The Civic's curse.

Once there was a little red Honda Civic.  She had her day, her time of usefulness.  She was after all nothing, if not reliable.  She outstayed her welcome, by a few years at least.  This past February I purposely put her in a snow bank to make a point.  Enough really is enough.

It was as though she hid behind this veil of protection, never a dented fender, never a scratch from the car who parked too close.  It seemed she was determined to mock me with her longevity.

We replaced her last March.  Her replacement has been in 2 accidents, the first the front end and last night the back.  It's had a couple of flat tires and a brand new set of four put on...  I have to wonder if she isn't somehow paying me back for every grumbling complaint, and nasty comment? She seems to be saying from her old car haven wherever that is.... "see I wasn't sooooo bad after all!'

He let her stay...... for a little while!

We have night time wanders here at our house, 3 to be exact.

Pumpkin almost never wanders, only if she's had a bad dream, or if it's really windy outside.

Yoni wanders for practical purposes.  His covers are messed up.  He needs more water.  He wet his bed.  He has a bloody nose.  He can't find Girrafe-y.  All good reasons to wander over to the powers that be, who sleep on the other side of the house, he lodges his complaint.  His issues are addressed, all things are righted, and back to sleep he  goes.

Snoofie, she wanders the most frequently.  Her reasons are varied and complex, and sometimes difficult to discern at 2 am.  The other Warden almost always asks her the problem, and sends her on her way straight back to bed, not this morning however.  This morning he let her stay for a while.  She assumed her position arms wrapped tight around my neck, her nose 2 cm.'s from mine, and this morning I was grateful..  Grateful she stayed for a bit to give and receive a little love and reassurance, with her little nose almost touching mine.

Good bye Sweet September!!

Our Indian summer came to a screeching halt as the calendar started to turn it's page.  Good bye Sweet September with all of your sun, and balmy temps, your gentle breezes, and whispered warnings of shorter days, and grey-er skies.  I'll miss your subtleties. The not so obvious gradual changes of color, the cooler mornings, the smell of chilly... Good bye.  In your final hours, the rain came down, the clouds descended, the jackets came out and the mountains peaks donned a lovely frost, as they peaked through the mist.  

I can't help but think that you are a transition Sweet September, a settling in, a preparation for things to come.

So as you leave I'll take your lessons September:   I'll settle in, life is changing, everyday is different.  Every stage brings it's challenge and it's promise of sweetness.  I'll settle in, say a fond good bye to what was, and embrace what is to come......