Welcome to February. Welcome to Black History Month. Welcome to another month of trying to write daily.
You know, even though it’s been 10 days, there still hasn’t been all that much to write to you about. A lady on the news said that you should tune up your furnace like you tune up your car….about once every three years. Every. Three. Years. I think she must kill a lot of cars.
Is it cold where you are? Really cold? Record breaking cold? 25 below overnight cold? It’s chilly here.
Speaking of this cold, does your car act up in the cold? Or is it just mine because it’s almost as old as my child? I always have the radio loud. Know why? Because then I can’t hear that sad, sad mouse in my steering wheel when I turn left or that clanky clanky sound in the front right that’s probably another freaking CV gone south but I don’t want to think about it. It only has to last until the weather breaks because then I can ride my bike to work and then if all goes as planned, I can buy a new (brand-new, not used, only test-driven, not eaten in, not smoked in, mine all mine) car. Hello Subaru and your all-wheel drive.
In my writing attempts, my next big goal is to write a book. One of those laying by the pool reads that won’t require all of your attention but will secretly garner it anyway. I have the first few chapters and some middle stuff but no end. Please feel free to prod me about getting it finished at random intervals.
Well, the house smells like chili so I think I’ll go eat it.