There are bomb cyclones, and mudslides, and shithole presidents. And there are also blown head gaskets, and coolant leaks, and oil drips... I sold my Subaru for pennies last week because I wasn't willing to front the costs for her repair. She was the fourth, and last car, that would be taken care of by my father: my forever mechanic.
And this painful, confusing experience continues to unravel the knot of my small story as: "Dying and being with dying are threshold experiences with the potential to destroy our self-clinging." (Joan Halifax)