It's the Cops

Saturday morning I awoke to the persistent sort of knock on my front door that only police deliver. I pulled on whatever was at the top of the pile and ran down the stairs in a haze to in find one police woman shivering and pounding on my front door.  The city snow plow hit my car.  Broke the break light and then put a hefty gouge all the way up the length of the poor old Grand Marquis Mark. It still drives, but the window doesn't roll up or down at all now and it looks like hell. I'm hoping the city will send me a nice check in the amount of enough for a newer cruddy old car but this one with heated seats and blue tooth and front wheel drive.  Maybe even something that will fit in small spaces and not use much gasoline.

Thankfulness

I've had some days of frustration lately and I started to make a list of things that went wrong.  It was a good icky list but then I decided that was the wrong direction.  Now it's time for a list of lovely things and things I love.

Grilled Cheeses
People who buy art
Citrus smelling stuff
Cardio until my lungs hurt
People who make great art
Food cooked for me by other people
Dancing
Healthy kids
Heated car seats
Watching Broad City
Unexpected checks in the mail
Finding jeans that fit
Sitting right in front of the heater
Sleeping in
Foot rubs
Binge watching Madmen
Money
This song