The kiddos made a prophetic movie of Silver using the ActionMovie FX app.
Silver‘s engine blew up two days ago. That Subaru meant a lot to me, mostly because of how I got it. I was at a back-to-school event and of course, still there long after it was over. My dearest teaching widower called to ask when I was coming home. He also asked if I had expected a package from UPS. I said a DVD was on the way and he said the package didn’t look like that. I drove home immediately and there was a huge brown package in the driveway.
I was puzzled but saw the UPS markings, etc. and my dearest widower said since it was addressed to me, I should open it up. As I pulled on the “box,” I realized it was heavy brown paper, not cardboard. I started unrolling it and saw the bottom edges of tires! I was totally flummoxed (obviously my blood sugar was low!) and the next-door neighbors, who were hanging out of their upstairs window, yelled at me, “Open it up! Keep going!”
I kept unraveling the wrapping paper and realized it truly was a vehicle! “Did you wrap a car from the state pool?” I asked my widower, who was looking less thrilled by the moment. (Since he traveled for the state, he often used a state car when driving a long distance. )
“No! This is not a state car!” he exclaimed.
“Did you steal a car?” (I am still not sure why that was in question….)
The neighbors laughed and my dearest widower, ever patient, said calmly, “No, I didn’t steal it.” I actually repeated that question numerous times as I ripped off the final shreds of wrapping paper.
The silver Forester sparkled, brand new with with shiny black
hooves tires. I thought of the old TV show, The Lone Ranger, and immediately named it Silver. Sadly, I was still asking my husband if he stole the car as we went in the house. Poor guy. Seriously, we never bought something that big without doing it together. And no, my dearest teaching widower has never stolen ANYTHING, except my heart.