1. It was a red letter day today. Around 4 p.m. tow truck driver BJ arrived to haul the Sube away. All morning long, I was unsure if today would be the day, so I texted BJ and he responded immediately, telling me he had just finished a job in northeast Washington State and would be heading to Kellogg as soon as he could.
I'd already taken the license plates off. I had loaded the snow tires, cleared the very few personal items we had in the car out of it, written down the mileage, and, today, I filled out the release of the title and called the non-profit facilitating the eventual sale of the car to ask them what name to put down as the purchaser when I filled out the Relaease of Liability later. She told me: CARS (Charitable Adult Rides and Services) out of San Diego.
I surrendered the title and keys to BJ. After he disappeared with the Subaru, I went online and filled out and submitted the Idaho Release of Liability form and I called the insurance office and took the Sube off our policy.
2. That car.
It was a workhorse and a life saver.
We purchased it in April of 2004 and in July Molly suffered serious burns in a camp stove accident. Thank goodness we had that car. Our other car, a Honda Civic, had no air conditioning. We had to make several drives from Eugene to Portland and back in the hottest days of summer and Molly couldn't bear being in a room, let alone a car, without air conditioning. In addition to having the right climate, the Sube was reliable and was a life saver as Molly recovered from the accident and her injuries.
In the ensuing years, we drove the Sube across the country several times and I'll always be grateful for how much I enjoyed driving it into Washington DC, on the New Jersey Turnpike, down to Jamestown, over to the Maryland coast, to Cooperstown, to New York City and in and around Nyack, to Cape Cod, Baltimore, and numerous other places when we lived in Maryland.
Cincinnati. Chicago. Long Beach, Indiana on Lake Michigan. Battle Ground, Indiana and the Indiana Fiddlers' Gathering. Kellogg. Spokane. Seattle. The Oregon Coast. Kettle Falls/Martin Creek. Nelson, BC. Billings, MT to hear Hiram play in the President's Own. Missoula.
And all the places I didn't mention, no offense.
If the Sube could sing, its theme song would be "I've Been Everywhere"!
Well, at least it felt to me like it'd been everywhere!
3. Physically, I didn't do anything today to see the Subaru off.
But I felt spent.
It was mental and emotional.
I craved comfort food.
So, I boiled pasta.
I combined a can of Skline Chili with a can of black beans.
I diced about a third of a white onion.
I took out a bag of pre-grated sharp cheddar cheese.
I had the Frank's Red Hot Sauce at the ready.
Pasta in a bowl, topped with sauce and beans, topped with onion and cheese, and heated up with Frank's Red Hot Sauce.
No oyster crackers.
Oh well.
The meal I fixed was a great comfort.
It was my version this evening of Cincinnati Chili.
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