A. Russo – More than the sum of my parts.




I knew it was too good to be true. I bought my car almost exactly two years ago and it’s been in pristine shape since I got it. I wash it and polish it regularly (or I get lazy and pay people to do so for me). I wipe down the inside on a daily basis. I’m a little overprotective of it, okay??

Now that daylight saving time is over and the sun is setting earlier it gets darker at the barn. Yes? Logical.

The parking lot got quite full tonight, and when that happens some people apparently park their big fat freaking Tahoe on the opposite side of the (very small) lot where there isn’t actually any marked parking.

Their black Tahoe.

Under a tree.

In the dark.

And now I have proven to myself that yes, even with a back-up cam it is entirely possible to miss the big fat freaking Tahoe when it’s parked almost directly behind you under a freaking tree in the freaking dark.


Now granted, I was only rolling backwards very slowly but since I didn’t see the dang Tahoe I didn’t apply any brakes. Damage to Tahoe, a few miniscule scrapes on the bumper the owner said she doesn’t care about. Damage to VW Passat, minimal but will still require the bumper to be replaced as the metal is slightly buckled.



At least she had the good grace to apologize for leaving her big stupid truck where pretty much ANYONE would have bumped it. I just had the rotten luck to be the first one to do so. Generally if the parking lot fills up at the barn, we pull into the field across the way and park BEHIND the big trees just for that reason.

Oh well. Nothing I can do about it now. This is sort of a Murphy’s law thing for me… it’s written in stone somewhere. Or, in crappy COBOL:





I shoulda hit her harder, if I’m gonna have to have my bumper replaced anyway. *grumble*


Wednesday Inspiration

Okay, so every day I’m trying to find some new inspiration somewhere. From something. Or, y’know, someone. A lot of my inspiration comes from nature, and I’m pretty convinced my muse is some sort of nature sprite.

This morning, inspiration happened in the form of a spider web. So, interesting Arin tidbit – I am deathly afraid of anything with more than four legs. Extra afraid if said thing happens to be chitinous.

Not three legs.

Not zero legs.








There’s a little morning code for you (see, I totally write code at work).

And yes, I’m also afraid of lobsters and crabs. The verdict is still out on octopi and squid, because those are really tentacles. Not creepy so much as squishy.

Aaaaaaaaanyway, I walked out of my house to find an orb-weaver spider had built a nice big web in the rose bush out front and attached it to the porch roof. It was all pretty and dewy and the morning sun hit it just right, so it was all sparkly. The little spider seemed pretty proud of herself, sitting right in the middle of it.

Naturally, I gave the entire affair a ten-foot berth. That doesn’t mean I didn’t find it gorgeous. I just opted to admire it from a distance. I’ve been thinking all day about how pretty it was, actually, so that’s become this morning’s inspirational ‘thing’ and now there’s going to have to be some reference to a spider web when I write tonight. Or at least, I’ll attempt to write something that makes me feel the same way the web did – a little awestruck, a little frightened, a lot impressed.

It was such a tiny little thing, really, just one bitty little spider web that will probably be gone in a day or two, but sometimes the tiniest things have the greatest impact!


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