Friday, July 25, 2014
This week has been a very emotional week. We said good-bye to a dear friend, our 2004 Subaru Impreza. I honestly thought we would keep this car forever. It had become a trusted member of the family. We had the Subaru, "Subie" as we lovingly named it, for over 11 years. It was the first car our oldest son drove when he got his license in Virginia. We had decided it would become the "kid" car, seeing each one of our four kiddos through their early driving years. Our youngest graduated high school in June, and will be going off to college next month, and it really made no sense to keep four cars around as my husband and I become empty-nesters.
Monday, July 7, 2014
I've taken a break from creating from pallets because I stumbled upon a stack of great salvaged fence boards at our local lumber yard. I love these because they are a bit wider than a board from a recycled pallet. Don't get me wrong, I still love working with pallets, but I thought a shift from my usual source of recycled lumber may be fun.
Sunday, July 6, 2014
I Love the DMV
It seems that with modern technology and all it can do for us, we have been able to move on from the regular mundane tasks that we used to consider a way of life. One of those tasks for me was the annual trip to the DMV. But now, with online registration and electronic submittal of smog certifications, there really isn't a need to actually go stand in line any longer...or so I thought. Yesterday, I spent four hours either standing in line or sitting on the sidewalk saving my place beside someone who is probably the most interesting person I've ever come in contact with. She definitely ranks in my top five.
This post isn't really about the DMV or why I had to take half my day to go there, nor is it about the person I met and her reason for being there. We both had out of the ordinary situations; I realize now how lucky I am to have had a reason to be there. This post is a reminder that we never know what, or who, may be put in our paths. We can only be so lucky that it may be someone or something that speaks to us on a level we never knew was there.