Let me begin by saying my car is old. Let me follow this fact by saying how much I love my car. My father bought it many years ago with the intention of letting me drive it when I got my license at age 16 and, thus, buying himself a chauffeur to carpool his five younger children around.
I drove it for two years in high school and then left it at home for college, taking it back with me only two of my eight semesters. Once when my sister was driving it, a little gravel flew up and hit the windshield while she and my brother were leaving the boat house after practice. The front window now has a nice scar across the lower part of the window. I think it gives it character. When I graduated college, my parents gave it to me as a graduation gift since I was not living at home at the time and would need transportation for my reporting job.
Today is Day 2 of my car being completely frozen shut. Not only am I not amused, but I am sad. I miss my car. I have to drive to work with my Dad, which I don't mind, but on Thursday he is going to Illinois for business and then I will need my car to open sesame or else ...I may not be able to get myself to work! I don't mind snow or cold but ice is a whole nother monster. I had to salt the back steps last night after work because I didn't want my mother coming home from work at the hospital only to return as a patient. (Or anyone, for that matter!)
My baby sister is in the sixth grade and the stories she tells me about the kids in her class make me shake my head, hug her close and tell her that people are much better when they grow up, which is sometimes true. A girl from my high school told me she appreciates that we can discuss LGBT issues without anger or rancor and is glad that a conservative Catholic and a liberal Agnostic could be chummy. True charity is nothing without love, in whatever form it manifests: actions, words and/ or thoughts.
I'm still making some of my family's Christmas presents... okay, all of them. Some will be bought. Some will rhyme. Others will involve puffy paint and/ or crayons and/ or colored pencils! Friends are getting Christmas cards, with the exception of a few people like Bear, whose Christmas present is also her birthday present, which I am woefully behind in finishing. She'll love it once I'm done, but making presents is such a process! --And such an adventure: I've learned so much about my strengths and weaknesses during Arts and Crafts time! I'm not even a huge holiday gift-giver: I usually give books to friends "just because" and not around any particular special date. It adds an element of surprise!
Back to editing galley proofs. Enjoy your Tuesday! Gaudete!
(Ten Julie points if you know where the title of this post and the above picture are from immediately!)