Happy Hallowe'en!!!

Zorro & Little Red Riding hood...all grown up...in Iceland

Summer if officially over

Some go by the change in weather. Others, the end of daylight savings time. A few (meteorologists and calandar-authors among them) may use the actual hours of sunlight and darkness to harken the change in seasons.

Me? I go by my closet.

I finally moved all my skimpy summer dresses and skirts to a cardboard box and pulled out the wool turtlenecks, the fuzzy warm sweaters and the penguin pyjamas. I've come to realize that while my closet is of adequate size to house my summer wear, it gets a bit crowded when the winter-garb comes out. This may be because 1) my summer clothes are skimpy 2) my winter sweaters are bulky or 3) while much of my summer attire - in sufficient quantities - my be worn in winter, the reverse is not true.

I think I need skimpier wool clothes.

Is anyone out there?

So, out of curiosity, does anyone still read my blog? If so...then, wow! Considering the large dry spans in between updates, I'm impressed you haven't forgotten me. Or maybe I'm just intriguing: infrequent episodes, but you just can't wait for the next installment?

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Right...so you're just bored then. Got it.

Anyhoo...if you're still here, post a comment and let me know I'm not talking to myself. Not that I don't do that anyway.

Car-riffic

Somebody already dinged my door! 6 days, I've owned that car. 6!!!

So here I am Saturday morning, needing to park downtown. Iffy about parkades in the first place, I park in the least busy area...next to something that looked expensive enough that they'd be careful. Unfortunately, someone else parked on passanger side.

I knew the first ding would hurt. But I hoping to at least have it a week before the first one.

Oh well.

So about my car: it's a brand-new Chevy Optra in Khaki green. I deicded that I had finally put off looking long enough, so me and Dad went out last weekend to the Richmond Auto Mall to have a look-see, just to see what's out there. I was a little afraid of the salesmen (the Nissan one was the worst! Smooz-o-rama! First...I don't believe you actually *like* BBQ'd sardines. Second, I do not believe you actually thought I was 19).

On the way home we stopped at a dealership near my house to see if they had anything different. Salesman shows me some cars, then off-handedly mentions this '04 in the corner. I look, not bad. Then he opens it, I look inside. I take a test drive. And I come back and put an offer in the next morning. :) Other than the Nissan man, a fairly painless experience all around.

The dude I ended up buying from was polar opposite to Nissan-man...I had to ask him twice for his card, and he suggested I offer *really* low, since the manager was likely to take anything. Mayhap he's not on commission? Or maybe it's the laid-back Portuguese attitude (which I figured out looking at his finally-handed-over card, and seeing my own last name). Well, whatever his strategy, it seems to work. I saw him close 3 or 4 deals.

So now I have a car. With a small paint-ding in the passanger door :(

I will load a photo as soon as I get around to taking one!