A Beautiful Day In The Neighborhood

This 80 degree August is unreal. 

All I want is for someone to buy me a house in Shaw on a shady street. 

Preferably one with a porch for an American flag, a mid-size, fenced-in backyard for Maverick to play (and for a future small pool to be installed), exposed brick, a pretty staircase, pocket doors, high ceilings, hardwood floors and off-street parking.  


On Climbing Mountains

"Mountains should be climbed with as little effort as possible and without desire. The reality of your own nature should determine the speed. If you become restless, speed up. If you become winded, slow down. You climb the mountain in an equilibrium between restlessness and exhaustion. Then, when you're no longer thinking ahead, each footstep isn't just a means to an end but a unique event in itself....To live only for some future goal is shallow. It's the sides of the mountains which sustain life, not the top." 
Robert M. PirsigZen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry Into Values


Trip Planning

And a glass of red wine to get me in the rainy, fall, West Coast mode. 



Already looking forward to the next few months - what, with the lake, annual softball tournament, Loufest, Roots and Blues, a epic trip to the Pacific Northwest and more - but today, my sister suggested a NOLA weekend in February. 

The idea has my head spinning. It complicates my plan to do an exotic NYE (although the holiday vacation is perfectly suited for that) and a trip to Greece... But I don't care. I love NOLA, I love trip planning and I love my sister. 


My Car

A few weeks ago, my car broke down.

To be fair, this was a long time coming. I have been saying since Christmas that I was going to buy a new car. Each month, each oil change, each tank of gas – I swore would be my last.

But still, I wanted it to be on my time. Not when it broke down and would need to be fixed or towed to a dealership.

When all was said and done, it needed a new battery, alternator and transmission. Which was... a lot. More than the car was worth. But not more than a year of car payments on a new car would have been. So I made the decision to get it all fixed.

And have faced a lot of ridicule for it.

And a lot of reverse buyer's remorse on my own part.

As much as I didn't want a new car, once I started seriously looking and thinking it was inevitable, I kind of got excited. I know I was making a practical choice in keeping my payment-free car, but still.

Now, I should rephrase that to, "I thought I was making a practical choice...." 

About a week later, my check engine light came on again. Thinking it was just a glitch – maybe something wasn't turned on correctly? – I took it in one morning for an oil change and to have the light checked. Turned out, it needed a valve replaced and it would take, so they told me at the time, about an hour and a half (and another couple hundred bucks). I opted to bring it in the next morning, as I had the day off to drive down to the lake for a family vacation.

Nine hours later, it was done. Yes, you read that right. Nine hours.

So, that was annoying. But what was more annoying was that the check engine light came back on again four days later.

I was not amused.

And then – to make matters worse, because of course – the night before I was going to take it in to be checked out again, I left my lights on at the Muny and the battery died. Well played, Danielle.

On the upside, after I jumped it the check engine light didn't come back on. So, there's that. Oh, and the license expires in August so it needs an emissions test soon.

Let's see how this goes. Keep on keepin' on, little yellow Neon.


Just For The Record

Today started off with me throwing three eggs away because I couldn't get them over easy. 

Then I watched almost the entire season of Bloodline on Netflix. I thought about taking Mav for a walk. Key phrase - *thought about.* 

I pouted because I couldn't get the salsa jar open. 

I drank 2 beers and 3 glasses of wine. By myself. Just chilling watching TV. I am not proud of this. 

I huddled in my basement during a tornado warning (with said glass of wine). 

I chased a moth around my house with bug spray trying to kill it. Almost threw a shoe at it but wussied out. Ended up losing the moth, so I turned other lights on and went into my bedroom with the door shut and kept the bug spray on my nightstand (for safety?). 

As I sit here thinking about how I'm failing at adulthood, I realize my parents had two kids at my age. Cool.