Dah checked out my gear shift tonight. “I’ve never heard of something like this happening and couldn’t imagine it from what you described, but it exactly like you said. It’s broken.”

Yep, I broke the car. I’ve had cars break down before, but not just break like this did. I’ve totalled cars, driven them to shit, scraped, dinged, dented. But this one is, simply put, just broken. 

I tried to shift it into reverse to parallel park it behind my other car – fortunate enough a location for a car to break down of identity going to – and something in the gear shift snapped and wouldn’t engage in changing gears for me anymore. Broken.

My mom was in the front yard trimming the bushes, so when I knew I needed help, I asked her to go get the neighbor. She and Carl pushed the car to the curb while I steered.

Luckily, where I live there are no nighttime parking restrictions until winter. So it’s going to sit there a while I. I’m not sure whether to get it fixed, or junk it, it what. So broken.

Like a shoe where the sole’s come completely unglued, like a zipper that’s lost it’s essential mechanism. Dammit


– Dit

P.S. In better news, Dah picked me up at 6am and we spent the day trekking to the Lyons Ham Radio swap meet and hitting many rummage sales and thrift stores in between. It was a day of many free donuts. We had salad bar lunch at Gooseberries market and went out for burgers and macadamia nut custard at Kopp’s at sunset. I drove us around for a bit in Frankie, my other car.


Driving Lessons

I knew the way I would learn to drive a stick would be to buy one. So I did.

I could tell the whole long story, but I’ll get to the core of it. I wouldn’t have found the courage to do this without Dah’s patience and support.

The car’s being looked at today because of some acceleration issues. But Tuesday Dah came along with me to the DMV then gave me my first driving lesson. 

I made it all the way around the block, and into third gear. Into and out of first gear at least ten times, but that’s a start.

I was nervous and excited. He was good-natured. This is good.

– Dit

Rain or Shine

I’ve heard it said that you should find people who share your same kind of crazy. We’ve done that.

After seeing Ray Chi talk about Serendipity at Creative Mornings Milwaukee, we took a friend’s car for an oil change, so our friend wouldn’t have to take off work. 

After two days of summery weather, today it was overcast and rainy. Saw that they had big umbrellas in a stand by the door at the car dealership, so we made use of them and walked a few blocks up one of the busiest highways to go get lunch. 

Look how cute we are. He’s of my tribe. 



It is axiomatic that relationships are built on long walks in the rain. So there.

Well that, and sitting in a car dealer’s waiting room for a car to be repaired.

In reflecting on the passing of Susan Wirth, and my meeting her for the first time the day before, I have said that I’m glad I met her. Every time something like this happens, one can’t help thinking about the unpredictability of things. I think this is a demonstration of why many philosophers have told us to live in the moment, for ultimately that is all we have.


Ink and Pancakes

We’re on a fountain pen jag, after attending the Chicago Pen Show last Sunday. 

Yesterday Dah mentioned to me that he needed an ink bottle. I thought I had something at home that might suffice. 

My mom had just finished a tiny jar of kombu her friend Kyoko-san had brought her from Japan. I remember seeing the empty jar and thinking I’d repurpose it. I just had to find it.

Before I had a chance to track it down, he came up with another solution, announcing that he planned to have pancakes, because the syrup sample bottle would work well for ink. 

Dah and I don’t live together. This morning, as I ate my breakfast of a boiled egg and honey-dripped apple, I thought of him waking in his own house to execute his pancake agenda, and thought: bravo, ingenuity! 

Later, I found myself with time to kill on a beautiful day. I was feeling well enough, which I’m sometimes not, so I took a long walk through Three Bridges Park, the section of the Hank Aaron Trail that runs from the Mitchell Park Domes to the Menominee Valley branch of the Urban Ecology Center, near Miller Park. 

Alone but not alone.  There’s ghosts and wildlife, occasionally other park patrons, and of course my thoughts. I feel Dah with me even when we apart. I imagine him walking with me, wishing he could share the slow, myopic trail. 

By the UEC side, there’s a mural that includes quotes from Frank Lloyd Wright add Malcolm Forbes. 

FLW said, “The present is the ever moving shadow that divides yesterday from tomorrow. In that lies hope.”

Forbes, “Diversity is the art of living independently together.”

What Forbes says about Diversity, I think, also applies to Love.

It makes me think of Dah and how much I value his friendship, and the balance we’ve found between being together and being ourselves. 

This diversity of experience is key to keeping interested in each other’s lives. That we do things on our own, learn things, then share with each other. I feel like I’m his biggest fan, and vice versa. It keeps me excited about doing things, and reporting back.

It’s fun and fulfilling. Makes the shadow of the day seem much more hopeful too.

– Dit