Beautiful Sunday, Sublimely So
Today, I went to a place where adults hang out like kids. No really! It is a pretty laid back crowd and many people come and bring coffee and chat, all the while, showing off their cars. I was happening by and saw this:
I am not all about "what's under the hood" and especially because he put it together - his way, which is the only way if you are having fun! But, I am sure there are car aficionados out there that will beg to differ. At this point, I will agree to disagree if you do. LOL
The International Harvester Truck was made by the tractor people and it was a workhorse. Not, the tomboy in me would love one of these. I think I just love the old-timey lines in them. Classy looking little thing, isn't she? I am not sure if it had a truck bed in it at one time, but, I suppose it did. So many of them are flatbeds that I see around. Rust is king after a while, I would guess.
The first Harvester was built in 1940 and it looks like this guy did some fancy-dancy edits to his. I still like it! What can I say? I am probably one of those people that has a knockoff Prada purse in her closet and it happy about it.
And this was what my friend @c0ff33a would describe as a totally random #SublimeSunday. And it was! I even topped it off with swirled chocolate and vanilla cone, waffle, of course. I hope that your Sunday is awesome and hoping we all have a fabulously wonderful week! You know you want to!
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I always post this poem down at the bottom of my posts. It is one that has become so near and dear to my heart. I only post the most famous part of it, but, wanted to post it in its entirety today.
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?
and these are what my prayers look like;
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
"where does it hurt?"