Learning To Drive

3/25/18 Listen....do you hear that? It's a deep chuckling sound in the air. That would be my dad, for two reasons.  One, it's baseball season; better than Christmas morning to my father.  And two, because he is finally vindicated.  Let me explain, I used to tease my father mercilessly about one specific thing.  He would read owner's manuals.  Not just for major purchases either, we'd buy a toaster or a hair dryer and dad would sit and read the owner's manual.  I have NEVER read an owner's manual in my entire life, which is probably why my Prius blares ACDC whenever I turn the car on, even when the stereo was off.... Anyway, this last week has been terrifying, hysterical, emotional; primarily for one consistent reason...GOOGLE.  I mentioned signing up for a 200 hour yoga certification class, and I did so. And I think it's a perfect fit, the teacher is amazing and I've already resonated with so much of their teaching. B

3/13/18 I know, I know; there's no such thing as blinker fluid.  It was a joke running through my mind as I took my car in for it's maintenance.  This is something I have rarely done over the years, and was often terrified of the questions posed to me by intimidating and, to my way of thinking, patronizing men.  (I realize this was a projection of my fearful ignorance upon these perfectly polite mechanics.) "Do you know how filthy your cabin filter is?" I would find myself apologizing for the state of my cabin filter,,something I wouldn't recognize to this day; even if you threw the filthy thing at my head. I felt like a walking posterboard announcing, "Go ahead and take advantage of me. Offer me the premium blinker fluid." But I digress. I did take the car in.  My cabin filter passed with flying colors, praise be.  I got the car ready for a road trip.  Not just any road trip.  NEW ORLEANS. That's right, my sister and I took off f