Dancing with Doris was a good choice this summer.
I am pretty sure I found this somewhere on the net earlier this year. I may have even used it before! It is apt. My beat this summer has been interesting. Fall has arrived and I'm headed back to the states in a more than two weeks. I cannot worry about mom. She'll survive or not as the case may be. I cannot take charge, she'll resent me to bits if I do. I'd rather have (can't believe I am typing this!) a mess after death, than her angry with me while she lives.
Dancing with Doris was a good choice this summer.
One of my favorite busy songs comes from VeggieTales. 'Much, much, too busy for you today..busy, busy, frightfully busy, frightfully busy today.'
Yup, me! I am just dropping a note to say my next notes will be from Alaska or mayhap the Seattle airport!
Although, the rest of the song isn’t quite applicable. Oh, wait. ‘endless road reminds you.’ Those words work perfectly well!
I have decided to take chances, embrace new experiences, expose myself to new adventures, and see where the fork in the road goes. Apparently, the fork needs its own place. Earlier this year, I drove to the Tri Cities and back. Back was bad. Back was a ridiculous foray into how fast can Kris get lost in less than 8 blocks. Up was also bad, but it wasn’t dark and rainy and I had phone assistance. Back was awful. I should have stayed the night up there. Thankfully, the middle of the adventure was GREAT fun!
This new experience was also GREAT FUN! The up wasn’t too bad, the back was amusing. I was able to read some parts of Through the Looking Glass’. It was a perfect read for such a predicament. The first part of the adventure was driving. My car appeared to not have AC. This was frustrating, it was working on Saturday. The little blue AC light came on, but the car was blowing hot air. (I know some politicians like that, but I digress.) I got to my destination and a new young friend raised up the hood of my car and it was able to get somewhat cooled off for several hours.
On the way back, things were not so cool. I needed gas, but decided to wait and get it later. I did. I also discovered I absolutely need to remember to fill my own gas tank more often. Dingy (as in bell, not needing a bath) damsel in distress is a role I play too often! It was good practice for part two. I was keeping an eye on the heat gauge thingy, it was creeping to H, but appeared ok. I decided the rest stop outside of Prosser was too out of the way to stop. Those warning bells rang hard, but I ignored them. The next few miles were construction and up steep hills. KC (the car) did NOT like that. Her gauge went clear over to H where it stayed for several miles, the check engine light came on, my eyes frantically looked for a place to pull over in a NO PARKING zone, and my words became frantic pleas to God to help me out of this mess. The gauge dropped to the mid zone, the light went off, I came off the grooved pavement onto normal worn roads. I wondered if I could get to one of the next towns and as I was climbing another hill, I heard a ticking noise as I pressed the gas pedal. The gauge went back to the giant red H. I let up on the gas and the noise stopped. It was a hill; I needed to at least pull over onto the verge. I obviously was NOT going to make it anywhere else. Suddenly, I noticed as I was pressing the pedal to the metal, the speedometer was going DOWN not up. ‘How curious,’ I thought to myself, in panic mode. I made it to the edge of the road, stopped the car, pressed on the hazard light, placed my head in my hands and cried. Briefly. I called The Craftsman for help. Several hot sweaty minutes went by before he called back. A tow truck was on the way. About an hour or so. In my car, on the freeway, surrounded by zooming cars, brush, hills, dirt, wondering what to do next. I laughed as I wiped sweat dripping off my flesh onto my clothes. My hands were slick with sweat as I determined what to do in my wait. Texted a couple of people (one was a happy accident), checked my insulin (it was still slightly chilled—about the only thing around which was!!), drank lukewarm (it was HOT by the time rescue arrived) water (remembering warm water when you are hot is better to drink than cold), then joined Alice in her own crazy adventures ‘Through the Looking Glass.’ I had two police persons stop by. The nice man rolled my passenger window down for me (they both checked I had water), chatted for a bit, saying he was sorry this had to happen in WA. (I was, too. I know a ton more people closer to Oregon!). The friendly woman officer gave me my exact location, which came in handy when I called the tow truck who was looking for me. She stuck around while I called him. We found he was about 10 miles or so away.
Eventually, I was found. It appears the tow truck driver is a shirttail cousin on the patriarchal side. (You can’t get away from connections, even stranded on a highway!) We chatted all the way back to Pendelton. I took The Craftsman out for dinner; he went back into town with a friend and is picking my car up from the shop, where it was left.
All in all, it was truly an adventure to remember from the minute I left town to the minute I got back. It could have been a ton worse. The car did not catch fire, blow up, or pull any of t hose otherwise Hollywood antics. I had things to do, I had a working cell, it was all ok. I’m all unpacked. I am only going as far as the cities if I leave home again on my own this month. I am going to look for new experiences closer to my own backyard. At least for a few weeks!
In the musical ‘Mary Poppins,’ Michael visits the bank with his dad. The bankers try to get Michael’s tuppence. Dick Van Dyke and his cronies sing about how important it is to invest in their bank. To be a part of plantations of tea and ships on the sea and so much more. Michael wants to use it to feed the birds. One of the characters shouts, ‘All you’ll get is fat birds!’ Michael grabs his tuppence and runs away to do something he feels is more important. It is not giant financial gain, but pleasure and happiness.
You can use both of these together with people. You can put tiny moments on top of each other to build up a greater relationship or scatter those small bits into lives like embers. They will glow and grow and bring light into the world. Investing in people. What an beautiful concept!
I look at myself and see a savings account. Withdrawals are made often to help those ships and plantations, yet for the most part I sit in the bank accruing the 3 cents a month interest. Every so often, it is noticed the account is dwindling and a portion is added. It is almost enough to keep the account active and open. Although, as I reflect on what a friend shared, I am old enough and have been married long enough to be an endowment. (NOTE: the friend did not call me old!!) I’m still safe in the bank, but I’ve got a special name. The interest is used for the good of the family, yet the principle is never touched. Sometimes when things are really good, deposits are made to help out. More than 80% of the additional investments are from outside donations. I sincerely appreciate those, I’d fall into severe depreciation without them. I truly love fat birds!
Another of my favorite songs from Xanadu. Beautiful chords and lovely lyrics.
"February made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died..."
I wrote a paper on this song when I was in college. Don't remember a whole lot about the paper, but the class was great fun. It was about songs of our past. The three musicians Don McLean sings about were amazing awesome performers. I loved their music, even if the songsters died before I was born.
Buddy Holly was one of my very favorites. I know a good many of his tunes by heart. Ritchie Valens was another who sang darn good toe stepping lyrics. Then, there is The Big Bopper. Wow, did he have terrific pipes! Dancing and singing these songs brings their talent to the surface once more. So thankful for what they gave and so sad their lives were cut short in the crash that killed them.
"Who's that I see walkin in these woods?
Why it's Little Red Ridin' Hood
Hey there Little Red Riding Hood
You sure are lookin' good
You're everything a big bad wolf could want
Listen to me, Little Red Ridin' Hood
I don't think little big girls should
Go walkin' in these spooky old woods alone..."
I grew up in Alaska, went to college in Portland, OR and ended up on the coast for 17 years before moving East. Am interested in many different things and am looking forward to sharing them with you!