But I rarely have a day where it’s so bad that I can’t laugh at something.
Last night, I had a really bizarre dream. it was totally out there, unrelated to anything I had done all day yesterday. I remembered it this morning, which is not common for me. My mind remembered every detail. I can’t say much about this dream because it was really over the top, but I am still laughing about it, and adding my real time commentary as I think about it out loud.
I can find humor in almost anything. It’s one of my coping mechanisms, and I developed it early. It truly is a lifesaver.
Today is international mermaid day. To celebrate, here is my offering. Mermaid hair, don’t care. I also have mermaid leggings, but I think that’s paradoxical to what mermaids are all about. You know, the fishtail and everything. Also, if there are any Mermen out there, I’m not sure when your holiday is, but you’re welcome to celebrate today. 🧜🏻♀️🧜🏻♂️
I dropped off Koko at the body shop this morning. I waited for the Enterprise guy to come pick me up. He shows up in a long, black coat and ushers me out to a waiting Buick Enclave. He opens the rear passenger door and I very ungraciously get into the luxury vehicle. I feel like paparazzi are going to appear from behind the various cars in the lot waiting to be repaired. (I will not discuss how far away I had to park from the building, and I hope that Koko is safe out there.)
So I’m sitting like a child in a large chair in the back of the Buick, sliding around on the leather seats on the turns and the guy tells me that they have reserved an Audi Q3 for me.
If I hadn’t already been sitting down, I would have fallen down. I have a Honda. I’ve only had mid-range cars. Ever. Even rentals that I’ve had before have been Toyotas or something similar. My first thought was this rental is going to cost me a fortune. My second thought was this rental is going to cost me a fortune.
When we got back to Enterprise, and I saw the car, well…
I filled out the appropriate paperwork, etc. and we did the standard walk around the vehicle. Then the guy told me to get in the car – and that’s when technology hit me in the face. It took me 10 minutes to figure out how to adjust the side mirror. It took another five to figure out how to turn on the radio and adjust the volume. I realized I was driving one of “those cars” that the engine turns off when it is stopped. It is very annoying to hear on other cars, and it is still annoying when you’re driving one. It sounds like the transmission is about to fall out, which is never a good sound to me. I don’t know how it saves money on gas, either, but whatever.
As I neared home, I didn’t really want to stop driving the Audi. I was thinking of names for her while I have her for two weeks. I backed into my driveway per usual, and though it was not my best effort, it’s OK – there are six cameras on the thing to let you know where you’ve gone wrong. I got out, walked around her and decided what her name is.
If your goal is to wake each morning, crack open Jetpack and smile to yourself, knowing this day is going to be wonderful because of the insightful prompt…
I’m finally taking my car to the body shop to get her bumper replaced Tuesday. She’ll be in there for at least two weeks. I was wondering what kind of tank they’re going to give me at the car rental place, and I was thinking about my car’s name. She was given this name on the day. I drove her off the lot. It didn’t come to me immediately, I had to study her and drive her to know that she is a refined vehicle that sits high and proud and has a smooth ride that purrs. Her name is Victoria and her nickname is Koko. Yes, she has a nickname. I only use her full name when she is driving sluggishly and I need her to get the lead out (ha!).
Some of you might think I’m strange, but yes, I routinely name my cars. My car before this one was a black Mazda2, and her name was Buttercup. She was a spitfire. She liked to race sport cars, and win. She liked to take turns real tight, almost obnoxiously so. She was afraid of no one. She wasn’t named after the weed known as buttercup, she was named after the toughest Power Puff Girl. I still miss that car.
My naming of cars goes back to my mother who started the habit. She named her first car Happy. She had many cars over the years, and I can remember a few of their names.
The raspberry red Dodge something-or-other was named Bob, i.e. Bucket of Bolts. Bob didn’t have a long life with Mom. He was a lemon, despite his beautiful raspberry color. Her Toyota Echo was named Sassy, and her final car, a Toyota Corolla, was named Darwin.
Does anyone else name their cars? If you do, let me know their names in the comments!
Sleep has eluded me for several months now. I think it’s avoiding me. Are we on a break? Is Sleep cheating on me? Now that I think of it, I’m awake in the middle of the night – where is Sleep? Not with me. Not in the hallway, Not even in the house. Very suspicious indeed…
I don’t know if I can answer this prompt with one word. I’ve been told I’m a lot of things: quirky, eccentric, dynamic, hilarious, moody, feisty, sassy, a hot mess, frustrating, incomprehensible, silly, kind (this is my favorite one), grumpy, mouthy, talk back-y, really weird, stubborn, headstrong, indefatigable (not always true), tenacious, ridiculous, goofy.
I couldn’t do it in just one word. I knew I wouldn’t be able to.
“It's Amy,” I said. 