My little Highlander ... the Phoenix
A visit to the chiropractor yesterday has me feeling much better physically, too, so all in all, things are looking a lot brighter than they did 6 days ago. Bad news about my chiropractor's wife's health - she is a lovely woman, exactly my age, beautiful, trim , fit, and apparently healthy until her diagnosis last September - reminds me that stuff is just stuff.
Much as I love my car, it is only a car. Things can be replaced. Paperwork gets done. Taxes get paid. Problems get solved. But the people who mean so much to us along the way are what matter. I have dealt with many people in my life who either never "got" that or lost it along the way. I often make a pledge to myself that I never will. Every now and then something comes along and makes me reaffirm that vow to myself. Stuff is just stuff. Things are just things. While I welcome back my little Highlander, I recognize that this is simply the straightest path to solving this particular situation, and in the end, it doesn't even show up on the scope of "What Really Matters."