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I visited the brand new Duluth Trading Company store last night. As I mentioned in a prior post, they make clothes and gear for people who work so hard for a living they wear their clothes out. (I do work hard but have not been known to wear out my clothes, since I mainly work with my brain, but I definitely admire people who work with their bodies that hard.)

Since I know a little something about sewing, I was able to appreciate the fabric and craftsmanship, both of which were outstanding. The prices were high compared to something you'd buy at some trashy place like Wal-Mart, but I think they were dirt cheap for the quality of the items, which would last ten times longer.

My friend has a horse and she mucks out stables to pay for part of his board, so she had much more practical use for the clothing there than I did. We were looking at some hats when she said, "All these warm clothes represent freedom to me."

How fascinating.

It got me to thinking about what represented freedom to me. I think it's a reliable car.

My first car, a '76 Chevy Nova, would just stop working, anytime, anywhere. Driving on an expressway, for instance. Toward the end of its service, my second car, a '92 Dodge Spirit, had a lot of strange electrical issues and eventually did the same. (In fact, I believe I rolled it into the parking lot of the place I traded it in because the engine had cut out.) There were two other cars I co-owned with my ex, one of which was a huge lemon (Saturn), the other now coming to its end. But my trusty old-man-car Buick is still going strong, and I love it. If I need to go somewhere new, I might worry about not knowing where to park, but I won't need to be scared that the Buick's engine is going to cut out on the expressway. I also might not be able to find my car on senior citizen discount day at the grocery store, but I find it rather calming to wander through a lot full of teal Buicks, so that's okay.

(ah, here it is, new-to-me in 2007! I love you, baby!)

What represents freedom to you--anything that surprises you?


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Dec. 11th, 2010 11:23 am (UTC)
Too funny the idea of you and bunch of old people wandering the parking lots looking for your gigantic boat-cars.

Freedom to me I think is an airplane/airline. Yes, they're dirty thieving criminals who treat you like dirt and take your money, more money than they should IMHO, but to me, being able to travel is freedom. And far, my car is good too, I've driven as far as North Carolina in my car, but I need to KNOW I can go across the ocean or really far anytime I want to. I think if I was in a position where I knew I COULDN'T get to Peru (or wherever) tomorrow (even if I don't want to go to Peru tomorrow) I would start to get panicky. I just need to know I'm able to even if I don't plan on it right now. Probably a great punishment for me would be saying for 5 years you can't go more than 75 miles from your residence. OMG, I'd tell you everything you wanted to know, steal state secrets, give you my first born (cause she'd likely be going berserk a year in as well and you'd have to deal with her).

This is why I don't own a home. Because why in god's name would I save up $20K or $30K when I could already have had 4 or 5 amazing trips somewhere out of that? :-)
Dec. 11th, 2010 11:36 am (UTC)
Ah, you're such a vagabond! And, wow, you've driven really far. I don't think of the airlines as dirty, thieving criminals, weirdly enough. They're providing a service you can't really do yourself.

So many people own SUVs despite their gas-guzzling impracticality that my car doesn't look too big in comparison. What sold me on it was when the dealer pointed to it and said, "That's a really nice car and it gets the same mileage as all the small ones here."
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Dec. 11th, 2010 12:31 pm (UTC)
That's so funny, that's exactly how I drove my last car to its final goodbye, coasting or speeding up all the way there to try to not brake. (The dealer who sold it for me was about an hour away!) It crapped out at the single traffic light between here and there--yes, we're rural--and then again as I tried to turn into his lot!

I love it that people were hailing you and trying to buy your car off you!
Dec. 11th, 2010 02:01 pm (UTC)
Your car and my car
Mom here,

Your car and my Grand Prix have the same motor. I have 100% faith in it, although it's a lot newer then yours. It's too bad they discontinued the Grand Prix. A classic in the making. People are looking for them and the dealer keeps trying to buy it back.

Dec. 11th, 2010 05:29 pm (UTC)
Re: Your car and my car
You know a lot more about car things than I do!
Dec. 11th, 2010 02:44 pm (UTC)
Hmm, for me I think I have to say the internet. I have met some wonderful people on the net. I'm writing original works and having them published because of the net. To me that is freedom. I can go anywhere and do anything. I can let my creativity run wild writing with Ali.
Dec. 11th, 2010 05:29 pm (UTC)
Oh, that's so true! I'd be stuck working for someone else if it weren't for the Internet.
Dec. 11th, 2010 04:02 pm (UTC)
Freedom is knowing that I can make it on my own, without the help of a man. As you may know, my husband of 28 years left me three years ago for another woman and I thought I'd die. I truly did. But you know what? I didn't die. I hung in there and survived and I feel such freedom! Freedom from the pain of loss and betrayal. Sometimes I lose it and forget how good I have it now, but it doesn't take long for me to realize how very lucky I am. He took 28 years of my life, but I have many more good years left in me...not to find another man, but to live my life as I see fit and not trying to squeeze into the mold he wanted me to. Ah, freedom!
Dec. 11th, 2010 05:34 pm (UTC)
No, I didn't know that! I became single this year myself. The timing sucked, because it was right after I quit my day job to do my writing/publishing biz full time, so it was scary to lose the second income when my business was in its infancy.

Sometimes living alone gets lonely, but all the other times when you get to do whatever the hell you want, whenever the hell you want to, with no one there to criticize your choices--they make up for it ;-)
Dec. 12th, 2010 01:38 pm (UTC)
Oh, I completely understand about the cars! I had a Renault Encore that went through 5 alternators in a year. O.O I got rid of it because I didn't trust it at all by that point.

I love my current car - I've driven to (and from) Colorado, the Black Hills, and Toronto in it.
Dec. 16th, 2010 12:25 pm (UTC)
My last car, a Dodge K-car, was like that with mufflers. Not quite that frequent, but how does a car need a new muffler every two years? And the worst part was when it fell off on a hill and I got out to get it and it rolled away, and I was chasing it down the hill.
Dec. 16th, 2010 12:28 pm (UTC)
Heh, that's the sort of thing I would roll my eyes at in a book, not believing it would happen!
Dec. 16th, 2010 12:29 pm (UTC)
I know, I was just thinking it sounded like a Victor Bayne moment.
Dec. 16th, 2010 11:32 am (UTC)
You hit a soft spot for me in your post. Your Buick reminds me of my '81 Skylark. It was a gem and truly a lifesaver for me. In college I completely restored the undercarriage and suspension on it along with nearly everything else other than the engine. That car is the reason why my SO and I met and got together some 16 years ago - I bought all the parts from him. A little less than a month after I had it repainted someone broadsided me and it was a total loss.

Except for the memories it left behind as well as keeping me safe and whole.

Since then there have been a few other cars, most recently a '94 Grand Prix that we finally had to sell to buy the newest addition to our family: 2009 Chevy Impala.

If or when you part with your Buick and you liked the reliability you might check into 2008 through 2010 Impalas. They're Buicks with a slightly different body and the Impala named slapped on the outside. The engine, frame and chassis are all the exact same as what you get in the Buicks at nearly $10,000 difference in price. You can get a low mile, excellent everything for around $13,000 to $17,000 depending on options because there were a billion program cars running around. Just a thought when the time comes :)
Dec. 16th, 2010 12:28 pm (UTC)
My best friend in high school had a Buick Skylark...probably an early 80's model! Isn't it funny how we can love or hate a car?

I think my next car will be a Prius, as much as I love my Buick. Then again, my Buick may be with me for many more years, given how reliable she is. I am partial to Impalas. (Bob Zigler in PsyCop loves his Impala.)
Dec. 16th, 2010 12:40 pm (UTC)
Bob Zigler in PsyCop loves his Impala.


I must go reread that series again as I'd forgotten that little tidbit :)

Recently, I've been wondering if you sell series in one download? I'm interested in buying your other ones but I'm lazy and would love it if you have a bundle option of what's available?
Dec. 23rd, 2010 08:45 pm (UTC)
Oops, sorry, I didn't get a notification of this comment. I already have Petit Morts bundles and I was thinking of doing a PsyCop bundle when I release GhosTV--although I don't know how ultimately useful that would be as so many people have many of the early books. Those are really the only bundle-able things I publish.
Jan. 1st, 2011 11:56 pm (UTC)
Thank you for the heads up on the Petit Morts bundles. Just went over and bought the ePub and HTML versions of bundles 1 and 2. I'm very much looking forward to reading these!

Happy New Year :)
Jan. 2nd, 2011 01:04 am (UTC)
Wow, when you say you'd be interested in some bundles, you're not fooling around!! Thanks so much, I hope you enjoy them :D
Jan. 2nd, 2011 01:34 am (UTC)
Oh, I never fool around when there's excellent writing, character development and plot available. The steamy hot scenes are just the icing on the cake. Thank YOU for providing all of the above! :)
Dec. 23rd, 2010 06:55 pm (UTC)
Freedom is - having my own front door that I can close behind me, that's mine until I decide to move on. I moved, on average, every 6-9 months for about a decade, mostly on other people's timetables. I know the safety is basically illusionary, but - it's still important. that security gives met he freedom to take risks with other things, to go places, knowing I have somewhere to come back to, the freedom to interact with the world knowing I have a safe space to come back to, if I want or need to.
Dec. 23rd, 2010 08:47 pm (UTC)
I think that's HUGE! Having my own place is a very big deal to me too, although it probably has more to do with security than freedom to me. But in a sense it is also freedom, as in a place where I am free to be myself.
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