This morning I was both irritated and elated to discover that my car's windshield had a thin layer of ice on it. I found our scraper and chipped away. That old familiar scratching sound was like music to my ears as I was flooded with happy memories of home and the holidays. I cleaned every square inch of that glass.
The car is parked outside again tonight; I'm hoping for another frost.
(Of course, part of my enjoyment is in realizing that later in the day, it will be in the 60s... I'm not totally crazy.)
Monday, November 10, 2008
That old familiar sound
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Me too, me too. My only bummer was my mint plant which has completely wilted. Oh well.
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