One of the more interesting things that has happened to me since we purchased this little house in Ojai is that I spend a large amount of time by myself. My husbands office is about two hours away and he comes up at the end of the week and leaves again on Sunday night to spend his week in Newport.
My son is finishing up his last semester of college and he's not around much either. So... I have been up here alone for about two months and its been really different... but much to my surprise, really fun.
First off, I have been busy with the landscape project so I spend most of my days working, shovel in hand. It also difficult to meet people because the homes are really spread out with large amounts of acreage. I love vintage gardening tools, by the way.
I say hello and chat with neighbors when they walk their dogs and I love the people at Rains, the local housewares store. The farmers at the farmers market on Sundays are really nice as are the guys at ACE hardware; who say every time I go in there "you're not from around here, are you". Essentially no one knows me. I'm just a girl with a dog in a truck.
Here's where the truck comes in: it's not a simple little truck.
It's a big, jacked up, shiny black, flared out, double muffler, lifted, stud muffin, country music song singing, Budwiser drinking, Prius eating, Ford F 150, special No Fear Edition from 2003.
And I love this truck.
I have struck up more conversations with random people in parking lots because of this truck. They also like to pet my dog Millie who happens to also like the truck, plus everyone loves a tail wagging lab.
I wanted a truck so bad when I was in my 20's, going to college and was working at a ski area in Utah. Instead I was driving a Volkswagen beetle. It got me around but I secretly wished for a big ol' redneck sort of a truck. So here I am some 30 years later and I finally have my truck.
The truck was actually my son's during high school but we got practical and put him in something that didn't guzzle so much gas. We tried to sell the truck but nobody seemed to want a gas guzzler at the time as gas was up around $4.50 a gallon. Then...we bought this little ranch house and low and behold we had the perfect spot for the truck.
So what is the point of this post exactly ? Nothing very earth shattering but sometimes life is an amazing, perplexing, crazy journey. And when you least expect it, small interesting things come full circle and land in your lap.
PlopAnd there you are, with the sentence ended, the t's crossed and the i's dotted as if it was ment to be.
Quite amazing I think and ya gotta love a great Truck