Poor.

Today I am going to see how my medallions move.  I haven’t moved the car since Sunday before Day 53, and Matt says he needs to give his truck a rest.  Today we decided a portable ac would help this summer that descended upon us earlier.  We are not summer people. 

Matt loves his truck, and I always remind him: I found your truck.  I searched diligently for a gently used Toyota Tacoma, and I found one with the right fit in our hometown at the Atzenhoffer dealership.  I like Atzenhoffer’s marketing.  On a Victoria billboard, Atzenhoffer replaced Chevrolet with Atzenhoffer.  Same difference to me. Atzenhoffer is a Chevrolet dealership.  

I remember when Dad didn’t have a Ford truck.  The Chevrolet was a Cheyenne model in emerald green, and he even let Amanda drive with a trailer in tow.  Amanda helped Dad break his truck in.  I think the hurt of a dent is helped by the love for the person who made the dent.  Matt dropped a ladder on the first car I ever bought with my first job out of college.  

I know this because I loved the ladder dent Matt made better than the dent I put in my trunk from backing into a SUV parked behind me against a fire lane.  That evening was my last shift of kennel duty as a Second Year leader.  I had to accept I made the dent as the First Years leader.  I take everything seriously.  I did not even get insurance information.  I was wiped out solidly by the work of the week, the First Year was wiped out solidly by being my team member, and I just wanted to get home.  We were complimented on the care we took of our animals in our week’s care.  

I took such great care of the interior of my first car, the dealer gave us what we had hoped when we traded my Honda in for the next vehicle that would help us afford Matt’s truck three years later.  

I am two mysteries into this morning’s Rosary episode, and I got a little bit closer to understanding.  I am trying to understand the question: 

What is poverty of spirit? 

I am getting closer to my understanding, I feel it. 

Jill says, 

“We pray for poverty of spirit or detachment.” 

A guest episodes past was speaking, and she said something that resonated.  I do not remember what. I just remember the articulation of her feeling was in response to reading works of St John of the Cross.  So I bought the book she recommended to see where she was coming from.  I am reading this book at the speed of reading each page at least 7 times, one page every three months.  St. John of the Cross writes about the concept of detachment, and if I am understanding the depth of his works in the book, The Science of the Cross, correctly, his work is translated by an O.C.D, I don’t know what an O.C.D. is, who translated her work from a nun who had translated his work.  My bookmark is a highlighter, I am that far into the read.  The pages are still very much the color of book pages.  I can have fun putting a textbook into an outline with a multi-color box of highlighters, one reason I never tried reselling my books.  

See I took this photo within the same half hour I rated my hair a 6.8.  But this is the moment where my hair’s 6.8 wave look came from.  A moment of 8.3, 9.2 if I’m being gentle on myself about the late night work I gave that style. The only suggestion I took from girls who’ve done this before is take pictures to keep you encouraged.  I knew my hair would go for that, so I have. 

(11:04p The medallions are pretty still.  Matt was driving, so the gravity they defy is there but subtle.  I hooked the garage opener I found in the kitchen deskette drawer to my old craft.  The craft was a fun oil diffuser that I really only used a handful of times for the purpose I intended.

Matt and I still tell each other we cannot believe I almost threw the keychain remote garage door opener away, we are that thankful we have a garage that opens and closes at a click in the car.  We hadn’t had a garage that did that since 2008.) 

(July 7, 2022 The cool movement the medallion makes in my driving ways is, the pair shift, one in front of the other.  

I recommend Outdoor Research sun protection gloves.  I got them for myself when I was dogwalking.  Someone told me when I had just started walking, “You’re a dogwalker?  You’ll get an incredible tan!” I have to say my sisters and I tan richly, and while it is enticing, I cannot help but remember a tan is fleeting.  My mom emphasized the importance of sun protection pretty early on.  I use the gloves when I am driving.  I drive at 10 and 2 carelessly now.)