In some ways, almost by definition, owners of convertibles are optimists.
We belief that the weather’s going to be consistently good enough to justify the added expense for our vehicles’ ability to open up to the sky at will.
My optimism was tested today as I looked at the weather forecast for unabashed sunshine, while it also admitted it was also somehow currently raining:
I had to make a decision re: the top because I was about to head to the airport to pick up Adrian who’s watching Belle while I’m going (and hanging out for a few days afterward as well) because once you’re moving on the highway, you can’t reconsider without getting off.
And here was the sky situation I was dealing with at the time:
It’s VERY pretty but very ambiguous how it’s actually going to turn out.
Anyway, top down worked perfectly, and by the time we returned and I finished my two client calls it was the radiant day my phone had promised me all along.
Adrian and Belle and I drove up the coast to Stinson Beach, one of the most ridiculously beautiful drives EVER, returning for a light dinner at Plant, one show on the WB, and then an early bedtime for me since I have to get up at 4:30 for my flight to be a moderator for the National Science Writers’ Conference on Saturday.
Most importantly, I’m trying to trick Belle into thinking I’m not really going, by putting my luggage in the car the night before. That way, when I walk out the door, she’ll think I’m just stepping out for “a pack of smokes” or whatever flimsy excuse people use when they abandon their families.
Except, of course, I’ll be back on Sunday.
And I’m doing all of this –– EVERYTHING, in fact –– just to pay for her college education.
(I just don’t want her trading on her looks and charm forever, when there’s so much she has to offer.)
And thus, I will turn in now, and arise pre-dawn to bring home the bacon (literally and figuratively) for my little girl.
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