truckin'


In the midst of Holy Week, Tim got a truck. It ought to help in his constant gathering of wood for our household winter heat. I love that his new vehicle was built in the seventies. I also enjoyed watching Tim, in the rain, climbing all over the engine and hood of the vehicle which had sat in someone's yard for five years before the man I've known and loved all this time came to claim it.

I think Holy Week (according to the Orthodox Christian calendar) had a lot to do with my bemused enjoyment while I waited, in a stranger's driveway in south Eugene, to follow Tim and make sure he and his truck made it home. I was comfily seated in our "much newer" 1993 sedan, reclining and napping and praying by turns. Nearly 39 years of marriage to Tim has taught me that the waiting on vehicles is always a long waiting. Nearly seven years of Orthodoxy has shown me there are prayers as smooth as breath, as kind as a smile for a guy whose latest project will help us both and also provide him--my Eveready Bunny--with something fun to do.

There were two deer in the yard next to the one with Tim's new truck. Maybe a mother and grown fawn. They had no trouble, it seemed, hanging out beneath fir trees on the lawn (perhaps sheltered a bit from rain drops), until, that is, Tim started the aging truck's engine and let it run a while. Then, tails up, they hopped a fence and were off.

We drove home by way of Bimart, where Tim purchased new wiper blades so he could see better. Greeting us in our kitchen was Westley, ready for the special cat food our vet's been providing.


At eighteen, this kitty's survived three or so different seasons of anguish, where we thought he was done for. And yet he keeps rebounding, going and going sure as engineer Tim. Sure as rain in Oregon, sure as the love of the Christian God, in my belief, in the amazing constancy of carrying forward unto the ages of ages, when all good will be revealed, renewed, driven home out of the rain.

Comments

Victoria said…
I'm glad to hear he got the truck. The crazy weather in New Jersey this month has knocked down a ton of trees and branches, and I keep thinking if only Dad were here, he'd have hauled off several truckloads already.
Dee said…
Dear Deanna, the longest I ever lived with a car friend was 19 1/2 years. Then, because of Glaucoma, I was told I could no longer drive and so "Hannah" was sold to a young married couple who continue--three years later--to enjoy her. She was always such a good friend to me. Always started right away and kept her illnesses minor!

Westley is a handsome cat. And 18 years is old. Most of the cats with whom I've lived have shared 17 or 17 1/2 years with me. But Eliza Doolittle and I lived together for 20 1/2 years. That was such a gift. Peace.

Fresca said…
Nice blue truck! Nice orange cat!
(Blue and orange is a favorite color comination of mine.)

I am glad you are blogging a little more often lately--I love to hear about your ongoing life.