May 9, 2011The Green Bomber
Whew, what a weekend. I don’t think there is a muscle in my back, legs and butt that doesn’t hurt. Now that it is warm, Tom and I have been packing activity (mostly cleaning activity) into every second of our weekend. And let me tell you, this weekend warrior stuff is tough. Especially when you have to clean out something that you have let accumulate junk over the last 10 months.
Like ohhh…your garage.
Fortunately, there was still fun stuff to go through in the garage to break up all the heavy lifting. A while ago I snagged a box of old toys my Dad had squirrelled away in his closet, and I finally made myself sit down and go through them.
Of course, not everything in my Dad’s box was pure gold. A lot of it was broken, dirty, and some of it had even gotten moldy somehow.
This little guy had been used, abused and broken. His paint was chipped, his windshield cracked and spider-webbed, his plastic parts broken, but he was still nice enough to pose for some pictures.
I am always fascinated by the detail of model cars. It even has little seatbelts!
It was fun to look at all the work and careful painting that had gone into this and imaging my Dad hunched over it, carefully making sure none of the white paint got on the green.
At the end of the day, not every single thing can be saved, which is why I decided to take some pictures of this guy before he took his trip to Goodwill. But don’t worry, everything discarded lives again. Some of these pictures, framed, are going to make a great gift for Father’s Day!