Like father, like son

My grand munchkin at 2 months old

and 5 months old.

And his father, at about that age.

I look for the similarities and wonder...don't all babies sort of look alike? Cute, round, bald.

My horse of a different color

I drive an orange Mustang.  Grabber Orange according to Ford. It isn't a color everybody likes...but it grabbed my fancy the minute I saw it.

It's a little more orange than it looks in the picture. I find myself trying to find things to describe the color...Dial soap, school bus, road stripe, macaroni & cheese. Unfortunately, everyone knows those things are yellow. My car is orange.

A few months back, another orange Mustang showed up in the parking garage where I work. We kept crossing paths until I discovered that not only did we work at the same place and the same hours, but we live in the same neighborhood. We often find ourselves parallel parked adjacent to each other. I have seen people stop and take a double look. I was asked today if we knew each other...not prior to our unusual choice of color.

I have heard positive and negative comments. Not that it matters, I still like it as much as the day I bought it. My horse of a different color. My ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. 

Still breathing, still life

I have had very little motivation to write. That's unusual for me. I usually write to declutter my mind. It has been very still. Not stagnant, just quiet. Not happy. Not sad. Just holding the line, I guess. Lots of stress at work. Anxiety reactions to strange things. I've spent a lot of time reading, a solitary pursuit that I enjoy...19 books in 9 weeks might border on obsessive though. For the first time ever, I think, I drank an entire bottle of wine...over three days. Not so bad, right? Warmer weather and sunshine had me feeling perky this afternoon but it slid away like sand through my fingers.I am still trying for my silver lining. I don't give up so easily. I just need to find my fun again.