Sympathy for the Devil

God, or the Devil, is in the details…depending on how you choose to look at it. We are down to the last details before putting our house on the market. We didn’t intend to be here this long. What started out as a 2-year plan turned into a fixer-upper that needed much more fixing-up than we bargained for. Being the type of people who believe wholeheartedly in karma, with a capital K, we did our best with each new challenge we ran into. (Maybe it is the Devil…)

Ten years after we started, we are almost through. The trim is touched up. Closets are being cleaned. Furniture is being sold. New carpet is going in the master suite. The pool is gleaming. The garden is lush. As much as we’ve looked forward to this, it’s bringing us to a new place in our lives, and yes, we are both excited and scared. image

It shows up in funny ways. I just spent weeks looking for the “perfect” new car, stressed out, and sick over it. But I had to make a decision because my lease was up. I finally decided on a Mini Cooper 4-door Countryman because it’s adorable and it can be towed behind an RV.  Kind of “cart before the horse,” I know.  But, being a good Boy Scout, I am now prepared!

And for the first time in 22 years, I am driving a manual transmission again. This car is fun…so much so that my sweetheart keeps asking to take it. Another benefit: I feel more engaged while driving it – no talking on the phone or drinking coffee on the way in to work. You need both hands.

I always conduct informal surveys, and I’ve learned than most women close to my age can drive a manual. Almost none of the young women I’ve asked are able. (Although nobody can drive them in platform wedges! Jeez. Who knew?)

Can you drive a manual? Was it your first car? Who taught you? Let me know. Informal survey stuff, you know. (Actually, I’m just nosy.)

So, that’s me. Mid-air. I used to love change just for the sake of change. Now I am open to change for the better. Change for the experience and excitement. I hope to remain this courageous and open for as long as I get to be on this big blue marble!

XO Donna

10 thoughts on “Sympathy for the Devil

  1. Deanna Russ

    I can not drive a manual but, I have tried to learn several times. I think that iit didn’t take because I really didn’t have the ambition to do it, I just figured it was something I should know. Every time I am in a lot of traffic I think about having to constantly clutch and shift…and I am grateful the I am in “D”!

    • When my friends and I learned to drive, automatic transmissions were still kind of a luxury item. If you wanted some freedom as a young adult, that made you quite ambitious, as you can well imagine!
      Luckily I don’t usually travel at peak traffic times, but once the novelty wears off, I’ll wish I had a “D” too!

  2. Carole

    Hey Donna-Just read your most recent post- loved it. Of course, I fall in the manual drive category. My first car, a VW bug, and my dear dad was my teacher. Congrats on the Mini-Cooper – you wonderfully car crazy gal.

  3. Carrie

    I drove a manual most of my life. My dad taught me on an old 1958 Nash Metropolitan when I was 17. I first drove them because I lived with snow and it was easier to get yourself out of the deep white stuff with a manual (or at least I thought so). After that I got one because I was still young enough that it seemed kind of cool. Two years ago I got the first automatic I have ever owned! This time I was SO ready to hang it up and stop dreading the idea of hitting a stop light halfway up a hill. No manuals for me again!

    • This has proven to be a surprise – the new manuals have “hill-assist” to prevent you from rolling back. Makes it easier! But, if it didn’t need to be towable, I’d be driving an automatic also, I’m with you, there!

  4. You are a woman after my own heart! I love the way you think. Short, sweet, to the point and no fluff. I am 57 and have always been able to drive a stick, in fact, when someone needed a push start, my husband would always recommend me. Haha. Keep up the good work.

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