get in the car

I heard today’s post title as a suggestion long ago, before my mother passed away in 2005. There’s been a metaphorical quality for me since that Saturday morning I first heard it. “Get in the car,” come all the way in and sit all the way down. Commit entirely to this most important thing. And this one. And this one.

This morning getting in the car means finding a way to have repaired a broken credit card. And offering two “For sales.” One, nearly all of my art supplies. The other, nearly all of my paintings at giveaway prices. These are most important.

If I’m getting in the car I’m for sure needing gas money.