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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?”
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.
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.
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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I would like to think I’m waiting patiently for spring to arrive. However, if one was to go strictly by the definition of patience, that would be a patently false statement.
Patience, according to Dictionary.com is an ability or willingness to suppress restlessness or annoyance when confronted with delay.
Those who know me well, are aware of the my blog hopping habits. I am just slightly addicted to the blogosphere, only a
whole lot little, really! I follow so numerous an amount of blogs, at times I find it very hard to keep up. There is such an amazing variety of them, so many topics. Some of my favorites of course are writing or writer’s blogs, poetry, art blogs, photography, trucking. There are many others I watch closely too, book reviews, news, personal journals, industry specific (many different industries)… Basically if you can dream it up, there’s a blog being written about the idea, theory or activity.
Today though, I got a simple, much needed, taste of spring. Kathryn Dawson Photography, is one of my regular stops. I absolutely love her black and white photography. Often capturing a morning mist or fog encompassing a stand of barren, or winter dormant trees. She captures scenery with such an amazing eye for it’s beauty and a fabulous talent. Her post, Day 51: Spring Colours, had some great photos of the “taste of spring” she’s having. It wasn’t all that many photos, just a few trees, tiny droplets of rain, languidly dripping off the limbs. The very beginnings of leafs sprouting, slowly unwrapping themselves, almost like a birth in progress. It was exactly the medicine I was needing after the last week, locked in the Eastern and Midwestern storms.
At times, I feel my bones are chilled to the marrow this year. I know, I’ve become a bit of a cold weather wimp at times. I have been pretty lucky this year, and missed most of the storms. I shouldn’t be complaining at all. I was in the West when the Northern Midwest experienced the worst of getting hammered by father winter. I went to the east coast, a week after the worst of their terrible storms. This winter has been easy on me, even if it’s been brutal on many others.
Yet, admittedly so, I am ready for this brutal season to be over.
Silence, I may seek.
All within a short hike.
Small effort is required for civility.
Just a quick stroll away from urbanity.
Never too distant, forever in view.
Rewards are vibrant, colorful, clamorous and few.
There are times, I feel the need to center myself, find my spirit, discover my vision, and see my dreams. the best, however seldom easiest method for me, is to take a short stroll in natures edification. Far from the hustle and bustle, leaving the uproarious highways and byways behind. The trick is to seek out the silence, absorb it, take it all in, until my senses become clamorous with the sounds of nature.
A brisk walk along a grassy, or in these days, snowy hill. Light mists hanging low, encompassing the surrounding hills, almost like natures own noise dampening buffer. I can stop, stand still, smell the fragrances abundantly flavorful. Then I simply close my eyes, take a deep breath, relaxing all the stresses and strains of life. When I can hear the wind whispering in the trees, gently bustling the grass, a babbling creek somewhere off in the distance. Perhaps a simple birdsong, chirping not too far away. I open my eyes and find myself surrounded by a remarkable visions of beauty.
All for seeking The Sound of Silence. A Word Press Weekly Writing Challenge.
There are multiple ways of interacting with silence: purposefully leaving something unsaid, breaking the silence around a topic, or, quite simply, getting tongue-tied. For this week’s challenge, we want you to take the theme of silence and explore it in your own way.
At a loss for words? Here’s a few ideas to get you going this week:
Submissions by others;
Motivation; The Sounds of Silence
The Shady Tree; A Silent Hunt
Dandelion’s Den; The Silent Treatment
Leanne Olivia Valley; An Open Letter to Grace
Davidswanto; Stop and Be Still
Lost In The Beauty Of Books; Sounds of Silence
101 Challenges In 1001 Days; The Sound of Silence
Wellbeing London; Silent Witness
Thedarkerandshadier; The Silent One
Fuzzy Undertones; Silence is never louder than when you should be asleep
Scent of Rina; Silence Between Us
Mushingmamablog; Feeling Silence
Café Reading; The Sound of Silence
OutmannedMommy; The Unbearable Sound of Silence
I’m Drew Llew, How do You Do; Thought Processing Center
Well folks, will wonders never cease. I made it home for Valentine’s Eve. Yes sir, surprised both Jennifer and myself.
We had a good weekend, not long enough, but then it never really is. There was much that had to get done, but we almost never left each others side. It’s amazing how much you cram into two short days.
I managed to get all my tools loaded onto the new truck. The refrigerator is also installed and working, along with partially stocked. Replaced the plugs and plug wires in Jennifer’s car, and got the hood release cable working.
We had three wonderful nights, and two full days together. Unfortunately, that will have to hold us for a little while, hopefully not too long. You know, if wheels aren’t turning to the money is just burning.
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