On our annual trip down south for Christmas, we passed a sign I had not seen before: the Big Muskie Bucket. Now that is an attraction that begs to be seen. What in the world is a Big Muskie Bucket? Of course my husband knew (he’s annoying that way). There’s a website for it, and since they sell pictures, I’d better not post one here. You can go check it out, if you’re so inclined.
We did see runaway truck ramps, but no runaway trucks.
And we saw a dancing cow (pausing for breath in this picture).
We went through my favorite tunnel. I just love the typeface on its sign.
This was a working trip, as we were helping my father-in-law to clean out his house prior to selling it. We didn’t have a chance to visit the islands and beaches, as we usually do. But we had fun nonetheless. Sis-in-law and I stormed the closets and bureaus, finding all sorts of treasures amidst the everyday detritus. Just wait till I show you the delicate crocheted doilies and tatted pillowcases. There was a cache of hand-pieced quilt blocks, with diamond patches no bigger than a minute. The sewing desk held nearly antique (yet still perfectly good) notions like ric-racs and elastics as well as pounds and pounds of buttons. And would you believe a knitting machine? And an old, working Sterling typewriter? I had told myself I wouldn’t claim anything for myself. I lied.
Finally, what could be more fun than food from Willie’s Wee Nee Wagon? Now, I’ve never been a fan of Southern names. Peggy Sue, Pamela Lee, Piggly Wiggly . . . please. Spare me. But Willie’s Wee Nee Wagon? Come on, you gotta love it.
Hubby brought home the Wee Nee weinies for lunch to spare us preparing a meal and washing up after a particularly strenuous day of cleaning out closets. Of course, with my cholesterol, I wasn’t able to eat the food, nor did I even look at it (see? I’m maintaining the theme. Things unseen. Get it?), but I did smell it, and it was wondrous. Hotdogs with sauerkraut, hotdogs with chili, and greasy, crispy handcut french fries. Oh, for the days when I could eat such food with abandon.
It was a good trip. Maybe the next time we drive down that way, we’ll actually stop to see the Big Muskie Bucket.