This one, unlike some others, an incredibly touching part of writing of someone non less than romantic. Forgetting is of course an unconscious blocking done by your brain for some reason. No doubt, it's going to be interesting to find out that reason. But I'd like to believe that maybe the car is still alive, and if you check it with DVLA body in Paris, or wherever it was registered at, it might be worth hunting down.
Delightful writing as always; thank you! For those of a certain vintage, there is so often a pivotal car……….Mine was a 64 dodge dart, slant 6 engine, push button transmission, baby blue, passed from my great-grandmother to my grandmother to my mother to me. She had a name (Hildegarde). I had to have her towed to a junk yard after, in my mid twenties, every gear but reverse failed 10 minutes after I exited a California freeway. Didn’t have money for repairs or space for storage. Still have the keys and remember the license plate number. Totally get the dreams, and the guilt.
The only part of your dream that troubles me is that you will feel no guilt about not rectifying the situation. In Africa, I'm American, somewhere tribes gather in a circle to tell their dreams from the night before. A young boy told of his dream of being chased by a lion and it was not the first time. An elder said to go back and dream that dream, but don't run, face the lion.
So sorry. Meant to say that you knew you wouldn't act on the guilt. Was taking a stab at unrequested dream analysis. To even the score, I once had a dream that me and my seven sisters were all getting married on the same day. They looked identical and wore matching wedding gowns and I looked like me and had a different gown on. It was very distressed on all counts.
Love this! So sad about the car, though! 😢 Will you retrieve it in part 2???
Fantastic writing and looking forward to pt2!
So, what about the car? Did it get towed away for unpaid taking rent? Maybe it is still sitting, waiting to be found?
No idea. I assume it was long gone, by the time I remembered.
Oh, poor car. Hopefully someone took pity on it.
Another animist!
That trusty old white BMW is still alive in your heart.
beautiful
This one, unlike some others, an incredibly touching part of writing of someone non less than romantic. Forgetting is of course an unconscious blocking done by your brain for some reason. No doubt, it's going to be interesting to find out that reason. But I'd like to believe that maybe the car is still alive, and if you check it with DVLA body in Paris, or wherever it was registered at, it might be worth hunting down.
Delightful writing as always; thank you! For those of a certain vintage, there is so often a pivotal car……….Mine was a 64 dodge dart, slant 6 engine, push button transmission, baby blue, passed from my great-grandmother to my grandmother to my mother to me. She had a name (Hildegarde). I had to have her towed to a junk yard after, in my mid twenties, every gear but reverse failed 10 minutes after I exited a California freeway. Didn’t have money for repairs or space for storage. Still have the keys and remember the license plate number. Totally get the dreams, and the guilt.
Any feature on a vehicle that provides Cazzi Duri, must by definition, be a good thing
Maybe the car is still there!
The only part of your dream that troubles me is that you will feel no guilt about not rectifying the situation. In Africa, I'm American, somewhere tribes gather in a circle to tell their dreams from the night before. A young boy told of his dream of being chased by a lion and it was not the first time. An elder said to go back and dream that dream, but don't run, face the lion.
The dream was pure guilt!
So sorry. Meant to say that you knew you wouldn't act on the guilt. Was taking a stab at unrequested dream analysis. To even the score, I once had a dream that me and my seven sisters were all getting married on the same day. They looked identical and wore matching wedding gowns and I looked like me and had a different gown on. It was very distressed on all counts.
Cazzi duri?😂 love it!
Ouch. Do you remember the make?