Ode to My Volvo

I love my Volvo. I found it on Craig’s List, January 2006 for a whopping $800. After we left Brooklyn for the Hills of Western Mass, we needed 2 cars. I was living here with an 8 month old babe in the dead of winter for one month without a car. Talk about isolation. I found my lovely Volvo listed in Brooklyn, and since Rob was still working there, he checked it out and handed over the cash for my new wheels. It’s an 1988 Volvo wagon with over 225K miles on it, but we aren’t sure, the odometer stopped working at 181K. Things are falling apart. The plastic inside is so old, it’s disintegrating at quite the rate. The seats are splitting. The hinges that hold the hood on are so rusted, that one broke at my last visit to the shop, and I need to cruise the junk yards for 2 more. But, I feel so safe inside this steel box. It’s big, bigger than a small boat, and when I have 4 studded tires on it in the winter, can handle a snow storm like butter. But most of all I love it because of the independence it means for me and Iz: we can drive and visit anywhere we please.

I took a trip to Ikea yesterday. Marie and I were hunting for storage and seating for the lounge. (We found the coolest stuff, pictures once it’s all put together and in place…) The shelf system weighs over 200 lbs, and we bought 12 chairs, among some other little irresistible things (oh…how I LOVE IKEA!!!). I knew we could get it all into the Volvo. and lookeeeee here! We did! Oh VOLVO I LOVE YOU!!!!