Wordless Wednesday: The Other Woman

The Other Woman... Revisited

Do you see her? Do you see that ghostly apparition floating around in the front seat. I saw it.
It's probably the young woman who waited for her love to come back from the war 66 years ago. I wrote about it over a year ago and yes, she is still here.
For those of you who didn't know me then. I will direct you to this post and this one so you can understand my dilemma.  Because her beautiful body is back in the Prospector's head...
and she's calling his name.

I've had her locked away... kind of like being sent to Redemption Island on the TV show Survivor. But she never loses. She's always there. Waiting to return and be resurrected. This beautiful woman has survived many  years and she is not going down quietly.
Wednesday the Prospector (out of the blue) says, " I'm going down to the storage place. I need to get the battery out of the Chevy. "We" need to get the car started again... be sure she's OK."
"We"? I asked.
"I may need some help rolling her out of the shed and back in if I can't get to the battery."
 I knew that she was calling his name. He hadn't mentioned her all summer. He had been busy with other  projects. I guess the "honey do" list wasn't long enough.

 So we drove down to the storage place, punched in the 6 digit code for the iron gate, and drove up to our rented garage. I thought I heard a voice from the inside of our space calling my husband's name.
The Prospector jumped out and unlocked the door, then he stood there for a moment and just looked at the car.
Why does he have to be so open about this affair of the heart? It's way too obvious.

I got out of the car and walked into the space to take a look at my things in the back. I have a few pieces of furniture and my mother's living room rug piled in behind Miss America. Everything was there.
Then I turned around and opened the driver's side door and looked in.

She hadn't changed. She still smelled "old" and her windows were still glazed and cracked. I just don't see what the Prospector sees. He has vision.
Then I looked at the back seat.

I don't know how many young folks "used" this seat back in the day, but there is nothing like it in any of today's cars. It's big and it's comfortable.... and it has a pillow. A pillow that  says someone was indulging in comfort back here. I'll bet it could tell some stories.
Anyway, I looked back toward the steering wheel and that's when I saw this foggy stuff.

It was just there...hovering around the steering wheel. It wasn't reflected sun, or fog, on my lens.  I took this photo and look... you can see what I saw.
Yes, Farmlady...  maybe you've been spending too much time alone on the mountain talking to the goats and the deer. Maybe you are seeing things.
The Prospector opened the passenger door and when he did this, the fog disappeared instantly. He spent about 10 minutes getting the battery out from under the floor board. It was in an awkward place  and was strapped down.
We finally got the battery out without having to roll the car out of the storage space.
Then the Prospector looked under her hood... right in front of me.
He has no sense of allegiance to our relationship when he is around this floozy and he has started talking again about fixing her up. He wants to take her back to her original, young, beautiful self.
No wonder she's calling his name.
She better not call mine. She's trouble I tell you.
She will cost him a lot of money and take him places he may not want to go.
I don't know how to fight this woman. She's beautiful in a classic sort of way. She has huge headlights, a lot of chrome and white wall tires.
The Prospector did build me a potting shed this summer. I know he loves me.
We're like good felted fabric... strong, almost waterproof and connected forever, but this other woman is a powerful object of his affection.
I will have to engage in some clever subterfuge.
I will find her weaknesses.
I will let this relationship continue...
for a while.

Vintage Thursday: Spoonin' in the Back Seat

The War was over. Flags were flying. The Country was happy. The world was safe. Life was returning to normal.
Your friend called and said that his dad let him have the Chevy for the evening. "Do you want to make it a double date?"  and you said, "Sure."

You picked up your girlfriends and drive into town. Bill and his date in the front. You and your girl in the backseat.
Benny Goodman was playing on the radio...

  The back seat held the fragrance of home and your girl's perfume. Life was good....

This is a 1938 Chevy Master Deluxe Sedan with many memories tuck into it's mohair seats. The car was kept clean and not used much until the war was over. Rationed gas was too expensive for daily use.
I see a young man, who survived the war and served his country well, sitting back and laughing as he puts his arm around his sweetie.
He came back to a home town that gave him a parade and shook hands with him as he walked down the Main street. Fathers took big sighs of relief and Moms cried tears of joy.

....and Johnny sat in the back seat with his girlfriend and made plans for the rest of his life.

Please go to Colorado Lady's Blog for more vintage stories and posts.

The Other Woman Comes Home

We brought her home yesterday. She had her brakes fixed and some other things that make her road ready. I think she has found out that she better be nice to us  because she is becoming an expensive pleasure. The auto shop owner had a big smile on his face as we drove off. He knows we will be back.
We stopped and filled her up with gas and someone shouted as he drove by  "Nice car". We went for a little drive, together, down Main St. and around town. People notice this car. Folks wave at you and smile. We saw people giving us the thumbs up. It was kind of fun.

The Prospector drove his new love down the road  looking blatantly happy about this beautiful new woman in his life. I wondered, as I drove silently behind him taking pictures, if I need to worry about this charming addition to our family?

I knew, as I watch him drive her up the road to our house that she was probably going to be a contender...

But, I will have to admit that she looked pretty darn good in the driveway. Kind of spiffs up the place out here in the woods. I think I can hear the Andrews Sisters singing on the car radio....

Carl and Cutter were not at all convinced that this wasn't the UPS guy in disguise and looked a bit concerned. They did a lot of barking....every time they went out front.

The Bone of Contention. Do you see my Toyota Rav 4 in our garage? Does this look like a Toyota? I think not.
This morning SHE was in the garage and MY Toyota was outside parked near the fence. The Prospector did a switch when I wasn't looking. He said that he didn't want her to get sunburned.  OK! I can play this game too.  Just watch me....

The Other Woman; He bought... "her". !

"He did what?"

"Will we still get fed on time?"

"Yes, Brownie. Don't worry about your food. I think we can still afford some hay."
It's a done deal. We are now the proud (that's my new word for broke) owners of a 1938 Chevrolet two door Master Deluxe Town Sedan. It really is a cool old car and I have embraced her, because she is a grand old lady and once in a while you just have to say.."What the ..., heck." Live is short and if you don't take on something interesting and fun in your old age you might ... hum......, regret your "Golden years".
The Prospector and our son went over the river and through the woods Saturday and bought the car. Yesterday The Prospector pick it up and took it straight to his favorite car shop. The brakes need to be worked on. That's very important when you live on the side of a mountain with a VERY steep dirt road up to the house.
We have rented the lady a place of her own (in town) for a while , until we think she is able to drive up here.
FYI....You do understand that I would not allow any other woman to have this leeway in our relationship? I do have a level of propriety to maintain. But she better keep her cute little rear bumper brackets under control.