Posted tagged ‘GTO’

JUST SHOULDN’T BE

October 15, 2018

(So many things going wrong)

As the Morton Salt company used to say:

Morton Salt

It’s pouring now in the Spruce Tunnel.

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I don’t mean all the deaths —  our five close family members in the last eight years.

I don’t mean Hubbie’s car finally rusting sadly past repair:

Red car

And I don’t even mean the recent demise of my TV:

TV

“Put to death”  by our last lightning storm a week or two ago,  frying the remaining port.   (The TV works, the pixels are all there,  the sound is there —  there’s just no way to input any signal into the TV.)

No, it’s worse.  It’s this.   It’s something that is just so wrong …..

Son’s  beautiful gleaming black Pontiac GTO:

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“It was a dark and stormy night . . .”  Or at least dark and drizzly, slick roads.

Son is a good driver.  The young lady behind him was not.  She smashed into his left rear end going probably more than 80 m.p.h.  on the Interstate.

Thanks be to God that he didn’t spin out of control and roll over.

I love that car too.   It’s the most beautiful sports car anyone in our family has ever owned.   Many times when  it’s parked in my driveway I wash it.  I tell Son it’s to thank him for doing my heavy yard work,  but the truth is, I like to wash it and make it shine.

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I have a simple philosophy: 

This is something that “should be.”

 

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This is something that “shouldn’t be” –

GTO y 260

But it is.     “Should”  is our judgment call.    Our own opinion.

To paraphrase Yoda,  There is no “should,”  there is only “is.”

What “is”  is the substance of each day.    What “is”  is our task,  our challenge,  our joy,  our duty,   our sorrowing,  our work,  our purpose . . .  our life.

Sometimes life just pours out on us.

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TROPICAL STORM ALBERTO AND OTHER WET THINGS

June 2, 2018

I mentioned in the last post that Aberto was heading our way.     Tropical storm in the Far North!

We saw it coming down our street:

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First the dark clouds above the street;  then the clouds were across the street:

2 A,berto clouds across st 370

With the clouds came strong winds and big gusts of strong winds;   the air was saturated with moisture, a strange “foreign” kind of humidity.   The trees blew noisily, small things flew through the air.

And then the sheets of, rain!   We ran for cover.

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That’s rain in our yard,  not, fog!     We have big thunderstorms sometimes,  but this was different, somehow.   A “tropical”  flavor to this storm,   Rather fun.

The  storm passed, but left debris behind.  Those oak flowers we have to deal with:

6 little ones

Masses of these little stringy things come down this time of year,  and they must be swept up, forming many fluffy piles –

7 Big Pile

Ever sweep a 70-foot two-lane driveway?

They come from here:

8 Oak from above

Of course.   Oak trees right above the driveway.

But after our storm they can down wet and sticky.   Unfortunately we had left three cars out in the driveway and they plastered our cars with their “flowers.”  —

4 Plastered

And to my alarm,  after I washed them off,  they had left stains on the finish of my car:

5 stains

Little indentations like the stains were eating into the finish.    When I bought the car, however,  I had a layer of Teflon put over the paint job.

Tip for you:   Always get that Teflon coating!    (I’ve traveled a lot of strange places and I’ve parked under a lot of strange things, including birds.   the Teflon has definitely saved my paint job.)

Son’s car was one of the victims of these wet, sticky oak flowers.

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When something like this is parked in your driveway,  it’s a pleasure to wash it!

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I’m not sure if I was admiring my wash job or admiring  the car!

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That’s a (fairly)  new GTO.

Next to bright red cars, I like a gleaming black one.  So how did I end up with a powder blue shiny one?     I just thought it was very pretty.

Son and I did a lot of yard work this hot, humid week, and a lot more today.  We decided about 8:30 that it was time to eat . . .

9 Gas Leak

. . . and that was the sign on the door of the restaurant we had chosen.   Someone’s party had to be moved because of a GAS LEAK in the restaurant!

Well, we found another, all was well:    scallops drizzled with some smoky bourbon sauce  and   crab stuffed salmon.

It’s Friday, after all!

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