off on a sleepover!

Not me, silly one.

That would be my little Saturn.

We were supposed to go to Pooler today.

Instead, she disengaged the gear shift as soon as we hit the street.

I had to push her to the curb to keep from blocking passage.

Fortunately, I was at home and had computer access.

Danny Beam lightened my mood with this theatre reference on fb.

"I just wish my life had background music so I could at least know if I'm in a drama, a comedy, or a horror show."

That meme was credited to a guitarist from 1823.

Such a sweet, sad, face. 

There aslant from the curb my Saturn remained for three hours. 

Field Maintenance Company answered the call from Allstate right away, but it was a busy day for them.

The young man was just as nice as could be, though, even giving me a lift.

I was a bit dejected by that time, missing Barbara, as she and I helped each other with car issues.

That's why this fb post from Andy Pena resonated with me.

"Therapist: So how depressed would you say you've been feeling lately?

Patient: I don't car anymore if my foot hands over the bed where a monster can get it."

I totally understood. 

Now, my dear Saturn is spending the night at Rincon Transmission, chosen in part because they are a member of the Better Business Bureau.

That organization has a lot of credibility with me.

Michelle, a kind-hearted soul at the front desk, assured me that they would take good care of her.

I had such plans for today, ending with the free fall concert by the SAA orchestra.

After Tony picked me up and brought me home, I had a good cry, intending to follow these words from Hallie Allgood.

"Latibulate" - a 17th century verb meaning to hide oneself in a corner to escape reality or until the situation improves.

An old-fashioned pity party certainly seemed to be in order.

Instead, I called great-niece Chloe and sang "Happy Birthday" to her and we talked a while before her soccer practice.

She's such a sweet 7-year-old now!

Then I called stepmom Bonnie and sang "Happy Birthday" to her.

She and Chloe both had their special days yesterday, and neither one minded one whit that I had extended their celebrations.

Bonnie and I talked on the phone for over an hour!!!

Trust me, neither of us spend that much time on the phone on a regular basis, so this had been a special treat for both of us!

And now?

Now I feel much better, having spoken with my favorite 7-year-old and my favorite 77-year-old.

I'll watch a bit of "Elsbeth" in a while, and that will brighten my spirits, too - such a gypsy she is with her almost garishly-hued clothes and totes!

i thank You, God, for choices.