Everything Becomes Old

These are the last of the tulips in my yard that you haven’t seen before. My neighbor has some pretty orange ones. I keep saying I’m not going to buy any more bulbs but when I say that, I lie. Where’s the catalog?

Do you ever drive by some ancient, ridiculous-looking old car and think to yourself: at one point someone was really excited about that car. They got a loan and drove it off the lot all shiny and new. And showed it off to their friends.

I saw an ancient brown Celica with flapping plastic serving as the back window. When I was in high school I had a boyfriend with a brown Celica that was polished and waxed about three times a week. (He and his Dad were nuts when it came to car care.) It was hard to imagine that junker was once a pretty car.

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