Deprivation makes me philosophical. The Little Red Car is still in the shop. Here are some truly random thoughts, as it says in the right-hand column. Actually, its a collision of thoughts.
This is a photo of my “little lady” visiting her b-i-g cousin. My cousin actually, she drives a nice-looking rig. She (they) visited us one day, driving as close to us as the 52-foot trailer allowed, which was the nearest truck stop. I parked the Little Red Car among the big trucks. It felt like any one of them could have moved around a bit and crunched us without noticing. It was a fun place to be.
My cousin snapped this photo after we were laughing about their comparative size, identical color, and – we fancied – their apparent friendship.
So I’m thinking about that, and also about where the Little Red Car is right now: getting some serious auto surgery done. With a serious bill to follow.
That’s the deprivation part. Here’s the philosophical part: My cousin and I anthropomorphized our vehicles during that visit, projecting our friendship onto them. Cute…fun. I still give the Little Red Car human characteristics. I know it’s commonly done. How easy it is to say “she” and “her” when I write about….well, her.
Here is the “collision” of thoughts: Why do I like her so much? The Little Red Car is my idea of a truly feminine creature:
She is strong, steady, reliable, and attractive. She’s there when I need her and she sets wise limits for me. I, who would rather just “be” instantly where I want to go, have to slow down and adjust myself to her sensible little engine. I have to “take turns” in traffic (or else I’ll lose her), and she has all sorts of instructions for me to follow – like how to communicate with other drivers, how to get the rain off the windows, where to put my things (Rollerblades on the floor, skis down the middle, dirty things in the trunk, eggs on the seat, coffee cups in….you know. ) She also demands that I be attentive, calm, and self-restrained.
And it really is wisdom, in a “small” sense of the word, to follow these restrictions. Like a wise maiden, she will not bend to my desires.
Follow me here….One week, three young people who don’t know each other, each on different days remarked to me about the immorality of our times. All three, a young woman (unmarried and wise for her age) and two guys, told me: “You know, if the girls would just be stronger, the guys wouldn’t get away with so much.”
(Yikes! One of these was my son!)
But they referred not only to immorality, but also to lack of character, that is, living in a self-disciplined way with attention to duty and virtue. Well, they didn’t quite put it that way, but they talked around it with descriptive examples.
It all starts here. If women aren’t wise and strong, then their immorality and weakness will allow men to become savages. And I mean “men” in the sense of all humanity. The Lord of This World knows just how to corrupt and degrade women, and the collapse of our society followed. IMHO.