What is up?

Things are looking a bit more bright these days. This brightness is of course, no thanks to the Pennsylvania skies of gray and gloom which make it hard to differentiate morning from night through the looking glass. It is however, with thanks to several unexpected friends who allowed me to pour my heart out to them while they not only loaned a listening ear (or in some cases a racing eye as they had to keep up with repetitive messages of my overly verbose typing on facebook) but who also had some words of their own in response. I know I joke about being self-absorbed, but sometimes I really don't just want to hear myself talk---pick up your jaw from the floor, it's really not THAT shocking.

The thing is, sometimes you get tired of being the one everyone comes to for advice because a one way street often hits a dead end, and let's just say, at the end of this street was a garage of hopelessness I drove directly into and parked there for awhile. Well, after struggling in park I finally managed to find reverse and believe it or not, I can see the sun endlessly fighting to shine through those gray skies.

Now, if only my tangible means of transportation would follow the lead of my mental mustang, we might be cruising through good times. Clearly this is not the case. I kid you not when I tell you that the second the first flurry of snow fell upon my ready to retire ford contour, he/she basically decided that if I was going to make it suffer through the bitter cold it finds so unfamiliar having come from South Carolina, it would make me suffer through the embarrassment of driving it until it decides that I should suffer in the cold as well. The day has not come, yet, where I have been reduced to trudging through the formerly white turned concrete gray and unsanitary snow in order to reach safety (because surely my cell phone will be dead when this happens), but let it be noted that this in the moment I most dread and anticipate. I'm not sure how much longer my financial means will restrict me to the clunker car unworthy of even the worst 16 year old drivers (if Officer Baker has any say in it I will be driving this car for the rest of my life) but I'm thinking my next drive will be to buy a lottery ticket. Just sayin'...