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Hitchers and Ditchers

It’s been a while – I know!

I don’t know whether to blame my lack of posts on the absence of a laundromat, or just be honest and say I haven’t been doing much of anything I used to do .

I have had a pretty eventful few days however, and thought I would share them with you.

 

Tuesday …

I had tried to call in Tuesday morning due to a flipping sinus infection I’ve had for over a month.  My boss didn’t get my message until it was after the cut off time for me getting to work on time, so the martyr I am, I drug my arse in.

Turns out my arse was tuckered out after an hour and I had permission to take it home.

I reached a spot where there is a final gas station before coming to my town, and there, on the corner of said station was a woman holding a blue gas can with her thumb out.

I ALMOST stopped – having recently encountered being stuck on the side of that very same road not so long ago, but – I’ve seen too many movies and just knew she had an accomplice lurking.

I passed her, then felt awful.

I vowed if I saw a car on the side of the road (no matter which side) I would go back and collect her.

Not. One. Car.

Which, in and of itself is strange because there’s almost always at LEAST one car showing off it’s hazard lights or exposed engine.

This made me curious and yes, I shared it on my Facebook page.

I was then informed by those ‘in the know’ that the lady hitcher was in fact a hooker.

Hey, I have nothing against hookers personally, but felt like an idiot.  And, what if I HAD pulled over?  Then what?  Would she have come clean?  Or got in?  I will never know.

 

Thursday …

Alright, so yesterday, I DID stay home.  I slept harder than I can last remember sleeping.  (If you are comparing that sleep to other times I did while only utilizing one quarter of one nostril to breathe through.)

Between almost drowning from my own condition or suffocating, I did manage to get quite a bit of rest actually and I was super thirsty due to a lot of mouth breathing.  I got up late afternoon craving ice cold iced tea.  I had no iced tea.  I was to venture out of my infirmary and GET some dang iced tea.

So I did.

Now, stick with me here.

I’ve explained before how dangerous our local highway is.  I am very cautious!  I get to the gas station just fine, select some tea and prepare to go home to rest some more.

I pulled out into the median turn lane and to my right, both lanes, lots of cars were coming.  So I wait.

The ATV next to me however, decided they didn’t want to wait.  Oh, and first of all, not sure why he was NEXT to me.  Although, I was pulled over pretty tight to the left to execute my turn.

Regardless, back to the ATV.

The driver gunned it!

And as he arrived (barely) safely on the other side of the highway I realized that the ATV was minus a dog.

Here is the actual road (not during the actual moment obviously) – with very professional exhibit markers for you.

 

There was still throngs of traffic coming and a very stunned looking dog.  Beautiful older collie with a worn bandana.

What to do?

GET THE DOG!

I got out of my car, slowly (as slowly as one can while an animal is in danger of being hit) I approached the pupper and grabbed onto it’s collar.

Across the highway I could hear the passenger, who, evidently was the owner, cursing out the driver in a very big way.

He couldn’t cross to me but he did entertain me as I heard sentences like: “You stupid fucking asshole!”  and “What a stupid idiot!”

I just nodded in agreement and asked the dog if it was okay.

It didn’t answer – just panted and sat looking at me a little stunned.

Finally the owner was able to come to the middle and thanked me and that’s when the gravity of the situation sort of kicked in.

I remember getting into my car.  I remember shaking uncontrollably and I remember making the turn then realizing I didn’t have my seat belt on.

I made it home safely.

But, whoa!

I always like to think I’d react a certain way in different situations – but always suspected I might freeze due to my anxiety.

I was happy I hadn’t frozen.  Because I never could have erased the image of that sweet dog being hit by a car on that highway.

Just as I’ll never be able to look at a blue gas can now without thinking of a hooker.

Rest in Peace Eva.

After hours of conversation,  after this call, we became friends.  Then we had our differences.  Then we ‘forgave’ one another.  Because that is what she taught me.  Thank you Eva for a relationship I will always treasure.

 

Original Interview

 

 

Musings from a Laundry Day – Potatoes and 50!

Oh what a week!

I’ll just get this out of the way – I turned 50 on Wednesday.

To be honest, I didn’t see myself getting out of my 20’s.  So, this milestone was met with a handshake, which graduated to a hug and then a laugh between friends who knew too much about one another.

My work family treated me like a queen.  My husband spoiled me.  My family covered me in love.

I’m excited for what is to come.

ANYWAY!  The older I get, the less it is about me and more about … well, me gardening.  LOL!

After my last post, my potato plant suffered.  Big time.

I decided to be kind and put it down.

I was very surprised by the results!

 

I’m determined to see my garden to fruition, yet, summer is upon us here and we’ll be seeing triple digits soon.

One of the gifts I received was a trio of fledgling plants – tomato, squash and hot peppers.  I have put the squash out in the garden knowing they’re hearty and in an area they can climb.  I’ve also turned my laundry room into a green house for the tomatoes and peppers.

Look at me go!

Ms. Black thumb is having the time of her life.  Her FIVE DECADES of life (lol).

Used to be, gardening was not soothing for me, but after a surprise manicure and pedicure from work, I found myself wanting to reimburse them for the fingers – because they soon found dirt and ruin.

And, I don’t think I’d want it any other way.

 

Musings from a Laundry Day …

It would have been so easy to stay in bed today.  No obligations.  No husband.  No motivation.

Yet, YET!  I got up and did so very much.

We have a lot of catching up to do.

So, today, I went against my best instinct, which was to stay in bed, watch Netflix and snack.

I forced myself out of the house for some things we needed from Home Depot and provisions.

The provisions thing didn’t go too well and pretty sure I’m headed back into town tomorrow.

In fact, the provisions excursion was terrifying!

I was looking for the prepped salad and a few other things.  I found myself like a deer in headlights.  That huge cart, navigating it – a few times, I was behind someone and they apologized.  I told them, “I don’t know where I’m going, there is no rush.”

I literally left with two things.  TWO!  Noodles and chicken sandwiches.

I AM proud I left the house though.

When I returned, I had a plan.

Do EVERYTHING.

Not such a great plan. lol

But, I did work on the garden, the house (OH! That’s where Home Depot comes in.  I replaced god awful eggplant fixtures in the bathroom with lovely ones.)

My ultimate moment though …

 

Here are my babies.

The one to the very right was the experimental plant  It’s in it’s new spot,  Can’t imagine what’s in the flourishing ones!

My little potato next to a penny.

Should I bake it?  A thimble full of sour cream and cheese?  lol

My onions are doing well also … plus a fun(gi) friend. 😉

 

 

Looks like a little alien with it’s hands on it’s face thinking, “Oh, no!”  (To me)

Time to milk the last of my time in the garden and contemplate whether or not to renew that Sam’s Club membership.

Hope everyone is having a productive weekend – better yet,  I hope you’re not, there is nothing wrong with self care!  So if you’re not glove deep in a potato bag, open up a bottle of something and just enjoy your view.

 

Losing a friend meanwhile, getting lost. Grief and Life.

 

Well, it was a long week.  And, I reached out a few times and many posts were not posted.

 

I’ll start with this so you may understand my absence.

 

 

And in the words of Mr. Gump.  That’s all I have to say about that.

 

The weekend she passed … here’s what I was doing.

A hike to Richardson Ranch.  This was the beginning of our adventure.  A friends dog stayed with me, probably because she knew I was the weakest link.

 

Part Two:

The ‘noose tree’  – We found it like that a long time ago.  I truly hope it wasn’t used for it’s intention. I truly hope it was designed to haul folks out of the dirt road.

Part Three: I explore Richardsons’ Ranch.

 

Moved on from there and …

Then this happened.  You know, they say ‘Don’t hike alone’ for a reason.  You could sprain an ankle, be struck by a snake, lose yourself.  Which, in this case, happened.  The lose yourself part.

We got home.

One more thing.  I’m watching ‘A Beautiful Mind’ and the doctor is telling John, “You can’t reason your way out of this!”.  Almost verbatim to my doctor telling me “You can’t smart your way out of this.”  Meaning, the anxiety.

But, I’ve made so much progress.

I can drive home.

I can drive to work.

I still do the rituals – my OCD is not going to leave me soon, but will.

I ask myself, things like:  How many times have you HIT a coyote?

How many times have you been in a crash?

How many times has a steer or rock fell off of the pass onto the road (yes, I thought about those things.)

I used logic, even while panicking.

I still acknowledge the unknown, as well as the very known – every cross on that road I take twice a day – but, now I make things practical in my head.

I don’t know what my friend went through in her last days, but I’m betting she didn’t see a light.  I’m betting no phone call or visit would have changed her state of mind.

 

I am here.

I want to be here.

I am making strives without medicinal help.

 

And – Bye for NOW.