New Business, Old Business

Well, it is early in the afternoon and I should be knee deep in a little cleaning project down in the barn. Our barn looks like your typical barn on the outside, but on the inside it has become a workshop, tool room, loft, garage and storage for an era of clothes and once valuables.

We started dragging out boxes out of the "storage" area yesterday. When we moved here, we had just gutted the house so we packed up everything "we didn't really need" at the time and it was all neatly boxed and placed in the barn under a tarp. That was 13 years ago. We now have a time capsule just waiting to be sorted through. So far, I have found very tiny jeans, old kitchen stuff, gadgets, letters from Mark when we were dating (oh, the longing we had then!), shoes.... what seems like one million pairs of shoes. My, but I was a snappy dresser. Black and white pumps. I shudder to consider what business attire I paired those with. Anyway, there are also boxes of neat things that I will enjoy sifting through.

I found some letters I wrote but never sent to a handful of people. Not sure what possessed me to lay out on paper what I could not say in words. The words have since been spoken and I am glad I never sent the letters. There might be a back-handed lesson in that somewhere - but moving on....

I found a juicer that has never been used, purses - oh the purses. All of my wedding plans. I served my entire wedding meal for under 800.00. I recall it was a good meal - but since watching Bridezilla I fear it might not have been as good as I recall? Hmm. And what happens to pots and pans that have been in storage? Each has a film of some goo that does not even bow down to a healthy squirt of Palmolive. I fear the wrath of Ms. Pam has settled into the core being - they must be thrown.

Mark is a magazine hoarder. This is something I never knew! We found boxes and boxes of magazines on everything from motorcycles and cars to lawn care. I had to swear on a stack of these that I would not throw them away this week in his absence. So far I know of only 2 obsessions my husband has been given - trees and now magazines. I think I should be thankful for this and his magazines are safe with me. I have a couple friends whose husbands take a shining to bellying up to the bar in their spare time. If I ever have to wonder where my husband has wandered off to, I am certain I can find him at the local nursery looking for a good tree to plant. I'll take it.

On to old business - the Redneck Prom was a success or so I understand from my neighbor! Mark drove by yesterday (Sunday) around 8:00 a.m. and there were still people there. They have new things to admire as you drive by, too. I did take a picture last week, but now I fear it is already out of date.

Here's a look at the Redneck Crossing:





Above: The approach and the full front. The yellow sign says "Men Working" but they must be in the shed. I never saw them. Below: Roadside invitation to the "REDNECK PROM".




These are from last week. Today I had cars behind me so I had to take in as much as I could gawk at going 45 mph. If I saw correctly and I think I did, they have since added a statue of a large brown dog sitting on a slab of concrete wearing a yellow cape. Super Dog. That's an intriguing twist. No doubt a prom guest brought this for the host. This warrants a closer look. Stay tuned for the developing story...