I’ve always loved what I call the dark and quiet. Very early in the morning, sitting in my comfy chair with my coffee, my little dragonfly lamp on for enough light to not trip over the dog. But dark in the room. Time to think. I wonder if people ever get a chance to think about things these days, what with the pace of life and being bombarded by information coming at us all the time. Unless, like me, you turn it off, and tune it out, and sit in the dark and let your mind wander where it will. But if I sit for long enough, computer in my lap, things just might take a turn.
Like the morning I wandered over to the CarMax site searching for convertibles. Just drifting, or so I thought. But there it was, the cutest darned Fiat convertible ever. I looked at the pictures and by the time my husband got up I told him, “I think this is my car.” And it was, I drove it home later that day.
I have to admit that it wasn’t quite that spur of the moment. My 1999 Jeep Wrangler only had 68,000 miles on it, but I was tired of filling the tank constantly, and manually putting the top up or down was a dirty job, plus I’d been thinking that it might be time for a more, ahem, mature car. But driving off the parking lot in my new car I looked back at my Jeep sitting there, being left behind after 14 years of faithful service, and I couldn’t have felt worse. Like abandoning a child. It was a good car. I just hope it has had lots of fun adventures with a young(er) person at the wheel. I’ll bet it’s still rollin’ along.
And lastly a crepe myrtle drop. If you are lucky you can sometimes capture a reflection in the drop, or so I’m told. That remains to be seen…
A Snowbird's Life Through the Lens 