Wheels…

The small dog is home from her travels and both she and I were most touched by ‘her’ emails and the messages left by those who had worried that her departure was of a more permanent nature. She had bounded off a day early this time, without so much as a backward glance, for the three mile walk to her friends’ home for the weekend. She returned after yet another three mile walk  on the way home… immediately found her ball and began the demands to play, eat and not have her ears done, thank you very much.

Within an hour, she was snuggled in her bed and snoring fit to burst. By this time, the nice, clean floor was spattered with mud, coated in hair and covered in tennis balls. The birds had been evicted from the lawn and the hole through the gale-damaged fence discovered and essayed. It is good to have her home, though she appears to have spent a wonderful weekend with her pals.

I also had a good weekend… although the journey left a lot to be desired. I love driving. I love the feel of the open road, the cocoon of solitude the car wraps around me, the feeling of miles flying by…. This weekend, however, the journey was interesting, in the sense of the old Chinese curse about living ‘in interesting times’…

The shiny ‘new’ car, which had vaguely suggested it might have a bit of a cough, decided that it would wait until the point of no return had been passed to scare the living daylights out of me by screaming. Once over the initial shock, and unable to replicate the noise or locate its source, I found myself with a vehicle that would make a sloth look like a Roadrunner, every time I showed it even the smallest incline.

Let’s just say that, for a confident driver, to be overtaken by a horse-box is bad enough. To have the horse then laugh at you over the tailgate is adding insult to injury. But then again, we were crawling up the hill with all the alacrity of a narcoleptic snail.

Having continued its unearthly moaning every time a reluctant foot attempted to use the accelerator to gather momentum for the next hill, the car must go and introduce itself to a mechanic, while I gnaw my fingernails to the knuckle and/or fortify myself with tranquilisers, awaiting the verdict and the bill.

But, if the car refused to gather momentum, the workshop is gathering it apace. With only six weeks to go, we are again rewriting prior to sending the file for printing. The more we work with the text, the more jewels we uncover within it, linking the ancient Epic to modern thought and the modern world.

On a more practical note, cupboards are spilling props and fabrics when opened, piles of strange objects are forming in odd corners, and it seems that everything is touched with gold paint. This is the time when the worry and the excitement sets in, as we need to ‘get it right’, and the clock is ticking…

So, if it goes a little quiet around here, I am either weeping over garage bills, deep in ancient Sumer… or walking the dog to calm my nerves…

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The glories above were unamed.

The word for that world beneath, unuttered.

Source and time, unfettered, merged…

From the mingling waves-of-water came mud and slime.

Enshar and Kishar, twin halves of the globe, shone out of them.

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About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com.
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53 Responses to Wheels…

  1. jenanita01 says:

    Oh my, problems are like buses, aren’t they? Although you made me laugh about the car, I know how alone and helpless you can feel when our wheels give up on us. Especially one recently bought, supposed to be fit for purpose! At least you have Ani back, she will cheer you up!

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  2. ksbeth says:

    while ani’s early departure was greatly exaggerated, at least she had the chance to see how much the world would miss her, and not many of us have the opportunity while still alive, do we? cars are annoying moneyeaters, and i hope that yours shows a bit of mercy. best of luck with the upcoming workshop!

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  3. Violet Lentz says:

    Nothing could make me happier than to read that Ani is home and life has resumed, dog hair, tennis balls and all..

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  4. A relief about Ani, but also lamentation about the new car! Good luck with your Sumer, research, and writing!

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  5. Glad you and Ani are safely reunited, and the car survived the weekend… Even if only just.

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  6. Oh goodness! So glad Ani is safe and sound, but not good about the car. Our pellet stove started screaming this winter and the first time it did I nearly had a heart attack.

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  7. Everything is back to normal it seems with mud and dog hair. How lovely. Ha ha. Sorry to hear about the car, though. 😦

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  8. My son’s car did that and they never figured it out. Eventually, they replaced the engine. He was furious. it was his first brand-new car!

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  9. willowdot21 says:

    I truly am excited ,💜

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  10. willowdot21 says:

    Ps. I am fuming on your behalf you have not had that car for five minutes. Can’t you go back to where you bought it and complain ….
    As for Ani , deep down she knows you love her mess…..Really you do 💜💜🌹

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  11. Wonderful, Ani is back, Ani-way. Lol Michael

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  12. Widdershins says:

    Yay, for Ani … bugger, for the car … yay, for the workshop preparations. 😀

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