Not Everything Is Set In Concrete

I finally have my car back, which set my finances back over a thousand dollars with the upshot being that I am now legal in North Carolina. And, as a nice perk, my car is working beautifully. Since I have not had wheels of my own for nearly a week, I set out to run some errands this afternoon.

I figure this is both necessary and also a way to test my navigational skills, since mountain driving is seldom quite as direct as you might think. I took the back road to Clyde, but could not seem to retrace my same route coming home. I ended up back on I40 East, which is always a surefire way to relocate when lost. I saw many interesting things I need to go back and check out some day, but not tomorrow. Part of our living experience is sharing cars. Barbie needs to run errands tomorrow, so I can lend Bobby the car, or go pick him up tomorrow night, which might be fun.

Someone once told me that as long as you can always get home, you are okay. It has been good advice.

Other than that, I saw a hummingbird in the back yard this morning and bought an awesome set of magnetic sticks and ball bearings for Lennon to play with at my house. I hope he likes them. (Gramma is having a great time with them tonight.) I find myself slipping back into old routines for the first time in ages, planning to put new lights over the kitchen sink and table and even on both sides of the mirror in the bathroom. Concrete walls present all sorts of new problems, but not everything is set in concrete.