This truck belongs to a friend of mine. Hasn’t he done a wonderful job restoring it? It’s a beauty, but what I am really envious of is the fuel pump. That’s the one accessory lacking on my truck, and since the last two weeks, Michigan had led the nation with gas pushing $4.30 a gallon, that pump looks mighty nice.
I am constantly amazed at nature this spring. Things have been absolutely beautiful, to the eyes and the nose. This morning I walked downtown to the local greasy spoon for breakfast and caught a whiff of something fragrant and noticed another tree in bloom. The maples are loaded with their helicopter-equipped seeds. We’ve had lots of rain and so far no hot weather and it seems that Mother Nature is just continually teasing our senses. I know some fear a heavy harvest of seeds, thinking it is a predictor of a bad winter, but I’m tired of such pessimistic thoughts. Instead, I’ll enjoy the beauty and if winter turns out to be tough, I’ll have more opportunities to use my skis. It was only a couple weeks ago that I finally got around to cleaning all the old wax off and putting them up for the season.
Of course, there has been some bad weather all around and the other night we had incredible thunderstorms. I sat out on the back porch watching the lightning approach until the town’s tornado siren blew and we all went down into the basement. Luckily, there was no damage around here.
Went to my first baseball game of the season last night. It's a little late, but things have been busy. West Michigan Whitecaps beat Fort Wayne Tin Caps 2-1. A well played defensive game for single A minor league teams. Defensive games may not be the most exciting, but to a true, they allow you to relax and enjoy. In a couple of weeks, I'll get down to Detroit and hopefully see the Tigers walk away with the Angel's halos. .
Hopefully, this week I’ll find the time to get my sailboat back in the water. I’ve been longing for the feel of wind tightening the canvas as it propels the boat across the water, or just sitting in the boat as it gentle rocks, listening to the chiming sounds of shrouds clanging against the mast and spreaders.