Which Way?

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I confess, I may tend to have challenges when it comes to directions. Don’t tell me to go north, south, east, or west. Just tell me to turn left or right at Pizza Hut or the Dollar Tree.

I’m usually pretty good at following road signs, unless I am entering Indianapolis on Interstate 70, traveling east. I’m going to blame the signage rather than the driver.

I know I want 465N, I watch for 465N but there is no N. The sign says 465S, then another one appears with just 465. I stay the course looking for 465 N. As the two highways run parallel, I spot 465N now appears on the sign, but I can’t get to that road any longer. 😦

Oh good, it says 465N in fifteen miles. Slight relief washes over my body. I’d like to find an exit so I can consult my map (yes, it is a map that one folds), but this does not look like an area I want to be in by myself.

I have a decision to make: Columbus, Ohio or Chicago, Illinois. I choose Chicago, but now my highway is no longer 70 but instead I am on 65. Thoughts are tumbling around my mind like clothes in a dryer. I’m concerned that I might end up in a dangerous neighborhood since I don’t know this city.

Finally, I can exit to get gas and check my map. It looks like I’m close to finding 465N, so I get back on the road. Two miles later I find my highway, finally I am through the city and back on the right route.

One of these days, I will breeze through the city with no panic attacks. This was not the year. Maybe next year. 🙂

 

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Hot Time

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The weather man warned excessive heat Saturday and this time the weather was accurate.

7:30 My husband and I left the house to man a 100 mile bike rest stop. We stopped for two large bags of ice to fill the water cooler. Fortunately, our location was a pavilion that had electricity. We brought a heavy duty fan just so we could keep some air circulating. The temperature was 82, but with humidity at 65%, it felt like 85. I know that doesn’t sound too hot, but it didn’t take much to break a sweat.

By the time they reached us, riders pedaled thirty-three miles. They would need some snacks. We had lots of options:

  • bananas
  • black grapes
  • cookies
  • cheese sticks
  • dates
  • pb & j crustables
  • watermelon cubes
  • sliced pickles

Our first rider rolled in about 9:00. At first it was a trickle of riders, but soon the dam burst and they swarmed the table of snacks. It was a challenge to keep the food stocked. Watermelon cups with a pickle chaser seemed to hit the spot. (Personally that sounds disgusting.)

It looks like I have a sunburn, but that is not the case. This is just redness from being hot.

By 10:00 the air is heating up, it feels like 90 degrees. At 12:30 it feels like 96 degrees.

Now, there are fewer riders, these riders won’t be completing the 89 or 100 route.

Water bottles are filled, but also dumped on top of their heads.

By 2:00 the last rider has passed through our rest stop. We pack up to return our leftover supplies.

It’s been an interesting day. Riders were not just from our state. There was a couple from Michigan on a tandem bike. It surprised me that there weren’t very many women riding. One of the riders was our dentist. He was surprised to see us. Another rider was a local meteorologist with a local TV station. He did not have good news for the future temperatures cooling off. However, it was amazing to see how many riders were over sixty-five! They are hard-core bikers who ride a lot. The heat didn’t seem to matter to them. Kudos to those who are so fit!

Even though it was a blistering hot day, it was a lot of fun.

Audio Journey

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One week from today, I will be packing my bag to begin the journey toward northeast Indiana to spend several days learning from experts in reading and writing (and hanging out with blogger friends). The past few years I’ve had company on this road trip. Lots of conversation to pass the time as the miles slip by. However, this year I will be on my own as I travel east, so I thought perhaps a few audio books would fill the hours on my 500+ mile journey. I shared this plan of listening to books on CD with my husband, and he says, “You better enjoy this, because this will probably be the last car you have with a CD player. They aren’t putting them in cars anymore.”

My reaction to this news, “What?!” (What am I going to do (whenever we get a new car)? How will I listen to my CDs of Trans Siberian Orchestra when we drive across the country at Christmastime and my favorite other CDs? I found this news very disturbing. A way of listening would be ending. With that thought, I started thinking about my audio life.

It started in Chicago with a small transistor radio pressed next to my ear listening to WLS. The volume always went as high as possible when the first notes of  Lightnin’ Strikes by Lou Christie rang out. Not sure what it was about this song that I loved, I still sing along if I ever hear it.

The transistor radio led to getting a record player and lots of 45s and albums. I listened to them a lot. If I was in my room, I had something playing on the record player. Eventually I saved enough money to buy a small stereo system where I could load several records at a time to play. I can’t tell you how many Petula Clark albums I had (perhaps I still have them 🙂 ). When I found a singer I loved, I immersed myself in that person’s music. Here’s a link to Petula singing Downtown on Dean Martin’s show (if you watch it, you have to get through the intro with dancers before she comes out).

I never owned an 8 track player, I went straight to cassette tapes. Now my music could travel along with me in a portable player. (It’s hard to travel with a stereo system 🙂 ).

I was happy with the cassette system, but then CDs came along to make it even easier to listen to my personal choice in music. I think that’s where I’m stuck in the audio world. I never understood MP3 players and I am clueless to downloading music. Since I don’t get the download music, you know I don’t have music on my phone or iPad and I wouldn’t know what to do with an ipod.

So what’s going to be next in this audio world? It took me over fifty years to get to where I am now. I’m just not sure I’m up to the task of developing a whole new way of listening.

 

Fortunately / Unfortunately

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At the time, I thought it was fortunate the food in my fridge was mostly consumed, since I was leaving for several days.

However, it was unfortunate to come home to a bare fridge.

Fortunately, it was Farmer’s Market day, so I could pick up some fresh lettuce for the chef salads for dinner.

Unfortunately, it was Saturday and I did not want to do major grocery shopping, but there were a few items on sale that I needed to pick up (even if it was Saturday).

Fortunately, the store was close to the Farmer’s Market.

Unfortunately, the store was out of the item I wanted.

Fortunately, I got a rain check.

Unfortunately, I needed a few more items, but they were all at different stores.

Fortunately, I checked the ads before leaving home so I had a plan in mind of the order for the stops.

Unfortunately, the heat and humidity was suffocating as it took me three hours to pick up a “few” things.

Fortunately, I stopped at the library to claim my books on hold. The temperature and humidity dropped so I could enjoy my books on the patio and I didn’t have to get groceries for a few days.

My Story

Hello! Let me introduce myself. I am a fledgling robin.

This was my home until mother and father so rudely (and unexpectedly) pushed me and my siblings out of this luxury high-rise viburnum bush nest.

These past few days have been trying (to say the least). Once I got my bearings, I discovered there’s a new world beyond the nest. I found out my legs could take me from one side of the field to the other by hopping. I think hopping is a perfectly fine way of moving, but one of the adults in my life is telling me to use my wings. I just don’t get the big deal. 

There must be a family reunion in the maple tree. I hear a chorus of chirping over my head all day long as I travel from one spot to another (you know, hopping along happily). Relatives zoom past me, urging me to spread my wings. Leave me alone! I’ll do it, but not yet. If only someone would bring me a nice juicy worm, life would be great.

Mama! Where are you?There you are, help me!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wait a minute, what just happened? How did I get here? Did my wings do that? Cool!

I think I’ll just rest for a bit. That was fun, but I don’t want to overdo it.

That rest gave me energy to explore more. What is that lady doing behind the glass? Wait a second, I have an itch. I hope she notices my steely stare. Stop stalking me lady!

In a day or so, I’m out of here. There’s a great big world to explore.Know a good place for juicy worms?

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Finding a Slice

Every Monday, my mind begins to sift through the happenings of the past week to pluck that just right snippet of life to become my “slice of life” on Tuesday. All week long, I am collecting bits and pieces in my mind (and photos on my phone), but none jump out and say, “I’m the one you want to bring to life with words.

I could write about what’s growing in my backyard sanctuary.

 

I could write about the strange shape and color of clouds that appeared after dinner.

The next day, I learned about a tornado that touched down within twenty miles of us about the same time I watched the clouds.

Just as I was thinking there was nothing interesting to write about, I saw my slice, but it happened too fast to get a photo.

My husband and I were on the way to my mother’s apartment. There’s a long stretch of road that has fields on both sides. One field usually has horses. Recently, I wondered where the horses had gone because the field was empty and the grass was long.

All of a sudden, two horses came running from the top of the field. Manes and tails flying, as they ran along the fence. I started to make a comment on how frisky they were when I my gaze swept across the road. A young deer bounded across the road  and disappeared into the wild brush. The horses came to a stop when they reached the fence parallel to the road. A possible new friend disappeared, they seemed disappointed as they stood there, eyes glued to the spot where the deer vanished.

On our return trip, the horses were back at the top of the field. I imagine they were discussing the stranger who didn’t stay to play.

Sometimes, a slice just runs right in front of you and all you can do is catch it with words.

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Water Everywhere

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I go to the closet, take the weather forecast into account, and what I’m doing for the day before I pick out my clothes for the day. I don’t spend a lot of time considering what might happen to my clothes through the day. My hope is there won’t ever be a malfunction with my wardrobe.

Yesterday, I knew I would be spending half a day in a meeting. I knew I would be going for a pedicure after the meeting. I knew I would have dinner out with friends after the pedicure. So the clothing of the day had to be comfortable and able to be worn in all three situations. I opted for a knit pair of capris rather than denim and a light-weight knit tunic top. Wise decision . . .

Dinner was over, dishes had been removed from the table, and everyone was sitting around chatting when all of a sudden the table lurched and water glasses came flying towards me. Fortunately, I was on the end and able to jump up quickly when I realized what had just happened. A waterfall cascaded down the side of the table! My right side was soaked from my waist to my knees! My right sandal was water logged as water dripped off my foot. However, as I stood there trying to soak up water from my clothes, I realized that you couldn’t see how wet I was. The knits did not change color. Unless you touched me, you wouldn’t know half of my body was dripping wet.

At that moment, I was grateful for the decisions made earlier in the day. You just never know how your day will go.