Monday is still a Monday

I read a while back about a study that gave quantitative evidence that Mondays are no worse than any other day, which produced 2 reactions. 1) And you think that changes anything about how anyone feels about a Monday? 2) How are these people getting money for these studies, because I need in on this market!

Anyway, today was a Monday, and it was just such a Monday! Not because it was horrible or bad things happened. Just because it was Monday. Even if it had been a Thursday or Friday, everything about the day was Monday-ish, possibly with a little hint of Wednesday to it.

Poor Mondays. It's not their fault really, they can't help being the first day of the work week. But would it hurt them to add just a little bit of personality to life?

Why I am against self-driving cars

This weekend was my one glorious weekend of the month when I had a car. I always look forward to this weekend. So many things I can do, and so easily and efficiently! Freedom! Independence! The joy of the wind blowing through my hair--wait, what? No. No wind in the hair. Scratch that.

This month, I rented a Toyota Prius. Not by choice--that is what they offered. It's an odd car. It has a park button. And a weird gear shift. I don't even know how to describe it. Basically, the shifter (name of this thing, anyone?) always pops back to start after you switch positions. It's more like a joystick than a gearshift, is the best I can describe it. And that's not even really accurate.

Which is completely irrelevant to anything, but odd, and therefore, it must be mentioned.

The Joystick Gearshift

Anyway, most weekends that I rent a car, I run errands, visit family, and try to get stuff done. But there is one thing I always wish I could do: drive. 

I know, I know, I'm driving to do all that other stuff. But somehow, there is just never enough driving in the weekend. I mean, apart from the fact that I paid for the car and feel like I should make the most of it, rather than have it sit in the parking lot for 70 of the 72 hours I have it, I just miss driving. Really miss it. Really really REALLY miss it. (Okay, maybe that is a slight overstatement, but only by one or two capital letters). So, tonight, I just drove. I was going to just head home, and then I thought, "I've paid for this gas, I'm going to use it up." (Do you know how long it takes to use up gas in a hybrid car? A lot of miles, that's for sure!). So I just kept on going, and I drove and drove and drove and drove, for almost an hour. Not to anywhere in particular, just driving to drive. Following roads until they ended, then picking up a new one, on and on. It was beautiful. The driving that is. It was dark outside, so the scenery didn't come into the picture.

And that, friends, is why I oppose self-driving vehicles. It has nothing to do with anything else, really (although, of course I try to come up with logical arguments to save face). The reality is I don't want a car that drives itself. I  want to drive the car. I've done the bus thing, I know what it's like to just be a passenger in a vehicle that requires no input on my part. It's not all it's cracked up to be. It's incredibly dull, really. And it is not the same experience as driving a vehicle at all. It really isn't. 

So, yeah, I know that these self-driving cars are supposed to be safer, and can do all this cool stuff, and everybody is jumping on the bandwagon. And maybe I'm a dinosaur. But I'll pass on the self-driving car. Give me the wheel any day.

Roar.

This post was brought to you by:

The gang at Enterprise Rent-a-Car (including Ron and Alvin)

Toyota and its odd Prius

Hybridization

Huron River Drive

Grove Street

The Piano Guys (great driving music!)

Key fobs

and the internets

Lesser of two evils

I've had a pair of pants that I've needed to re-hem since I can't even remember. February? January? And then I got a new pair that also needed hemmed, a couple of weeks ago. And I've meant and meant to hem them.

So, yesterday I was down to no dress pants to wear. And apparently, when it is a decision between laundry and hemming, I'd rather hem. Both pairs are now hemmed, and I don't have to do laundry until tomorrow.

Head, shoulders, knees and toes

That is probably an extremely misleading post title. But it happens. (Sometimes, relevance gets sacrificed for the sake of wit).

Last week, I went grocery shopping and got caught in the rain. And the bus was late, so I decided to start walking to the connecting bus, instead of waiting (good plan, I might add--I passed the buses on the way to the end stop and I was almost to my connection. Yes, buses. Plural. The one that was late and the next one). But, it's impossible to carry groceries and hold an umbrella when groceries = more than one bag/one hand's worth of bags. So, I got wet.

Now, I have weird hair. It wants to be curly, but on its own, just gets these goofy waves. So I usually straighten it. Sometimes, I try to do it curly, but then it has all that mousse and stuff in it , and no one wants to touch moussy hair.

But, when I get rained on, my hair curls beautifully. Just the way I wish it would do on its own. But I've never been able to get it to do it without walking in the rain. Just nice, curl-waves that behave themselves. It is a strange phenomenon that I can't explain, but my hair has my personality, I guess. I too enjoy walking in the rain.

The other day, I bought a maxi skirt. I used to hate short skirts, but in recent years have been buying more of the knee-lengthish ones. I do have some longer ones, but none that long. (Okay, one. From high school. That has to be ironed. Ironed! It doesn't get ironed.) Um, I LOVED wearing that skirt today. It was comfortable. It was cool. It was long enough to keep my legs covered in the cold chapel. It was flowy and drapey and wonderful. I am restraining myself from buying 5 more. (I don't need five more. Maybe one more, though.)

I have this pair of sandals that I wore with it. I also adore these sandals. They are gladiator sandals, leather, and they have molded to my feet. And they are so comfortable. (Not if you are walking miles in them, but otherwise, yes). I get home and I don't want to take them off. I love the design and the fit. I am sad when summer ends and I can't wear them anymore. Because they are wonderful.

That's all for now from my fashion corner. If you have fashion questions, definitely talk to someone else.