A Thank you... to the girl in the red car

Here it is, my first blog. Why did it take me this long, you might ask. Over the years, and yes, I mean YEARS, people have said to me "You should write a book." Each time someone said it, I would laugh it off and change the subject. I never thought my writing was that good, nor did I think my stories were that interesting, but.....one day, there she was, the girl in the red car and I knew I had to start writing.

The girl in the red car

I was heading for the post office on a sunny summer morning. The light ahead was red and I pulled up behind a red car to wait for the light to turn green. When the light turned green and we started to cross the highway overpass I noticed the person in the car in front of me raise both of their hands to their head. Going down the road at 35 mph, I watched in amazement as the girl (I learned this later as I passed her) began to brush her hair. I am not talking about a quick brush through. I am talking about LONG HAIR..brushing through it, head swishing from side to side, flicking it, brushing it..all the while heading down the road AT 35 MPH!!!!! Not only that, we had gone through two more stop lights and were now heading down, straight down a very steep hill. What the heck??? What was this girl thinking? I am sure my mouth was wide open and perhaps even a few cuss words were flying out as I observed this hair brushing extravaganza.

So, thank you girl in the red car. Thank you for bringing me to this place in my life where I can feel free to express all the amazing, astounding, confusing, frustrating and ridiculous things that I observe here and there as I go about my daily life.