Trucks, Castles and Memory Lane
::much applause and whistling and hooting::
Congratulations! That convo and many others weirder yet took place in the 1974 movie Young Frankenstein - a movie I never saw until I met JustPat several years ago and she weirded me out by ominously telling me to "Stay close to the candles, the stairs can be treacherous." the first time she gave me a tour of her house. I had no idea what she was talking about since she wasn't carrying any candles, and the stairs were not at all treacherous. That very next New Year's Day I was introduced to the movie and I've never been the same.
(see previous post if you are lost right now)
In other news, there is no new baby news. I'm still here and still very round and in fact sittin on my big purple exercise ball right now, easing the pressure on my back and pelvic area. It's just the right height for working at this particular desk, so that's really cool.
Last night I lay in my bed, not sleeping, listening to Mocha kitty rumble contentedly while leaning her big belly against my big belly.
I heard a truck drive by that sounded just like my dad's old truck. OLD truck. I think it was a Ford. Turquoise colored. I dont know what year it was, I'd have to ask my mom. It had that old engine sound that super old trucks make. I can't describe it very well because I'm not knowledgeable about engines but when I heard that engine last night I also could smell Dad's truck. Like I was in it. Ancient vinyl, musty seat stuffing, rusty metal, grease and engine grime smell, motor oil, catalytic converter-less exhaust, earth, and hard working Dad. I used to peel away the rubber mat on the floor and watch the road whiz by underneath because the floor had holes rusted through in places. I thought that was very entertaining. And it was a manual transmission, of course - that sometimes didn't want to cooperate without a hearty bout of double clutching and creative cursing and swearing from the driver. I remember what the door sounded like when it slammed. And how cool I felt putting my foot WAAAY up on the tire and swinging myself over the side when my brothers and I would pile in the back to go pick corn.
All that just from some old truck driving by at 3AM.