"Wish You Were Here"-- a very little soundtrack

Road trips, friendship, and death.

"Casimir Pulaski Day," Sufjan Stevens
"Born to Run," Bruce Springsteen
"Summerland," Everclear
"Greek Song," Rufus Wainwright
"This Side of the Blue," Joanna Newsom
"Three Hits," Indigo Girls
"Me and Bobby McGee" (I only have the Gordon Lightfoot version but the Janis Joplin one is better)
"Isn't That What Friends are For?" Bruce Cockburn
"Northern Lights," Bruce Cockburn

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My mother's attempts to buy a new car keep being thwarted.

This is unfortunate for us both. She spends two hours a day driving me to work, five days a week (!); I have not been out of the house for anything but work in a week and a half, except for riding my bike to Goodberry's once, and man cannot live on frozen custard alone. Even if it was vanilla with bananas and strawberries and mmmmmmm.

Meanwhile, my sister threatened to leave home if (a) she had to make a single compromise involving the guaranteed use of her car, or (b) my mother got a Subaru.

Oh, wait, update: She got approved for the loan! Which is not for a Subaru, but for a Prius, which nicely balances out the Evilmobile we also own.

The most recent being-thwarted is that they wouldn't give her the car unless my father, who works variously in India, Shanghai, and Singapore, was there to sign the papers. But now they gave her the loan and I will have my car and all manner of things shall be well.

You have never seen a 24-year-old woman this happy about having the use of a minivan with 170,000 miles on it.

(And I do think it's a little excessive for a household to own three cars, but if a certain someone refuses to make any compromises there's not much to be done about it; and really, only an agoraphobic or a much more enthusiastic and brave cyclist than me could be happy this far out in the suburbs and carless).