I was late for a freelance gig but just had to stop and take this photo on my driveway yesterday morning.
Today however, I was a homebody, except for an early morning run on the Watauga River Rd.. It was the first year in many when I didn't visting Grandfather Mountain during the Highland Games. Maybe next year...
And you probably will never come to my house, but if you ever do, especially within the next year or so, please feel free to wander into my pantry and wonder in its dust-free and painted environment. Be sure to jump up and wipe your white glove all over my 15 year old still-to-be-opened bottle of Sambuca. What do you do with that stuff anyway? Yet, it is now clean and ready to be used. I sorted through oodles of canned foods and threw out a can of pole beans circa "best used by 8-2003." However, I could not possibly part with the can of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles vs Shredder pasta in tomato-like sauce from 1994. I reckon, out of honor of my youngest, we'll cling to the contents till it bursts with botulism in the year 2014. Afterall, that will be just about time to clean the pantry out again. Right?
