Clean Out that Car

Finally, I’ve spent the last day driving to snow in the 2005-06 season. The good news? Now I have a clean car.

When I got home, I unpacked the car. Then I cleaned it up. Though my car is not a rolling trash can, there were signs of a ski season around: the back of a lift ticket; a trail map; a spare set of gloves. It all went. Out.

Also out: the parking lot mud that had dried into dirt, scattered throughout the trunk. The floor mats came out for a cleaning. It was odd to be carrying snow gear into the house while the Masters tournament was airing on the television.

Oh yes. It’s time to store those golf clubs in the car now.