The paperwork all got sent out for “Serenity” (my truck) to be transferred to the Kidney Foundation. They could arrange for pickup at any time. Earlier in the week, I emptied it out … the glove box, the back … oops! I forgot behind the seat! Anyway, I had a lot of stuff in there, as if I would drive off with it at any time.
{sigh}
I will really miss that truck. Why do I get attached to such things? Is it the memories? The bond between spirits, having its own manitou? I just hope it sees some new life in it with a new owner and purpose …