The first thing Suzanne said to me, with surprise, when she came downstairs this morning was, “You’re not wearing a bow tie!? ” I said, “I know I put one on, but I don’t see it anywhere.” Wood, camouflage-design Bow Tie o’ the Day is hiding from something. And I’m betting it’s trying to dodge the cold.
I had to be at physical therapy at 7:30 this morning. It’s a ten-minute drive to the clinic, but it took me 18 minutes just to clean off the car. It was 20 degrees outside. Even bow ties get frostbite at that temperature. I hate the cold. In case you weren’t clear on that, let me yell this: I HATE THE COLD! Today’s cold is so penetrating it has frozen my heart.
We have a two-car garage, but like everyone else I’ve ever known with a two-car garage, there’s only room for one car. There’s too much stuff nobody needs but nobody wants to get rid of taking up all the space. One vehicle can barely squeeze inside.
It’s only right that Suzanne’s car always gets the garage in winter, since she’s the one that has to be at a job at a certain time five days a week. It would be wrong for her to have to freeze in the cold, scraping her windows before heading to her office. I mean– when it gets right down to it, I freely admit my poetry does not come close to paying for the garage. Suzanne’s job does. Suzanne wins, as well she should.
Suzanne is convinced we will one day be able to fit two vehicles in the garage. I laugh at that thought. I live in reality. Suzanne usually lives in reality, but not on this issue. Between us, we have acquired 108 years of material stuff, most of which we don’t need but we don’t want to get rid of. And we’ll only acquire more things. That’s what people do, and everything can’t live in the house. Especially when the house is already full to the brim with sewing supplies and neckwear.
I keep trying to pare down. 😫