. In its past, the sedan was used mostly as a means of travel between home and work for another member of my nuclear family, the circuit taking up in entirety no more than 17 miles per day. Certainly it hasn't gone on any interstate trips such as I used to take with my little black beast, which has gone all the way from here to many other places in this country. Perhaps that's why no one's had to put $1400 worth of parts and labor into it this year. Such is the nature of vehicles, though.
I've been less and less inclined to put time and energy into this project, a feeling that has only bothered me a little bit, mostly because I have other more pressing concerns, but also because I may be running out of things to say. Hard to believe, but it rings of truth. Perhaps I'll discontinue this feature and eventually get back to more creative projects, or maybe I'll keep plugging away from time to time. It's hard to remain upbeat when the long-dreaded but inevitable event comes that causes problems without easy solutions geared toward our episodic existence. Maybe that's the TV talking. I don't watch it any more, but I bear the unholy marks of years of watching on my psyche.
"This too shall pass," she says. I hope she's right. Who is she? I'm not even sure.
Whatever happened to the power of positive pessimism? Is that really a lie I concocted to delude myself into thinking that things would not eventually suck in the end? Sure seems like it now, but time will tell. When I find out, I'm sure I'll be surprised, for good or for ill.
In fact, I'm not even sure what else to say at this point. Give it a miss, maybe. D-minus for this installment. I've been in worse spots, but not for a long time. Hopefully, in the end, as she, whoever she is, has said, this will pass, and what will come after will seem, well, not quite so hopeless.
Adieu.