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Anticipatory grief...
... over saying goodbye to my old, 1993 Toyota wagon (the red image behind my cat Fancy in my default icon)! Bizarre! I am feeling really sad about it. Because of scheduling conflicts, I won't be getting the Prius until Thursday, so I have time to clean it up and vacuum it out (I have my pride, you know) before taking it to the dealership to trade in. The car has served me very well and even though it has rust, it's cosmetic at this point, since I had a lot of body work done on it over the past few years to replace the structural rust and pass inspection. It should have a lot of life left in it, even at 180,000 miles.
The dealership told me it probably wouldn't end up as "parts" (they'll sell it at auction), but might give some college kid a way to get back and forth to campus. That would make me feel better.
Not helping matters is that my samurai says she thinks cars can acquire a personality/quasi-soul over time. She even said once that she didn't think my car particularly liked her, although she said it did like me.... of course, part of this was her bid to *not* inherit this car when the Prius comes (she wants a car, but doesn't want to drive a stick; when I tried to teach her with my car, it was a miserable experience.). But that wasn't all of it.
Does anyone else think machines can develop souls or spirits?
I know a lot of people give their cars names. I never have -- the closest was calling it "baby car" at one point. But I do reflexively pat the dashboard (as I'd pat the shoulder of a horse) when I occasionally grind the gears or when it makes it up a steep hill in snow or ice!
I am also feeling bad about chopping up/digging out a daphne bush. It took a direct hit from a sheet of ice that slid off the roof two years ago, and was essentially smashed in the middle and split in two. But it lived... ugly in shape, but alive. Some of it died off, and a lot of the wood looked diseased. I reluctantly decided to replace it. I did talk to it a few days ago to thank it and let it know my intent, so its spirit could leave ahead of time (if that sounds bizarre, I was taught to do this years ago; it's not my own idea). I started in on it yesterday afternoon with a bow saw. I felt like a butcher.
So, my quirkiness rating is *only* 34%? (See previously entry.)
The dealership told me it probably wouldn't end up as "parts" (they'll sell it at auction), but might give some college kid a way to get back and forth to campus. That would make me feel better.
Not helping matters is that my samurai says she thinks cars can acquire a personality/quasi-soul over time. She even said once that she didn't think my car particularly liked her, although she said it did like me.... of course, part of this was her bid to *not* inherit this car when the Prius comes (she wants a car, but doesn't want to drive a stick; when I tried to teach her with my car, it was a miserable experience.). But that wasn't all of it.
Does anyone else think machines can develop souls or spirits?
I know a lot of people give their cars names. I never have -- the closest was calling it "baby car" at one point. But I do reflexively pat the dashboard (as I'd pat the shoulder of a horse) when I occasionally grind the gears or when it makes it up a steep hill in snow or ice!
I am also feeling bad about chopping up/digging out a daphne bush. It took a direct hit from a sheet of ice that slid off the roof two years ago, and was essentially smashed in the middle and split in two. But it lived... ugly in shape, but alive. Some of it died off, and a lot of the wood looked diseased. I reluctantly decided to replace it. I did talk to it a few days ago to thank it and let it know my intent, so its spirit could leave ahead of time (if that sounds bizarre, I was taught to do this years ago; it's not my own idea). I started in on it yesterday afternoon with a bow saw. I felt like a butcher.
So, my quirkiness rating is *only* 34%? (See previously entry.)
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