Time to Clear Off The Dust

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Yes indeed, it is time once again to dust off the tools and start scribbling some more. My silent laziness has lasted long enough.

I do seem to go through epic stints of, hell, I don’t know what… idleness. My only excuse is, perhaps a lack of imagination. No, that can’t be right, for the ideas and visions floating around in my head are plentiful. Stolidity, is a confounding and formidable foe.

Perhaps, it’s time to explore the dusty, darkened corridors of my imagination. Open a few doors, no matter how delicate, obtuse, or intricate they may be. I need to start writing again, and to do so with some regularity.

I do have a few pet peeves that cropped up recently, so I may break out my soap box soon. Until then, bear with me, and have a little patience. I’ll get back in the swing of things soon enough.

Moon Currents

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Gazing up, a full moon floats above the clouds. Still and bright as the clouds flow as if captured by a current. Feel as if watching from under water as a river of current flows overhead. The clouds, white caps on turbulent Rapids. Sister Moon, vigorous and vibrant, sharing her strength.

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Things Are Greening Up Everywhere

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For the last two weeks, I have been rolling pretty steady.  Putting in some pretty hectic and very confusing hours.  One side of me is loving it because I am just a tad bit of a workaholic.  It certainly makes the days go by fast, sometimes without notice!  I can’t tell you how many times I’ll lose track of what day of the week it is. 

There is an additional benefit to rolling hard every week.  You get to see a lot of things greening up with spring.  I’m also seeing my bank account green up, something I haven’t seen in a very long time.  I can’t explain how nice it is to finally be working for a company that pays the way they advertise, no hidden fees or back charges.  Honesty is a truly valuable commodity.  It is so nice to be able to start catching up on bills for a change, and not have to borrow money to survive.

20140313_070028I’m getting loads that take me from coast to coast pretty regularly.  I love the 3,000 mile loads, I also get a lot of 2,000 mile ones with a smattering of 800 mile trips in between.  I’m getting to see a lot of country, in all different conditions and times. Much of the west is experiencing spring, even while the north east is still being slammed by winters madness. 

This week, I’ve gone from Florida to Washington, and now I’m headed back south east once again.  This morning I was welcomed with a beautiful Oregon sunrise. 

Next week I’m heading home to New Richmond, Wi. and spending a few days with Jennifer.  I’ll even be able to afford to take her out to eat and perhaps a movie. 

Highway Blur

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Last week is a blur.  One day merging into another, with a few nights thrown in for good measure. 

I have been rolling pretty hard, from one load right on to the next.  Fast paced and tight as can be.  Add in a little inclement weather, and we have a mix for confusion. 

It’s amazing how fast I can lose track of the days.   Never fails, when I end up running these loads that require me to run just as hard as I can.  It means I start early, finish a shift mid afternoon, then have to start out again as soon as my 10 hour break is up.  Basically, that requires waking up about 4 hours earlier each day, until I have trouble discerning night from day.

What this type of schedule really does, is mess up the old body clock.  Sleep becomes a much needed, seldom found, necessity.  I say seldom found because I have to work to convince myself that I should be sleeping in the middle of the day.  By the time my 70 hours duty time was up, I needed about 12 hours consecutive sleep to reset my poor abused body clock.

The miles have been great, but there have been a few days of nasty weather.  I just missed that wild and crazy storm in Arkansas.  Actually, I shouldn’t say missed, because I spent about 20 hours in it.  I started out from a shipper just after the snow began falling.  The roads were treacherous, so I parked for the night.  When I woke up the next morning, accidents were everywhere.  The highway wasn’t jammed up just yet though so I started out.  After running from Pottsville, Ar. to Little Rock, Ar. I got smart and jumped the side roads, heading south.  Breaking out of the adverse weather after about 50 miles, I kept on rolling… Florida here I come.

Now I’m headed back towards the north west.  Tampa Florida to Tacoma Washington.  3000 plus miles in six days.  I’m loving it.

I’ll try to be a little better about posting, but things did get a little crazy last week.

I’m a Dreamer

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One thing about being a dreamer, I find myself believing all kinds of wild and imaginative things.  Possibly, it just might be a mantra for dreamers.  After all, if I didn’t believe, then Elves wouldn’t exist, Fairies would be a figment of imagination, Ghosts wouldn’t haunt.  Possibly, all the voices would be silenced.  Life would be so incredibly boring and bland.  So it’s terribly annoying when I can’t seem to dream up anything to write.

Image credit; Epona Schweer, my uncommonly talented niece.

“I believe in everything until it’s disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it’s in your mind. Who’s to say that dreams and nightmares aren’t as real as the here and now?”
~John Lennon

Monday; True to Form

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Recently I learned that Monday was named for the moon.  Moon Day in other words.  Kind of explains many unusual things that occur on Mondays.

As Outmanned says in her post, “It Might Be Monday If…

Monday literally means “moon day”.  The moon is often associated with transient and mystical powers.  It has the ability to change men to wolves, bend the seas to it’s will, and even send pregnant women into labor, and send otherwise well-behaved children completely feral.  It waxes and wanes as it crosses the sky, night after night, giving people on Earth the impression that it is capricious and fickle.  Some nights it shines down on us so brightly that the stars fade.  Other nights it refuses to come out at all, throwing the earth into total darkness.  So it’s not surprising that the day named for this mischievous orb would wreak such havoc on mortal beings such as ourselves.

Granted this Monday was nowhere near a full moon, yet strange and mysterious happenings do abound.  Is it simply the mythical, dubious powers this first day of the week portend, or is there truly a basis to humanities fear of one solitary day?  I have no idea, but seeing as how Monday has no real significance to me, I work every day, 7 days a week, why should it have any effect what so ever on me? 

This morning started out normal enough, if there is such a thing.  I was to deliver my load in Centrailia , Wa. at 10:00 am.  I was parked a mere 13 miles away, had 4.25 hours left on my 70 hour clock.  Should not be a problem right.  Because I won’t start getting hours back until midnight, I had set my “PTA”, (Projected Time Available) for 02:00 on Tuesday.  That basically means I told the company I would be ready for a reload at 02:00 the next day.  Ever vigilant in it’s desire to keep me rolling, they gave me a pre-plan for a load that was supposed to pick up in Prosser, Wa. at 15:30. In theory, no real problem… in theory I say!  199 miles to Prosser, and probably about 3.5 hours to do it.  That gave me about 45 minutes duty time to make my delivery and get rolling.

Anyway, I start out with my 15 minutes on duty pre trip and fuel.  Once I start driving, all havoc seems to break loose.  What should have taken me only 15 minutes or so to drive, ended up taking me 35.  Who would have thought there would be rush hour traffic at 9:00 AM well outside any major metropolis.  Then you add in the 15 minutes to check in at the receiver, and that only leaves me 3 hours to run 200 miles.  This is completely possible as long as all conditions are absolutely perfect.  After being released by the receiver, I start out.  The most direct route is US-12 over White Pass.  When I took the exit for said highway, there is a large electronic sign stating the pass is closed due to avalanche work.  Here we go, delay, delay, delay.  Not to mention I now have to go about 80 miles farther to get around it.

Needless to say, I didn’t get to Prosser by 15:30, or at all, even.  Here I sit, one hour left on my clock, 180 miles left to go.  My Monday has gone to the dogs!  Perhaps they’ll be howling at the moon tonight.  At least I don’t have all the extra problems to deal with, like kids, or any of the other stuff one might find at Outmanned.

Into The Morning Mists of Mountains

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Crisp morning mountain air, squired by dew, a heavy, thick nebula.  The grasses green, rich, thick as can be.  The sense of spring enhanced by sprouting leaves on moss coverer tree limbs. Welcome sights in the Oregon mountains, that comfort my thoughts.

Into this morning mountain mist I drive, amazed that no snow at all was visible.  So many parts of this country, so many stages of seasons.  Here I know winter is well upon us, although, not a single indication to be found.  Yet out east and mid west, snow covered roads along with artic temperatures flourish.  Just to the south, large portions of California founder in drought like conditions. 

Variety in scenery is an intriguing profit of my chosen profession.  One of the very reasons I love the work I do so much.  Different horizons, changing dawns and altering eventide, are simple pleasures I cherish intensely. 

Finally, Family Time

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One of the nice things about driving, is every once on a while I get to visit with family. My eldest sister, Kelli, who comments frequently, lives in the San Francisco Bay area. Luckily I had a load that delivered in the region today. I was able to spend a little time with her and her husband. We went out to eat, and caught up with events in each others lives.

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