I'm going to start today to record on a daily basis whatever happens to strike my fancy. So, it is a very cool breezy day. I just posted 5 short book reviews to The Monthly Reading Challenge. I'm suppose to put away some winter wood today from the woodpile outside but I'm playing hookey from work to write so starting this blog will get done.
I'm having a daily fight with a flock of English Sparrows that are trying to take over my barn. They are making a terrible mess so they have to go. I have destroyed several nests so far they don't leave but they get out of the barn when I am around. I'm just starting the fight so I guess I don't know how far I have to go to discourage them.
I'm trying not to spread myself to thin on WDC because I find so many things that are interesting here and I am trying to work on a new story. I really enjoy sitting at my desk with a cup of tea and reading blogs on WDC.
kare. Get a ski pole. It is what I use in winter can dig into snow and ice. Shows me snow depth and helps me have good footing on ice. Found mine years ago in the local Good Will store for cheap price.
IMHO, The weather is less predictable than 50 years ago. Regardless, there are cycles.
We have had brutal winds this week, some snow, 16°F right now. The cold is important to kill off the nasties and snow in the mountains will help our streams come summer.
I got a cane for walking but it won't help with ice.
I'm very concerned that more experienced people are being replaced in every dynamic of our society and that more and more incidents will occur. I'm at a loss as to why neither of their radar detected the other's presence. And how much the radio chatter was a distraction.
I am very sorry for all involved, their lives were taken too soon.
As I write a response to you a private medical transport plane crashed in Philadelphia Friday evening. The first responders are dealing with a fire as the result of the crash. Did you know there was a small plane crash last week in California and another one in Nevada.
My family buried secrets. I'll never know the answers to at least two events that apparently traumatized me as a child. I'm still bitter about that. Yes, I know I should let go; but, they colored my life for most of it.
Are you on the road, or are you safely at home? Think about it...
I was driving, driving, driving. There was no scenery just a dirt road reeling out before me. The view in front of me was endless blank scenery beside the length of the road stretching into the horizon. White landscape unfolded on the right and left sides of the road without any kind of anything. The dirt of the road was a light brown color unraveling out before me like the brown string of a ball of yarn, as the motion of the vehicle continued toward the skyline in the far, far distance.
Then I noticed the one other piece of color. It was the skyline itself. It started out as a light blue stretching across the road and out to both sides. As I traveled the distant line of color across the postcard view became darker. The light blue faded to darker blue in stages of vibrant colors then it became black. I was still driving through daylight so I knew the black across the horizon could not be the night. Lightning flashed without a sound where the brown gravel road met the sky.
The motion of the vehicle stopped. I was impatient to reach the end of the road. I left the vehicle behind and started walking toward what looked like the possible ridge line where the road met the sky. I could feel the gravel under the soles of my shoes. In the center of the road was two tracks where other vehicles had worn the gravel smooth with the weight of their frames. As I walked the road was folding under my feet and I felt as if I was making a lot more progress than when I was riding forward in the automobile.
Suddenly, it was there, a house with white siding and a green roof. It sat on the right side of the road where the road met the sky.
I left the road and beelined my way toward the house across a soft springy carpet of green grass. Behind the house, a forest of brown and green rose as if it grew out of a new page in a book. I felt joy when I reached the front door. Back on the road, I feared I had lost my way, but no, here it was the same as when I left it. Waiting for me to return beckoning me to enter.
Whatever was out there on the road, making me take wrong turns and slowing down my progress. This house still stood waiting for me to take shelter from the storms. I opened the door and walked into the beautiful foyer. The dog barked and lept joyously at my feet. The cat curled around my leg purring. The tea kettle whistled from the kitchen.
Soon the mail will arrive bringing bills or notices of problems. Someone will arrive with troublesome news. The storm on the horizon will burst across the house shaking the foundation, but for now peace and the purring of the cat reigns. Safety is where you find it.
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