I am more than a little embarrassed to confess this. In a prayer group recently, as part of a gratitude exercise we were asked to list “Things that delight me…”
The second item on my list was “Children’s laughter” but, yes, the very first thing I spontaneously wrote down was “Cars.”
My poor mother said that I was obsessed with automobiles even as a baby and that I would constantly point at them from my stroller. A fervent gardener, it always pained her that I could spot the difference between, say, a ’67 Mustang and a ’68 but had — and have — no clue about the difference between a peony and a pansy.
I drove on deserted Irish beaches as a young child, I backed my mother’s car in and out of the garage for years, I had my first official driving lesson on the first day it was legal for me, and I passed my test about two weeks later.
Why, oh why, did I join a religious order where I am doomed to drive boring little cars for my entire life? It’s one of the (many) things I plan to discuss with my Heavenly Father when I get “up there”!
Others in my community read Theology Digest or Philosophy Quarterly, but it’s Automobile, Autoweek, and Car & Driver for me!
I clearly have a “disordered attachment” to cars. Is there something offbeat for which you are particularly grateful?