I spend at least an hour in the car each weekday morning (and again each evening). And if I’m really lucky, there is a traffic jam or accident that keeps me gridlocked for upwards of 90 minutes or longer…such has been the case more often than not over the last several weeks. Much like checking out at the supermarket, whichever lane I choose is the wrong one for advancement.
It’s not all bad, though. There’s something to be said for quiet times of contemplation—”quiet” in this context ignores my loud stereo and occasional shouting at other drivers.
Yes, I do some of my best thinking in the car…and promptly forget most of it unless I immediately post to twitter/facebook or dictate to Siri. And then there are the less compelling notions that traverse my synapses. I can’t imagine all of the bizarre things the people behind Siri must hear. Probably drivel along these lines:
I really love the phrase “dog and pony show.” Also, I’d love to see a real dog and pony show; just sounds like fun.
I need a helicopter. I’ve co-piloted an airplane before in flying lessons, can’t be that different. Then I could get a cool flight suit. Plus, then I could say “flight SUIT UP!”
The ability to pilot a flying machine would make me a valuable asset in the zombie apocalypse. There’s a fair chance I could navigate without killing us. And if I didn’t…well it’s probably better to die in a fiery crash than to watch/feel a reanimated corpse gnaw on my entrails.
Actually, I’d be handy even if I couldn’t fly since I can shoot a gun pretty well. I should probably invest in lasik eye surgery before the apocalypse. Trying to keep track of glasses would suck.
Oh, crap! I’m sooooooo sorry, guy behind me. I honestly didn’t see you when I cut over into this lane; you were in my blind spot. Please don’t shoot me. Look, I’m waving to apologize. You’re waving back, so that means we’re good, right? Huh, that’s not waving.
There are Hannah Montana and Jonas Brothers songs on my iPod. This should embarrass me, and I should skip them. It doesn’t, and I don’t.
Pretty sure I had no idea what the words of ‘Whoomp! There It Is’ meant when I was a 6th-grader. Glad there’s no one around to hear my giggles. Gotta skip this one.
I should probably get around to watching The Matrix some day.
“I’m so fancy…something something something…in the fast lane, from L.A. to Tokyo.”
Wait, was that an armadillo? When did armadillos start living this far north? I’ve gotta call my mom.
After some time on the coast, we traveled inland for the duration of our vacation. Rustic and charming, Weasku Inn in Grants Pass served as our ‘home base’ for a couple of days, thus positioning us for some nice day trips.
Two hours or so northeast lies Crater Lake National Park, which was resplendent in some 3 feet of snow (still below average precipitation). Though we didn’t wander far from any of the nicely cleared roads, our scratch-the-surface experience yielded magnificent sights. Narnia itself couldn’t match the splendor.
Packing our snow pants and parkas proved a wise decision, as we donned them for our Crater Lake expedition. The walk from the visitor center to the crater’s rim extended only a couple dozen yards—a misleading fact when combined with attempts at staying upright on the snow.
Have you ever watched dogs try to walk in deep snow? It’s really quite an entertaining show. Our dogs, Scout and Shadow, are mixed breeds with some Husky and Malamute heritage (respectively); as such, they LOVE snow, especially when they’re off-leash. They’ll bound through and wallow in it with great fervor until their thick, furry coats are covered with little snowballs.
The only problems arise when the snow is deeper than a few inches. If they can’t easily jump their way through, they try to walk atop the snow pack. They might be navigating along on the surface just fine and then blammo! they sink down and end up shoulder-high in snow. Occasionally Shadow will then use her girth to tunnel her way through and Scout will follow; Severus says they “travel single file to hide their numbers.” My fellow Star Wars fans can appreciate the humor therein.
At any rate, Severus and I gained full empathy for the dogs when we experienced this phenomenon for ourselves. There were times when we walked along without incident and others when we failed to adequately distribute weight and plunged hip-deep in snow. No manner of snow pants and hiking boots can keep you completely dry when the cold wetness is forced up inside of one’s pantleg.
The moral of the story: Rent the snowshoes next time!
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Severus brought my doggies to visit me over lunchtime today. I had my doubts about them coming, since they’re not used to being out in public. As it turns out, taking a Scout & Shadow break in the middle of the day is surprisingly great!
Here’s a picture of them during our walk near the Liberty Memorial…
I’ve had a little trouble collecting my thoughts over the last week or so. There’s plenty of material to share, from funny Pete & Sherry memories and life lessons to tales of mob mentality at an ornament collectors’ event I worked the day before Pete’s passing.
Hoping to get it all out of my head after I push past a couple of deadlines at work.
In the meantime, I offer this video of my doggies being silly…
Maybe you’re having a bad day or rough week. Or maybe you’re perfectly happy. Either way, you *need* to take a short 3.5-minute break to watch this video. It’s sure to bring a smile to your face.
And if it doesn’t, I’m not sure we can be friends anymore.
Please note, this video isn’t my property. I’m just sharing because it’s amazing!