"I'm sensitive to old things"
I can't help but smile big. Yes, Cora!
I remember sitting in my parent's garage, staring deep into the unblinking headlights of our blue volkswagon van crying because my parents were going to sell her. We talked for a long time, me mostly sobbing out thank yous and her saying nothing as most vans do. She faithfully hauled our family west on the I-40 when we moved from Oklahoma. She protected me and my sister while we slept in the early morning hours, as we took daddy to work. We laid without seat belts and pressed ourselves against the heater as her engine lulled us back to sleep.
I remember too, lady. The vacuum used to be my sister in laws and she gave it to us when it seemed all we could afford was hand me downs. It was the first to show me Ender's acute dexterity and focus at the crawling age. It was the horsey that the kids rode around while it sucked up cheerios, dog hair and the sacrificial lego. And it taught the kids one of their first hard lessons in cause and effect. Push this button and the cord whips to attention and winds back up inside the machine. One of their favorite games.
I wouldn't be surprised if I find a place in heaven for old machines. OR I have been thoroughly brainwashed by "The Brave Little Toaster". (highly likely)
If Cora views you as more vulnerable than her (Sam, Gunther, even me in a stressful situation) she has your back.
No spanking for Sam, no scolding for Gunther and "please Sam, you need to be more generous to mom. She's the one doing everything and you're just sitting there eating."
If I am complaining about something, she will unapologetically remind me, "Life is life mom, get over it"
Wild and free, the ne ne bird is yet to be extinct in our house. No clothes, no problem.
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