MY NEW FIT!

Isn’t she sweet? Meet Hissy. My 2008, Certified, Honda Fit Sport. Can you see me driving anything other than a Sport (of any kind)? She looks smaller than my Saturn (Celeste) but on the inside, she seems a lot roomier.

And she is a dream to drive. She would much rather be humming along an Interstate than a town or city street. She doesn’t like stop signs or lights...although she abides by the law.

I bought her at Hoffman Honda in West Simsbury, CT. There I met Nick Hanna (nickhanna@hoffmanauto.com), a great guy and salesman. From South Windsor to West Simsbury is a schlep and a half, but it was worth it. If you are looking for a new or used car, now you know where to go and who to ask for.

Below are some photos my daughter Kathy took to mark this special occasion.

Click on photos to enlarge...they're worth it!

I Christen thee, HISSY!

Not one to miss an opportunity to bond with my family of Hondas, I sit and read FITness magazine to Little Red (lawn mower), Big Red (snow blower) and Hissy. Kathy's Honda Ridgeline turned his back on us...not the least bit interested in joining our group.

Always the teacher, I wait for the class to quiet down before I begin a brief lecture.

Jessica’s New Apartment

Unfortunately I forgot my camera. Oh, well.

On Saturday I went down to New London to visit my granddaughter, Jessica, in her new apartment. She and her pet bunny, SNAFU, are having a good time…especially SNAFU. The bunny recently escaped from her cage and spent an entire day chewing on everything in sight. That will never happen again.

Jess and I cooked together, and after lunch went to scope out downtown New London. Our mission was to find the library. Mission accomplished! We went down to the water front where the ferry boats are docked. Saw where the Nathan Hale school used to be and where they moved it to. I think the last time I was in New London, I was in college and a bunch of us went down hoping the fleet was in. It wasn't.

Met a nice New London policeman who pulled me over to inform me I had stopped... then proceeded...through a red light (with him right behind me). Huh? I thought I stopped for a stop sign. He didn’t ticket me. Just shook his head in response to the vacant (rather stupid?) look on my face. I really didn’t see any light. Jess didn't see the light either. I knew the cop was right behind me though. I’m not stupid enough to deliberately run a red light with a cop on my tail.

It’s a long schlep from South Windsor to New London, but I’d like to go down again in the spring. There’s a café called Bean and Leaf that hosts open mic poetry every Sunday and Thursday.

And I got royally lost trying to leave the city. Next time I’ll Google reverse directions too! ☺