As you know, I’m dealing with broken bones. The simple things are not so simple. Much like dressing a toddler, getting ready for my day is such a feat. I may go with a button unbuttoned, my hair might not be where I want it, and there’s a chance I may not be wearing shoes. My tennis shoes were double-knotted this morning. Is this some kind of sick joke? I was going to send out an SOS. "Is there anyone that could help me get my shoes untied and retied?"

I haven’t driven a new vehicle in over 20 years. So why’s this a big deal? My youngest son has left for college, making it three kids out of the nest. I’m down to the caboose child. She’s in 7^th grade, so thankfully the nest is not completely empty.

So, last weekend we set out to buy a new car, not a suv. Mind you, I’ve been driving gas guzzling tanks for as long as I can remember. The idea of a car was foreign, out of my comfort zone. Not wanting to accept my nest is emptying and life was changing. More difficult, as I’ve always been a stay at home. ~ I’m still home, but as a writer.

 

 

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