It’s no secret that I love my huge and old Buick…but winter has been hard on it, so this week I’ve been going to car lots and Craigslist ads and test driving all around the local cities. Oy. The hardest part is that I love my car–he’s just, well, had enough. And I need a reliable car to get me in and out of the city. Then there are a million decisions, big and small, to be made. It’s like dating someone: maybe everything isn’t perfect, but are there places you’re willing to compromise? I may need to compromise on visibility (my car has excellent visibility). I may need to compromise on room (my car, I kid you not, has a COUCH for a back seat). But…drive-ablity in the snow. That I cannot seem to give up. The roads of Detroit are too treacherous. Le sigh.
My dad test drove with me today, and remarked as we drove home, “Well, summer is closing. You can see it’s getting darker earlier.”
And, he’s right. But, that didn’t stop me from going into the garden to grab a few shots as the sun set.
Ahem. Important reference: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E5KC1E5NyR0
Lastly, I wore some clothes.
First of all, remember: we had such a tough winter. I kind of feel like, gosh, I don’t know, mother nature owes me a warm summer or something. Apparently…nope. I’ve worn my fall clothes the past few days: long pants, long-sleeved shirts, sweaters, scarves, socks and shoes. What the royal what.
I get it that my internal temp probably falls cooler than most but, for reals, mid-70’s as a high temp? That’s some brutal living right there. At times like these I remember World Youth Day in Madrid and people passing out right and left from heat stroke and the termometer breaking around something like 105 degrees and I like, “Wow. That sounds nice.” 🙂 Again, internal temps: really, really off of everyone else’s. Move me to the smack dab middle of the equator, someone.
Anyway! Colleen gave me this sweater a year or so back, the pants and shirt are second hand. The shoes are bass and my bff 4evah. I think that pink scarf was one of my first scarves. Wow. Who knew that that would usher in a lifetime of scarves on scarves on scarvvvves.
Sigh. Life is good. But I do miss me some high 90’s living.