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My first car was a Ford Pinto. In fact, it was my step-dad Doug’s Ford Pinto. When I learned how to drive (he taught me. My mom didn’t have the patience) he gave me his Pinto, which was really nice of him. It was a super dorky car to drive at the time. You may not even know what a Ford Pinto is because they stopped making them in 1980 (well before I got my driver’s licence)*.
So anyway, when I was a teen I really didn’t care or understand a thing about cars (I still don’t but am slightly more responsible). And my Pinto had problems with leaking oil. So every now and then I needed to buy oil and put it in the car to keep it running.
Eventually I got very lazy about this chore. So, yeah, you can imagine what might have happened. The engine completely died. Out in Airway Heights, WA in the middle of the night. If you know anything about Eastern Washington you know that Airway Heights is in the middle of nowhere.
So that was fun. I guess. Honestly, I can’t really remember what happened when it died. I think I called my younger brother at a gas station and he came to pick me up. So it all worked out fine and wasn’t that horrible at all. Things happen, we deal with them and move on.
But the fun thing about this Plinky prompt is that it got me thinking about that Ford Pinto I used to drive, looking at pictures of them makes me giggle a little bit. It also makes me wish my hand-me-down car was something way cooler like a Dodge Dart.
*Fun Fact: According to Wikipedia, Forbes added it to its list of “Worst Cars of All Time.”
1. One of our regular patrons brought in a dozen doughnuts for us on Friday from Joe’s Doughnuts. He said that he was helping us acquire our layer of “winter fat.” You know, because he cares about his friendly neighborhood librarians. How thoughtful of him!
2. Good thing I didn’t give away my Gap Curvy Fit pants.
3. I really miss running.
Mt. Hood from Jonsrud Viewpoint in Sandy, OR.
As I mentioned previously, when I moved my blog to WordPress.com I lost all of the categories and tags to every. single. blog post I’ve ever written here. How long have I had this blog? Since January 2003. So yeah. Lots of updating and cleaning up for Miss Monica (because I compulsively have to catalog and organize. I am a librarian. That is what we do.)
The process has been interesting though. I’ve actually taken the time to read the posts. I am shocked at how much I have changed. How much has changed. My surroundings, My whole life. I was reading some of my posts from 2009. I was so sad and depressed. Living in Spokane, I felt like such a fish out of water. I never could figure out why, and I still can’t. But I just never felt like I belonged there. I was on the wrong track, or something.
I still suffer from depression, don’t get me wrong. I will probably always have to fight that demon.
But I wish I could go back in time and tell the Monica from 2009 that things will get better. And so soon! In a matter of months I would be moving away and I would be living in Sandy and I would be so happy to be in a place where I feel at home again. Of course, I would have to deal with saying goodbye with Doug, which was horrible. But otherwise, things are pretty great now.
As I read these old posts they transport me back in time. I remember how badly I wanted to get out. We made so many plans but I never really thought they would ever come to fruition. I thought I would be stuck living my ghost-like existence in Spokane forever. But then I log off of my computer, open the door and step outside, and look East and I see Mt. Hood and I am so fucking stoked. I am home.