Schroeder

I find that I have a need to name things, anything I've put my own money into, or anything that I spend a lot of time with, as if they were real and actually loved me back. The first car I drove at home I named Molly. My laptop I named Patty. The scoliosis back brace I had to wear for a year and a half I named Dorothy. So many girls.

And then I decided that my car needed to be a boy. I need a man in my life. One that can protect a single girl as she commutes up to Sandy and back everyday. We're gonna go through a lot together, I can feel it. Lots of time, lots of early early mornings, rainstorms, venting sessions, singing lessons.

So I have named my car Schroeder. Just like the boy who plays the piano on Peanuts. It just seemed to fit after driving him all week. We go places. Like rehearsal. Every night. I'm SO protective over him! The nights I have to park him on the street because the lots are full, I worry about him all night long! And then I drive him back to a safe parking lot space in the morning! With all the love you can have for an innatimate object, I love my car!