My beloved bug convertible, Paula, is a real California girl now! Her convertible top wasn't working when I got her back from repairs after that Tahoe rear-ended us last fall. I took her back to the body shop, but they said everything was ship-shape from their end. Today I finally got around to taking her to a VW dealership, and -- sure as the world -- the body shop had forgotten to reconnect the hydraulic motor to the sensors that drive it. It's too bad they didn't recognize the issue, but they're great folks who definitely did their best. And anyway, now the problem is solved and Paula is topless in the sunshine!
I'm headed to Malibu for the afternoon.
Like so many things I think, say and write these days, that's not a sentence I ever imagined uttering. But, bidden or unbidden, God is present. And I'm headed to Malibu.
All I can think is "thank you, thank you, thank you."