Wednesday Night~~ it's late for me, and i am very tired. I read a blog tonight that made me very sad, and it made me think of something that happened yesterday that made me sad, too. A woman came into the store, harried, blonde,no makeup..She looked distracted, yet intent, a woman on a mission. Great, i thought, "another low-end sale". Shame on me. I am there to help, to facilitate, regardless of wheither it is 200 dollars or two thousand. She wanted a sturdy wooden daybed, and we picked one out together. She gave the daybed a firm shake, and decided it would be perfect. Then she told me her story....
It was for her daughter, 21. A pixie girl, with long brown hair and smiling dark eyes. She had seizures, and last sunday had been a record, 56 in a 24 hour period. She didn't have long left to live, and her mom wanted her safe and comfortable.
I tried to write the invoice, but my eyes were filled up. Her daughter had a bad dose of serum as a baby, and it had caused massive damage. I thought of my own situations, my worries about my children, and realized how lucky i was. I saw God's hands, opened wide,showing me, once again, all i have to be thankful for.
I told her i would pray for her daughter., and i thanked her. Angels come in so many different ways. We just have to open our hearts...and see.
Later.
Wednesday, June 30, 2004
Tuesday, June 29, 2004
Tuesday Night~~
Listening to classic R&B...Sam & Dave.,"Hold on, I'm Coming"..I am dancing in my seat, doing a solitary flirt, pouting my lips and swinging my hips. I am glad no one can see me, because i know men have testosterone,but we women, well, when we are feeling..(hot, sultry, sexy,) I don't think we can attribute it to a simple hormone...it involves our WHOLE BEING.
It must be the moon..it is almost full, a luminous Necco disc, just ripe for licking.Best i stay in my seat, swaying to the music, letting my fingers caress the keyboard, safely.
(sorry, george) George is my brother. My only brother. My baby brother. He reads this every day, my first devotee. I promised myself one thing when i began writing...that i would never censor this blog. Having George read this is a challenge, because it's like looking your priest or your child in the eye and discuss ...well, the things that make me a total female. I tend to show a pollyanna self to the world...That Catholic upbringing sure raises it's head sometimes!
Oh, great...Barry White just started playing. I love Barry White. Men scoff at him, but, he knows what women want. His voice is insistant, encouraging, he tells us to "do it" he says he will keep us pleased, he tells us he is focused entirely on us...we are SPECIAL..
This is terrible. I never intended to write this tonight, actually, i was planning on writing about WHERE i write...to discribe the room, to let you into the writing place...The oyster where the pearl sits.I am speechless. This blog has taken on a life of itself....Later......
Listening to classic R&B...Sam & Dave.,"Hold on, I'm Coming"..I am dancing in my seat, doing a solitary flirt, pouting my lips and swinging my hips. I am glad no one can see me, because i know men have testosterone,but we women, well, when we are feeling..(hot, sultry, sexy,) I don't think we can attribute it to a simple hormone...it involves our WHOLE BEING.
It must be the moon..it is almost full, a luminous Necco disc, just ripe for licking.Best i stay in my seat, swaying to the music, letting my fingers caress the keyboard, safely.
(sorry, george) George is my brother. My only brother. My baby brother. He reads this every day, my first devotee. I promised myself one thing when i began writing...that i would never censor this blog. Having George read this is a challenge, because it's like looking your priest or your child in the eye and discuss ...well, the things that make me a total female. I tend to show a pollyanna self to the world...That Catholic upbringing sure raises it's head sometimes!
Oh, great...Barry White just started playing. I love Barry White. Men scoff at him, but, he knows what women want. His voice is insistant, encouraging, he tells us to "do it" he says he will keep us pleased, he tells us he is focused entirely on us...we are SPECIAL..
This is terrible. I never intended to write this tonight, actually, i was planning on writing about WHERE i write...to discribe the room, to let you into the writing place...The oyster where the pearl sits.I am speechless. This blog has taken on a life of itself....Later......
Monday, June 28, 2004
Monday Night~~
Ok. I admit it. Not only am i hooked on blogging, i am hooked on the comments i get from blogging. I look forward to checking to see if anyone has read this. It's like christmas morning every day, tiptoeing to the tree.
Really rotten day at work. Since my bangup return from holiday 4 days ago, it's been one lowend customer after another...excruciating. To top it off, another 2,000 dollar cancelation, (just didnt like it, went back to their old latex bed) and the 4,800 thous. tempurpedic king adjustable sale that was delivered today was defective. JEESHHH! That was going on this month's delivered, but not now. To top it off, the customer refused to pay the balance, until it's fixed. I understand, of course...but that means our product is sittting in HER house, not paid for. Guess i am back in the hot seat again. sigh.
Oh well, what is it that i say with unflagging optimism? Tomorrow, always tomorrow, will be another day.......Into the tub i go, vanilla bubbles and some hot earl grey tea.......later.
Ok. I admit it. Not only am i hooked on blogging, i am hooked on the comments i get from blogging. I look forward to checking to see if anyone has read this. It's like christmas morning every day, tiptoeing to the tree.
Really rotten day at work. Since my bangup return from holiday 4 days ago, it's been one lowend customer after another...excruciating. To top it off, another 2,000 dollar cancelation, (just didnt like it, went back to their old latex bed) and the 4,800 thous. tempurpedic king adjustable sale that was delivered today was defective. JEESHHH! That was going on this month's delivered, but not now. To top it off, the customer refused to pay the balance, until it's fixed. I understand, of course...but that means our product is sittting in HER house, not paid for. Guess i am back in the hot seat again. sigh.
Oh well, what is it that i say with unflagging optimism? Tomorrow, always tomorrow, will be another day.......Into the tub i go, vanilla bubbles and some hot earl grey tea.......later.
Monday Morning~~
Rough morning. Long discussion with J. on maryland, life, you name it. At his exact age i was stealthily planning my escape from Alabama. Alabama was where i was shipped, with my brother and sister, after my mom died. A very bad place.........
Am i ready to talk about it? I don't know. Time to put on my happy face and go sell beds. Wearing a soft yellow sweater, with pearl and citrine earrings that my cousin Kelly gave me years ago. I guess i am a true cancerian...i never forget a kindness, and even though i might forgive an injustice, i never forget that, either...Off to work i go.
Rough morning. Long discussion with J. on maryland, life, you name it. At his exact age i was stealthily planning my escape from Alabama. Alabama was where i was shipped, with my brother and sister, after my mom died. A very bad place.........
Am i ready to talk about it? I don't know. Time to put on my happy face and go sell beds. Wearing a soft yellow sweater, with pearl and citrine earrings that my cousin Kelly gave me years ago. I guess i am a true cancerian...i never forget a kindness, and even though i might forgive an injustice, i never forget that, either...Off to work i go.
Sunday, June 27, 2004
Sunday afternoon~~
I just got home from work, and i find myself filled with a divine discontentment. I just want to GO....i don't want to finish up all the stuff here in michigan...I hate having to work at the mattress store for the rest of the summer. If i could magically find 10,000 dollars, that would be all it would take...to set up the account to take care of the house here, to buy a decent vehicle, to pay bills and have a bit of a cushion to start off with....How can somebody that works so hard be poor? It all goes back to "work smarter, not harder", i guess. I have given too much away, of my material things, and my talents, to have accrued the bank account i need right now. I am feeling very alone and meloncholy. Nothing to do with those feelings, except channel them into pressing forward, to my goal.
These are the times i submerge, while the storm rages above the blue line of the water. I lose my legs, and my powerful mermaid tail propels me forward..I open my lips slightly, and the cold water swirls in my mouth. My arms stroke tightly, and i dive to the bottom, with my pearls touching the sand. I am peaceful, home, with tiny seahorses clinging to my hair, heralding my progress. I am peaceful, home.No, i am just a crazy girl, trying to make it all work.
I just got home from work, and i find myself filled with a divine discontentment. I just want to GO....i don't want to finish up all the stuff here in michigan...I hate having to work at the mattress store for the rest of the summer. If i could magically find 10,000 dollars, that would be all it would take...to set up the account to take care of the house here, to buy a decent vehicle, to pay bills and have a bit of a cushion to start off with....How can somebody that works so hard be poor? It all goes back to "work smarter, not harder", i guess. I have given too much away, of my material things, and my talents, to have accrued the bank account i need right now. I am feeling very alone and meloncholy. Nothing to do with those feelings, except channel them into pressing forward, to my goal.
These are the times i submerge, while the storm rages above the blue line of the water. I lose my legs, and my powerful mermaid tail propels me forward..I open my lips slightly, and the cold water swirls in my mouth. My arms stroke tightly, and i dive to the bottom, with my pearls touching the sand. I am peaceful, home, with tiny seahorses clinging to my hair, heralding my progress. I am peaceful, home.No, i am just a crazy girl, trying to make it all work.
Sunday Morning~~
I didn't go to the graduation party last night. My motives for going bothered me. The only reason i was going to go was for political reasons, to keep a tenative hold on my job. Instead, i sent a giftcard, and let it go. I went home and cooked, greek grilled chicken breasts, meatloaf, and sirloin burgers. I puttered around my house, and even read a chapter in my mystery book. My girlfriend Mary heard i was moving to maryland, and invited me over for a long overdue chat. We have been friends for years, the kind of friends that know no boundries of time or commitment, always able to connect, regardless. We drank coffee on her deck in the dark, snuggled in blankets against the chill michigan air. I will miss her.
I didn't go to the graduation party last night. My motives for going bothered me. The only reason i was going to go was for political reasons, to keep a tenative hold on my job. Instead, i sent a giftcard, and let it go. I went home and cooked, greek grilled chicken breasts, meatloaf, and sirloin burgers. I puttered around my house, and even read a chapter in my mystery book. My girlfriend Mary heard i was moving to maryland, and invited me over for a long overdue chat. We have been friends for years, the kind of friends that know no boundries of time or commitment, always able to connect, regardless. We drank coffee on her deck in the dark, snuggled in blankets against the chill michigan air. I will miss her.
Saturday, June 26, 2004
Saturday Morning~~
It's bright, and so beautiful out today. I wish i could stay home and enjoy the fruits of yesterday's labors, but, work calls. Afterwards, we are all going to the boss's son's graduation party. I don't want to go. It will be the first time i have seen him since the old-lady-with-the-bed/denying me the credit card fiasco. Oh well, ought to be interesting. Later......
It's bright, and so beautiful out today. I wish i could stay home and enjoy the fruits of yesterday's labors, but, work calls. Afterwards, we are all going to the boss's son's graduation party. I don't want to go. It will be the first time i have seen him since the old-lady-with-the-bed/denying me the credit card fiasco. Oh well, ought to be interesting. Later......
Friday, June 25, 2004
Friday NIght~~
I stayed outside all day today..There was more work then i thought! But it was a pleasure, working my muscles, making everything tidy and healthy as the sun shone down on me. I'm tired now, though. Just the dishes and clean the bathroom...a few minutes of that mystery novel, and zzzzzzzzzzzzz.
I stayed outside all day today..There was more work then i thought! But it was a pleasure, working my muscles, making everything tidy and healthy as the sun shone down on me. I'm tired now, though. Just the dishes and clean the bathroom...a few minutes of that mystery novel, and zzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Friday Morning~~
Just after 8 am and i already have half the backyard mowed.All my flowerbeds need weeding, and i think all my green babies have missed me. I have a MILLION things to do today, on my day off. I am just going to take it one step at a time..or else i will fall prey to overload and overwhelm, and get nothing accomplished but a case of nerves. Maybe tonight a picnic dinner under the willow tree at Swan park...It's a beautiful spot where the lake meets the land, the best of two worlds. I will bring a no-brainer mystery novel, and let go of all the excitement in my head for awhile. That is, if i get the gardening, cleaning, cooking, bill paying, blah, blah blah done first...Later!
Just after 8 am and i already have half the backyard mowed.All my flowerbeds need weeding, and i think all my green babies have missed me. I have a MILLION things to do today, on my day off. I am just going to take it one step at a time..or else i will fall prey to overload and overwhelm, and get nothing accomplished but a case of nerves. Maybe tonight a picnic dinner under the willow tree at Swan park...It's a beautiful spot where the lake meets the land, the best of two worlds. I will bring a no-brainer mystery novel, and let go of all the excitement in my head for awhile. That is, if i get the gardening, cleaning, cooking, bill paying, blah, blah blah done first...Later!
Thursday, June 24, 2004
Thursday Nite~~
One more, just one more blog for the nite. I want to tell a story about when i was traveling in Morocco at 22..I was traveling with my boyfriend, Bob, and we were in Marrekeesh, deep in the medina. You can get lost in the medina, or marketplace, forever. Narrow , ancient brick walkways, covered, so the impression was of a maze, impossible to track. We sat in a tiny shop, with a merchant who dealt in oriental rugs. He served us hot mint tea in tiny cups, so sweet it made my teeth ache. Bob was ten years older then i, and fancied himself a great negotiator.(He later became my first husband, but, THAT'S another story). All the while, our arab host with his dark, steamy eyes kept sweeping messages towards me. Bob was a very jelous man, and we had just had a whopping arguement that morning about our travel plans. Hamid reached into his jealoba(traditional man's coat) and pulled out a handful of gems. I was dumbfounded! He asked for me in trade, the rugs and the gems, for me. I looked deep in Bob's eyes, and i knew that for JUST ONE SECOND he wanted to trade me. It is one thing to fantasize about being taken into white slavery, another thing to live the posibility..I gave him that "couple" look....a look that said"if you don't get me out of here right this minute i will make your life so miserable you will wish you were never born" Bob told him i was "too valuable" to trade..We got the rugs, though. We had them shipped back to the states, and when we divorced, i gave them to him. Very few people know that story...but i can still taste the tea, i can still feel the fear and the excitement, i can still see the colours of the gems sparkling in his large, brown hand....Later..
One more, just one more blog for the nite. I want to tell a story about when i was traveling in Morocco at 22..I was traveling with my boyfriend, Bob, and we were in Marrekeesh, deep in the medina. You can get lost in the medina, or marketplace, forever. Narrow , ancient brick walkways, covered, so the impression was of a maze, impossible to track. We sat in a tiny shop, with a merchant who dealt in oriental rugs. He served us hot mint tea in tiny cups, so sweet it made my teeth ache. Bob was ten years older then i, and fancied himself a great negotiator.(He later became my first husband, but, THAT'S another story). All the while, our arab host with his dark, steamy eyes kept sweeping messages towards me. Bob was a very jelous man, and we had just had a whopping arguement that morning about our travel plans. Hamid reached into his jealoba(traditional man's coat) and pulled out a handful of gems. I was dumbfounded! He asked for me in trade, the rugs and the gems, for me. I looked deep in Bob's eyes, and i knew that for JUST ONE SECOND he wanted to trade me. It is one thing to fantasize about being taken into white slavery, another thing to live the posibility..I gave him that "couple" look....a look that said"if you don't get me out of here right this minute i will make your life so miserable you will wish you were never born" Bob told him i was "too valuable" to trade..We got the rugs, though. We had them shipped back to the states, and when we divorced, i gave them to him. Very few people know that story...but i can still taste the tea, i can still feel the fear and the excitement, i can still see the colours of the gems sparkling in his large, brown hand....Later..
thursday nite~~
I know my brother reads my blogs, and i occasionally make him blush. (Sorry, George.) My sensuality will always be a part of me, i breathe it. I feel very sorry for women who worry about their age..you are always sexy, always beautiful, if you just see the different seasons as beautiful unto themself. Who can tell me that spring is more beautiful then fall? That one perfect red leaf, fallen from a tree, is more exquistite then the yellow daffodil of spring? The lushness of a red tomato from a hot july garden more glorious then the first snowfall of winter?Each are perfect. Each are exquisite. Each are delicious. The trick is to pick the right people.. in the right seasons, to appreciate it with. I don't have to cut my hair because i am not young anymore. I don't have to try to be serious, and wear sensible shoes. I like little lacy panties and jeans. I will wear them till i am eighty. And, of course, my pearls.
Maybe a cold bath for the mermaid tonight....later......
I know my brother reads my blogs, and i occasionally make him blush. (Sorry, George.) My sensuality will always be a part of me, i breathe it. I feel very sorry for women who worry about their age..you are always sexy, always beautiful, if you just see the different seasons as beautiful unto themself. Who can tell me that spring is more beautiful then fall? That one perfect red leaf, fallen from a tree, is more exquistite then the yellow daffodil of spring? The lushness of a red tomato from a hot july garden more glorious then the first snowfall of winter?Each are perfect. Each are exquisite. Each are delicious. The trick is to pick the right people.. in the right seasons, to appreciate it with. I don't have to cut my hair because i am not young anymore. I don't have to try to be serious, and wear sensible shoes. I like little lacy panties and jeans. I will wear them till i am eighty. And, of course, my pearls.
Maybe a cold bath for the mermaid tonight....later......
Thursday nite~~
There is nothing like a warm little pussycat asleep on your lap.Little orange kitty is snuggled up, and i love it. I couldn't wait to get home and write...the last two days were tough ones at work. I had a comfort return yesterday, which means you have to help someone choose a new mattress, find a way to not LOSE money by them choosing a less expensive set, and do it as quickly as possible so you don't lose an "up" while you are doing it. Handled alot of customer service issues too, and followed up with manufacturers.
Today, my first task was to process another cancelation...a king tempurpedic set of mine...2,ooo dollars , POOF! gone from my commission. What can you do? i could have let it make me miserable, but, a salesperson who looks defeated IS defeated, so i kept up my spirits. Twin after twin mattress sales "What's your cheapest twin?" was the mantra today...while Pat had people coming in saying "I need two queen sets, one for me and one for my wife, and a full set for the guest room"..JEEESHHHHHH! I still did my best, and kept my faith that God will take care of me tucked tight to my heart, because, somehow, He always does.
The ultimate temptation came at five minutes to nine pm, just FIVE minutes before closing time. One of Garry's customer's came in with his card to show her husband the bed she had looked at on tuesday with him. For a minute, i was tempted...It would have been so easy to chat them up, have them try a few more beds, and take half the sale.Doing the wrong thing is so easy to rationalize..."but he has stolen so much from me!" "but, i gave him extra ups tuesday because he couldnt sell a thing!" The bottom line is, two wrongs don't make a right. I wrote up the sale in his name, only.God will take care of me, right? sigh....later.
There is nothing like a warm little pussycat asleep on your lap.Little orange kitty is snuggled up, and i love it. I couldn't wait to get home and write...the last two days were tough ones at work. I had a comfort return yesterday, which means you have to help someone choose a new mattress, find a way to not LOSE money by them choosing a less expensive set, and do it as quickly as possible so you don't lose an "up" while you are doing it. Handled alot of customer service issues too, and followed up with manufacturers.
Today, my first task was to process another cancelation...a king tempurpedic set of mine...2,ooo dollars , POOF! gone from my commission. What can you do? i could have let it make me miserable, but, a salesperson who looks defeated IS defeated, so i kept up my spirits. Twin after twin mattress sales "What's your cheapest twin?" was the mantra today...while Pat had people coming in saying "I need two queen sets, one for me and one for my wife, and a full set for the guest room"..JEEESHHHHHH! I still did my best, and kept my faith that God will take care of me tucked tight to my heart, because, somehow, He always does.
The ultimate temptation came at five minutes to nine pm, just FIVE minutes before closing time. One of Garry's customer's came in with his card to show her husband the bed she had looked at on tuesday with him. For a minute, i was tempted...It would have been so easy to chat them up, have them try a few more beds, and take half the sale.Doing the wrong thing is so easy to rationalize..."but he has stolen so much from me!" "but, i gave him extra ups tuesday because he couldnt sell a thing!" The bottom line is, two wrongs don't make a right. I wrote up the sale in his name, only.God will take care of me, right? sigh....later.
Wednesday, June 23, 2004
Wednesday Night~~
I am lonely tonight. I want to be held, to be kissed, to have someone put their arm around me because i am their lady.I am tired of being strong, and capable, and the rock others depend on. I have made my choice to be with Rikk, and to be loyal and loving though we are seperated, so, i will have to deal with it. Time for a long bath and bubbles and a serious peptalk with myself. Guess i am just tired of being a "one". Later...
I am lonely tonight. I want to be held, to be kissed, to have someone put their arm around me because i am their lady.I am tired of being strong, and capable, and the rock others depend on. I have made my choice to be with Rikk, and to be loyal and loving though we are seperated, so, i will have to deal with it. Time for a long bath and bubbles and a serious peptalk with myself. Guess i am just tired of being a "one". Later...
Wednesday Morning~~
Wanted to mention...Remember the little old lady who wanted to return her bed? After all that fuss (and i am still in trouble over it!) Lenny told me they took it back, and charged her 250.00 for the trouble. She ended up happy with the store, and they are going to donate the mattress for a tax write-off. It would have been so much easier if they had done that in the first place, like i suggested...oh, well...it ended okay, and that's what matters.
G. was back to his old self, grouchy and negative.Deb and Lenny seem to be deepening their business relationship, and Dave is still in the hospital..Me? I was totally focused on sales, and let all else float away. I laughed and made friends with all the strangers who came through the door, just by being myself. I wrote 3,400.~~ not a bad day at all.Time to jump in the shower and do it again...later.
Wanted to mention...Remember the little old lady who wanted to return her bed? After all that fuss (and i am still in trouble over it!) Lenny told me they took it back, and charged her 250.00 for the trouble. She ended up happy with the store, and they are going to donate the mattress for a tax write-off. It would have been so much easier if they had done that in the first place, like i suggested...oh, well...it ended okay, and that's what matters.
G. was back to his old self, grouchy and negative.Deb and Lenny seem to be deepening their business relationship, and Dave is still in the hospital..Me? I was totally focused on sales, and let all else float away. I laughed and made friends with all the strangers who came through the door, just by being myself. I wrote 3,400.~~ not a bad day at all.Time to jump in the shower and do it again...later.
Wednesday morning~~
Stayed up too late last night, talking to Todd and his girlfriend. He mentioned his left arm was aching, and that scared me. When he was 11, he was diagnosed with ventricular tachycardia. In essence, its a misfire in the heart's electrical system,causing it to race. He took pills to control it for 5 years, and then at 16 decided he was healed...It was a miracle, because, he WAS. That was a tough 5 years, not knowing if my child was going to die, and trying to just go about the everyday business of life.
Those first days of his illness, the ride in the ambulance, the week in intensive care..no money, no insurance, and a husband who came to the hospital reeking of vodka..Prayer was my constant companion,my way through it all..as it remains today.
Stayed up too late last night, talking to Todd and his girlfriend. He mentioned his left arm was aching, and that scared me. When he was 11, he was diagnosed with ventricular tachycardia. In essence, its a misfire in the heart's electrical system,causing it to race. He took pills to control it for 5 years, and then at 16 decided he was healed...It was a miracle, because, he WAS. That was a tough 5 years, not knowing if my child was going to die, and trying to just go about the everyday business of life.
Those first days of his illness, the ride in the ambulance, the week in intensive care..no money, no insurance, and a husband who came to the hospital reeking of vodka..Prayer was my constant companion,my way through it all..as it remains today.
Tuesday, June 22, 2004
Tuesday Morning~~
Good Morning, world! Before first impressions fade, more on maryland. We arrived friday, mid afternoon. I walked up the wide brick steps to the porch, and into the house.. A dream come true..There were the sunlit rooms with buttercream walls and high ceilings. Creaky oak floors and cutglass doorknobs. The fireplace, and the dining room built for good food, laughter, and best of all, family. And that was the essence of the whole trip.Family, that ever expanding tribe I belong to.
The natural beauty of the area? Imagine walking on a sugursand beach, with a herd of wild ponies beside you. Listen to the sea whisper it's secrets. Smell the salt in the air, as the wind blows your hair.
It's calling me home.
Good Morning, world! Before first impressions fade, more on maryland. We arrived friday, mid afternoon. I walked up the wide brick steps to the porch, and into the house.. A dream come true..There were the sunlit rooms with buttercream walls and high ceilings. Creaky oak floors and cutglass doorknobs. The fireplace, and the dining room built for good food, laughter, and best of all, family. And that was the essence of the whole trip.Family, that ever expanding tribe I belong to.
The natural beauty of the area? Imagine walking on a sugursand beach, with a herd of wild ponies beside you. Listen to the sea whisper it's secrets. Smell the salt in the air, as the wind blows your hair.
It's calling me home.
Sunday, June 20, 2004
Sunday Night.~
Home safe. Too tired, too wired, to write. I am just going to copy the beginning of my trip, that i wrote longhand, in desperation to blog, thursday nite.
Thursday, 10pm.
" I am writing this in true mermaid fashion, sitting in the bathtub of the Red Roof Inn, in Monroeville,Pa.The tub is not deep, but the water is hot, and embraces me. Justin and I should still be on the road, about 2 hours from Berlin, Md, but we ran into such ferocious rain in the mountains we finally said," Enough."
What has me still shaking, though, is this. We left at 2pm, sunny skies and high spirits. Justin is a fabulous copilot, and played music that perfectly fit our mood. At 7:15 pm, we stopped for gas, and that's when the sky began to gush. Twice I lost sight, as a sheet of water covered the windshield. No choice, just grip the wheel and point forward, unseeing. We had just gotten into the Pittsburgh area, which is near the Allegany Mountains.Traffic stopped, and then we saw it...A red compact car, crushed, with 4 firemen and the jaws of life, trying to extract a woman trapped in the drivers seat. One minute later,we gazed in horror at the cause... a semi, flipped, wheels still spinning..Who hit who? Was it the rain, jetting 10 feet high over the median, and the flash flood spilling over the roadway? Was it the darkening mountain mist, or the foolishness of 80 miles an hour in hazardous conditons? And what about me, so frightened and so game, traveling these mountains that others take for granted,( not afraid to drive? )All I know is, 15 minutes before we saw the accident, J. and I were alone on the freeway, somehow escaping the rush of cars. The clouds had rolled in, the sky black as pitch to the east, where we were headed.And suddenly, there it was, a perfect double rainbow, framed by mountain mist and placid farmland. I slowed, and J. shot pictures, in awe of the magic in the sky. Did that 15 minutes keep US from being that little red car? That was the slim window of opportunity. Did the angels save us?Was it just simple timing? Hmmn.....
And that was the start of the trip....tomorrow, always tomorrow., this mermaid is going to take off her clothes, snuggle deep in her familiar, lovely bed...and sleep. Later..
Home safe. Too tired, too wired, to write. I am just going to copy the beginning of my trip, that i wrote longhand, in desperation to blog, thursday nite.
Thursday, 10pm.
" I am writing this in true mermaid fashion, sitting in the bathtub of the Red Roof Inn, in Monroeville,Pa.The tub is not deep, but the water is hot, and embraces me. Justin and I should still be on the road, about 2 hours from Berlin, Md, but we ran into such ferocious rain in the mountains we finally said," Enough."
What has me still shaking, though, is this. We left at 2pm, sunny skies and high spirits. Justin is a fabulous copilot, and played music that perfectly fit our mood. At 7:15 pm, we stopped for gas, and that's when the sky began to gush. Twice I lost sight, as a sheet of water covered the windshield. No choice, just grip the wheel and point forward, unseeing. We had just gotten into the Pittsburgh area, which is near the Allegany Mountains.Traffic stopped, and then we saw it...A red compact car, crushed, with 4 firemen and the jaws of life, trying to extract a woman trapped in the drivers seat. One minute later,we gazed in horror at the cause... a semi, flipped, wheels still spinning..Who hit who? Was it the rain, jetting 10 feet high over the median, and the flash flood spilling over the roadway? Was it the darkening mountain mist, or the foolishness of 80 miles an hour in hazardous conditons? And what about me, so frightened and so game, traveling these mountains that others take for granted,( not afraid to drive? )All I know is, 15 minutes before we saw the accident, J. and I were alone on the freeway, somehow escaping the rush of cars. The clouds had rolled in, the sky black as pitch to the east, where we were headed.And suddenly, there it was, a perfect double rainbow, framed by mountain mist and placid farmland. I slowed, and J. shot pictures, in awe of the magic in the sky. Did that 15 minutes keep US from being that little red car? That was the slim window of opportunity. Did the angels save us?Was it just simple timing? Hmmn.....
And that was the start of the trip....tomorrow, always tomorrow., this mermaid is going to take off her clothes, snuggle deep in her familiar, lovely bed...and sleep. Later..
Thursday, June 17, 2004
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