Monday was a provincial holiday in Ontario, Family Day. Besides sleeping in, I did manage to get some things done especially since the weather has been unseasonably mild. Up on the roof to take down the Christmas lights, removed the faulty alternator from the Seville and started cleaning out the garage to uncover the Stutz. Buried under a car cover and various boxes of parts like an Egyptian chariot in some long forgotten tomb. Appropriate as Stutz' s mascot is the Sun god RA.
It felt good to clear some working space around my dream car.
The Christmas lights were a rather sad task, I don't look forward to it anyway, calling it my annual death wish. The driveway slopes down under the house so at that point I am two stories above the driveway …it looks a long way down from up there.
The bitter sweet feeling was this was likely the last time I would complete this post Christmas early spring ritual. "J" has named a date for our separation, inevitable yes, only fair to let her move on but it is still terribly sad. Once we thought we were soul mates but I was the one that never revealed all of myself.
I would be more confident if I was working at a new career oriented position instead of freelancing.
In the evening both of us and the children shared a bowl of popcorn and instead of watching a movie, enjoyed a couple of episodes of I Love Lucy (Lucille Ball was another 1971 Stutz owner). Pleased to report that the children took to classic sitcom with much laughter.
Was it ever such a beautiful, simpler black and white time. I know it couldn't have been but I felt an overwhelming nostalgia for an era I never experienced first hand.
