We all piled into daddy's new car on Christmas Eve. I know zilch about models and makes and blah blah blah. All I ask myself is "Does this car speak to my sentimental soul?" And this one doesn't do it for me. However, if you talk to Zander about it, the car is very remarkable. Previously owned by an adult nerd who works for Intel, he cared for it like I do my own babies. Every maintainence appointment meticulously documented, regularly bathed and cleansed, not a scratch, tear, or stain through and through. Sadly, it has just occurred to me, he took better care of this car then I do my own kids. We don't deserve this car, I feel sorry for it. The first morning, I caught Cora, mindlessly, scratching it's hood with a rock she found. And then I scraped the side view mirror pulling the recycling can out to the curb and then not to mention Gunther and his entitlement to the front seat.
Nah, its okay, I bet the car was tired of a life inside a vacuum, now its truly living....
We drove to Wickenburg to get some pie. I forget the name of the supposedly famous pie shack. And, apparently, you have to order Christmas Eve pies, which we didn't, so we got someone's unwanted 3/4 scraps. We drove all the way through the rain to get it and by golly we were going to enjoy it!
These were the days Sam was still in the early stages of metamorphosing from angel baby to wolf cub.
And the hassayamp river.
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