300 Miles

The post office doesn’t open until 9:00AM on Saturday. It’s 8:30 on weekdays.

Postmarks for this year’s Christmas boxes to family will read North, South Carolina.

There is no such place as South, North Carolina.

Lunch in Darlington. The meatloaf sandwich at Cracker Barrel is pretty damn good.

Dinner in Columbia. The 1/2 lb. burger at Fudruckers is pretty damn good.

The orange light on dash shaped like a gas pump is bad.

Christmas light decorations are good.

Started up, still up.
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Pseudarboris Plasticus

Neither of us felt too chipper this past weekend, so things that were supposed to get done, didn’t. The biggest failing was not raking any of the leaves off the front (or back or side for that matter) lawn. You know how quiet and beautiful it looks outside your house at daybreak after 3 inches of snow overnight? You can’t see where the grass ends and the driveway begins. Where you had plants or flowers there are just raised levels of snow. Good, now replace that snow with a blanket of dead brown oak and hickory leaves…the only way I found our newspaper this morning was because as it skidded across the driveway after being thrown from the passing car of the carrier, it left a little clearing behind it like a comet’s trail.

It wasn’t a total loss though as we did finalize the Christmas present buying for family members, with a couple of small purchases, so their boxes can be mailed out soon. I did pull down the half dozen plastic storage boxes from the attic so we could decorate the inside of the house too. Donna scattered about the seasonal knick-knacks while I unfolded the plastic tree. I guess it is time to dig out the Christmas MP3s.

Started down, went up, back down, up again, still up.
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