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I know today is Thursday and the doors I was going to feature are in my folder, but I just can’t do it.  They should have been done last night, but life has gotten too busy at the moment and when I realized this morning that I hadn’t gotten them into a post and that I don’t have time in the next few days to respond to comments or visit all the posts I want to see, I decided enough is enough.  Life has to be lived and work obligations met and especially in this season, I don’t want to be any more overwhelmed than need be.

So I’m taking a few days off, but leaving you with this shot from my Monday walk in the park.  It’s a sort of “light at the end of the tunnel” photo, in a place you’ve seen at least several times on the blog before, once with fog at the end, once with a deer and rabbit silhouetted halfway down.  Enjoy the beauty and the symbolism.  Take time to enjoy the season and I’ll see you soon.  Feel free to chat, as I’ll have a bit of time here and there to check and I’ll miss that.

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Wedding!

Posted: October 10, 2018 in Personal
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Tomorrow we head for southern California and then Mexico (Baja California) for our older daughter’s wedding.  What a blessed time it will be!  See you when we get back!

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In the morning, I reloaded the large red Coleman cooler that my husband has had for over 40 years. Not only does it keep things cool, it makes a wonderful seat and attracts hummingbirds, who love anything red. The smaller cooler, my tech backpack, and small suitcase follow and I’m on the road again.

The dawn fog is beautiful, followed by a beautiful sunrise behind me (but nowhere to safely stop for a photo), putting a smile on my face as I set the cruise control at 85 mph, 5 mph over the speed limit.

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Here’s my first sight of the Badlands off to the south.  I’m very careful when I take photos while driving, so you don’t have to worry.  Just relax and enjoy the view.

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It’s that time of year: time to load the van and point it west, to see familiar landmarks go buy, to head for the mountains.  My only regret is that my husband can’t come along.  Other than that, Willie’s words ring true as always and I just can’t wait to see this view again.

Those lovely mountains keep out phone service quite well unless you have a satellite phone and our internet is quite slow, so I’ll be saving up all my experiences and photos for when I get back (or maybe I’ll drop in when I’m in town.)  In my absence, be safe and happy and I’ll look forward to seeing you all soon (but not too soon!)

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This is me after trying to figure out how to free up space on my Google Drive (or whatever) so that I don’t have to buy more space.  My photos are supposed to be syncing up in High Resolution rather than Original, giving me unlimited storage.  But they seem to refuse to do so.  Naturally, I find this out about 45 minutes before having to go to work and again after coming home when wanting to go to bed.  Hence the “photo.”  🙂

Happy Monday!

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Yesterday I shared a quote by Thomas Jefferson.  Today I’m sharing a thought of my own.  It may not be as deep as the one from TJ, but I feel it’s quite relevant to many of us in ways that it would not have been to him.  What do you think?

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It’s Thursday, April 5, as I write this, over two weeks from the first official day of spring…and it’s snowing, those big, fat, whirling flakes that look so pretty…in winter…and there are snow symbols on my weather app for Saturday and Sunday, too.   I know I can’t complain when I look at what my friends in the northeast US have been facing but come on!  I love snow in winter, but I’m officially more than done with it and the cold weather.  Please, just stop!  Enough already!  If I were in New England, it would be “ENOUGH ALREADY!!!” (caps intended).


Despite the cold weather, I’ve been walking in the park some mornings.  Every time I pull into the parking lot of the building complex where I’ve been parking to go in the back way until the new bridge is finished, I think “I should have brought a garbage bag to pick up all this trash.”  So I put several large garbage bags and some latex gloves in the van, so that I could actually do something about it.  A few days ago, after my walk, I tackled the mess.

I hadn’t taken the garbage-picker-upper stick that we bought last year at Menard’s, so I put a glove over my right hand winter glove and began:  stoop, drop into the bag, move, repeat.  I was doing really well when suddenly my wool cap was almost snatched from my head.  What was going on?  I’d forgotten in my ecological frenzy to watch for the burs/burrs about head high all around me, the same ones that get stuck in the coats of the dogs when my friend and I walk them, the same ones that are the subject of endless photos highlighting the beauty of dead things.  This was their ugly side.

And a sticky ugly side at that.  Even worse, one little devil had managed to get into my hair after the others tugged my cap mostly off.  Ouch!  I spent quite a bit of time trying to free my hair after getting the big stickers off my cap.  That cap got tucked down my jacket front, as I was warming up, and after my hair was free, I went back to work.

(You know, of course, that burrs and their tenacious stick-to-it-iveness are what inspired the creation of Velcro, a wonderful use for something so irritating in the wild! I know that, too, but it didn’t make me feel any better at the time.)

I’d made a clean sweep, so to speak, of most of the area and had a full bag, when I bent over to capture an errant piece of paper and spotted…a $20 bill!!!  I kid you not!  I could hardly believe it and the rate of pay was much higher per hour than my part time job.  

 

 

To top it all off, a woman came out from the office building to thank me and offer to put my garbage bag into their dumpster.  I was happy, she was happy, the park was happy, and I was happy again this morning when I walked by the relatively pristine area.  I’ll make another foray at some point or perhaps at another spot, but I doubt that the pay will be as good.  I’ll have to settle for a sense of doing what’s right.  That works, too.