My Black Beauty is gone.

For the first time ever I saw someone drive away in my little black car. It's his now though. I'm sad to see it go. It's been a great car. Sad........

Clarification

Dee pointed out that the title of the blog could possibly construed as meaning marital issues, or give people the wrong idea.
The title is simply taken from the Doors song, "Riders on the Storm" adopting the old English spelling of rider: Ryder.

The ever moving stomach of my wife

Exciting times are on the eve of transpiring for Dee and I. At 37 weeks pregnant we are on the cusp of the arrival of our little one. We're ready for him to come too. I poke him every day and tell him to "hurry the hell up."
We've been blessed in this adventure: Dee hasn't had any significant complications; everytime we've needed something for the baby the Lord has provided us with what we've needed for cheap or at least affordable. A couple great people have been kind enough to give us car seats and other such needs.
As babies do, we're sure that he's not going to come at a convenient time. I'm convinced he's going to come right before an assignment is due or a morning in which I have to open the store. Oh well, I'm sure whoever is inconvenieced will be understanding.
Hopefully..........

Changes on their way.

Having been a year of crazy and needed changes, I've entered a second phase of big changes. My car that has been so literally attached to me, has now been sold and I'm migrating over to the epitamy of exciting vehicles: a Dodge Caravan. With the sale of the car goes my stereo too. No more subwoofer. Ultimately this is a good thing, I mean you don't want 650 watts of bass pounding when you have a newborn in the car but still; I love that stereo. These, of course, are the necessary changes that I make for my family; they are the most important after all.
The sale of the car saddens me however. I have an unnatural attachment to my vehicles. When I left for my mission ten years ago I had just as hard of a time leaving my truck as my family. Fortunately, they were both there when I got back. Though I am excited about closing off the chapter of my life that was tied into that Hyundai, it does mean that I'm parting with the source of many memories and journies.
To my Hyundai, which was mine from new, I bid farewell, knowing that except at the chance passing I will likely never lay eyes on her again. sigh.........