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Susie, The Little Blue Coupe (1952)

I remember watching Susie, The Little Blue Coupe when I was a very young girl. Was I animistic? Absolutely. My parents brought our old Pontiac (with tail fins!) to a dealership and traded it for a new Buick. I went outside while they were signing, and I sobbed as I hugged and kissed our old car. Now I'm contemplating trading our current Bronco for a Trailblazer. I just can't handle the split pedals and too numerous recalls. I will feel bad when I trade Buster in. I'll miss him. And I'll pause a moment to hug him and to thank him for getting me everywhere I needed to go.
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Difficult Holidays! Yay!

 


I have washed the floors! I have put away shit! I have striped the last Autumn decoration from its roost, wrapped it in paper, and put it in a box! It's Christmas Time! 

I saw my therapist today! The holidays are difficult! Yay, difficult holidays!

B and I talked about Thanksgiving. It was a rough one this year (I made turkey and munched on a leg one while watching Christmas specials with the dogs). But we spent the rest of the appointment laughing about politics, work, weird people... I've been going to him over a decade and a half; Dude is my brother, at this point. The therapy is humorously reciprocal at times, and I don't mind being a sounding board.

I drove to Pittsburgh after that; The VA still hadn't sent Jeff's insulin. It took two hours due to traffic, but they had the stuff ready by time I got there. And now I'm home, and Jeff brought some Christmas boxes from the basement while I was gone.

Before I forget, today was Cracker Jack's first snowball! It was ice melted together by my warm hands, but he liked it. Hershey stared at me with this, "Is that the best you can do?" face.

I'm hoping we actually get snow tomorrow. Y'know, now that I've washed all the floors.









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