JOAN MIRO AND MY CAR

There it sits. Outside. Wondering what happened to the warmth of the garage. Sometimes way too warm.

You can see it looking for me to provide shelter for it. I even take care to park it in a parking garage when we leave it at the airport. But not today. That is, no protection. Not for over one week.

And it sits. Exposed to the elements of the sun, illustrated by the arrow pointing to it. Joan wasn't that artistic after all. Just behind my car was a rainbow left after our deluge last weekend.

The other arrow, again provided by Ms. Miro for the sake of easier explanation, points to its only exit to the street. Which it prefers rather than sitting in a driveway.

But it won't be long, Lex. I'm sitting at the computer waiting for Cactus Garage Door fixers to adhere that spring to the garage door that went bust over Thanksgiving. As usual with our house, nothing is standard. Not the plumbing, not even the door handles and hinges on cabinet doors. And things break out West. Too early and too often.

Thank goodness for home warranty companies. My contract with American First or First American, I never can remember the order, just that I call them a lot, is about to expire. But I won't let it. At least until my car gets back into its comfort zone.