I like sitting in my car before work. Weird, perhaps, but it's nice there. It's the closest thing I have anymore to sitting on my swing or in my garage and thinking.
One of these years I'll have to get my swing fixed. It pisses me off that I haven't been able to get anyone to help me with it. I guess I'll have to tackle it myself, and probably manage to burn down my house in the process.
That would suck.
Another thing I've noticed is that I don't really want any distractions when I'm trying to sit and think. It's a little surprising, given the inordinate amount of time I spend glaring at my phone during those times, But I don't think that counts. I love the emails and the texts.
What I've noticed is that my time in my car is a lot more enjoyable if I leave my radio off. And, while I thought it was cool for a while to have Picklepie keeping me company in my garage, he ended up being just as much of a nuisance as a pleasure. I mean, I couldn't really do any serious navel-gazing if I had to stop and pet him every ten seconds.
I dunno. I'm feeling a little writey today.
Not sure what took me so long to find you, but I was thinking about beer today and remembered your blog. Glad you're still around.
Rachel (rebunting from journalspace)
posted by: Rachel | November 30, 2010 10:25 AM
I absolutely remember you. You were one of the nice ones. From Joizy, if I remember correctly.
posted by: dave | November 30, 2010 10:29 AM
Rock on - that's me, a nice one from Joizy. :) There aren't too many of us.
posted by: Rachel | November 30, 2010 10:32 AM