It’s 18 degrees outside, but nothing is stopping me from breaking down the lights and calling the holiday season. There is a point at which a mere glance at ANY decoration still standing makes me itchy. Metaphorically speaking.
I love Christmas and all the beauty it brings, but seriously. Suddenly, those piles of extra things, half opened boxes, books, shoes lying around the house are my worst enemy.
And I just want my mantle back. Clean, almost bare. It’s the whole New Year thing. A fresh start. Nothing excluded.
I’m like a maniac, leaving no stone unturned. Reduce, reuse, recycle. Yes, yes and yes!
It’s going to be bone-chilling cold for the next 7 days in North Carolina. That means we will not see 40 degrees AT ALL. That’s what those newscasters are telling us. MIGHT get snow, so our lovelies are being released early from school today. They’ll be here in less than two hours. Can’t waste it. I’m heading to the living room, wiping down my mantle, pouring myself a cup of tea and sitting my tush on the couch with a book for the next hour. And maybe I’ll grab a 20 minute nap before the first one says “I’m hungry.”
The blue truck is still around! It’s been a year since I posted “Blue Truck Spotting” on my blog. I’d give anything to have a truck like this. It’s a classic.
I love the roundness of it. The colors: blue, gray and rust. How about that tire? You never see a tire on the side of a truck anymore.
Instant flashbacks of Clint Eastwood driving away from Meryl Streep in the rain from “Bridges over Madison County. ” This time, I spotted it in the CVS parking lot in Cary, NC. Just so happens I was heading inside. With my teenage daughter. So I had to show restraint.
I scoured every aisle. Someone in the store had to be the owner. I was like a S.W.A.T team commando. “Come out, come out, wherever you are…!” No luck. I thought about asking the cashier to make an announcement, but my better judgement dismissed that brilliant plan. My daughter shot me a look. “Mom, can you help me find white eyeliner?” Back to reality…
By the time I returned the parking lot, it was gone.
It’s not like it’s Clint Eastwood’s actual truck from the movie, Bridges of Madison County, but it evokes the same yearning and sadness. Who can forget Clint driving away in the rain?
Just in case you have or don’t know what I’m talking about…