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Thin ice


Most people I mean the ones who are fortunate to own half a brain and then use it. You know those kind of humans are causious even avoid it when there’s thin ice around and this is the opening season for ice.

I love those squared off chunks in my beverages in a tall glass…humm so refreshing! Nothing like a Coca Cola  poured over frozen cubes, like a child I rush in to vaccuum up all the tiny bubbles before they disappear.  More often than not a chilled soda pop does the trick.  Then there are days like say this one where I could give my left arm for a margarita doused liberally in  Corralejio tequila (my personal favorite.)  Outside my day needed to be closed much earlier than it was drinking isn’t my style and prohibited by my trade. This though it may not be me it still goes on with all the don’t get to do lists. I swear this tally is the length of my right forearm and this is the reason for not giving up this particular limb for a binge. That arm is way too busy tracking what I hate about my job, don’t even want know what it would takes to make a transfer so the left side of me is expendable should I ever deside its worth letting go of, for now I’ll keep both arms firmly attached and the fermented agave in the bottle.

I sure have a nasty habit of going wayward in my blogs, guess you can see why I called myself the Lost Lamb. So to get back on course which is this winter’s embrace. That kind gift of ice it so generously embellishes everything it can get it’s frosty breath on. There’s icicles beauties to behold, geodesic designs on window panes bringing a cozy warm cheer and what about how it forms into sculptures using tree trunks as their foundations a fest to look apond. Oh how I sighed passing frozen ponds imagining old flicks of skaters outdoors dressed wearing plush ear and hand muffs just like Norman Rockwell’s Saturday Evening Posts. This lasted less than a half second of being lost in make believe memories.

I enjoy a good fantasy and to have it shortened by a meer second is just fine in my book but what makes it go away was well I gotta keep my eyes on the road especially to the  ugly side of beauty in winter. Yeah there’s a true hideous nature held in its infamous doings… black ice.

Yep I said it black ice. We all know it those who have lived in weather. So like everyone else I hate it with a passion. Hate is a strong word I know but I do have tremendous respect for the power this kind of ice welds which is why I tend let it have it’s way. It can have all the highway and walkways at night as I avoid being out when ever possible.

As a single mother this didn’t work out so well avoiding winter and as a pizza delivery person not at all! I ran out into the storms while all others came indoors. Now that I am driving a truck this should be no big deal and to say it isn’t is a bold face lie. I am terrified. I’ve seen the consequences of being out in nasty weather. I’ve also dealt with the impact of inexperienced drivers on black ice. I didn’t like the results then and it doesn’t sit well with me as a beginner truck driver. Oh rhe accidents I’ve seen with rigs.

Personally I have no idea on how anyone gets any satisfaction out of this line of work. So far I cannot win for losing. Runs are always behind, never making deadlines. Sometimes its in scheduling, usually in my case its getting loaded phase that places a dent in travel. At this moment being unloaded at one causing another new load to be on crunch time. Last load its all of the above and them some.

I was going to rattled on but a new follower has very sweetly begun following my blog. Yippy! My phone is still holding me back from ‘Likes’ and follow buttons and being so exhausted I can’t get his blog page right so you can check it out. At any rate his is an wake up call. I shouldn’t be complaining whem so many are seriously doing worst. Yes I am homeless but I do have this truck shielding me from the elements and harm to a certain extend.

Wake up calls are good and I know it but why can’t I snap out of this fear of driving? It circles over my head by day creeps into my nights invading my dreams and at the same time I hear my grandbaby’s voice through the phone and I miss her so. So all I think about is this will pass once I accept this situation. Embrace my fear but I cannot. Oh I try I laugh at my partners jokes, they really are funny you know. He’s a good man good company. But with trucking comes sleep deprivation and when I’m exhausted I can’t keep all the good juices flowing. Words from what little I know from the Bible. Today its ‘ as I walk through the valley of death I will fear no evil’. Think I need a more uplifting word from The Book.

Worst part is winter won’t be offical for another week or so. A tent maybe I should buy one….humm…thinking out loud. Skating on thin ice is not in my nature anymire than downing a bottle of tequila.


What came with the November breeze

November is so different from October and if I were to do a comparison study it would be way too unfair for November.  One thing I detest about this month that time change. Dark before 5 pm rolls around? Please that alone ruins it! Thanksgiving should be awesome – not! For those alone or always having to work it. Which was my case. When the kids were young I was at work, now they are grown I get an incredible reminder of my status.

Not to make out November all bad, the walks on the path are interesting, plants rapidly take on new looks, fewer people but the one that are there are serious and have the cameras ready to catch that last breath before winter closes in. Cooking up heartier meals helps make up for suddenly finding forty thirty a good hour for snoozing. When the boys were young made my life much easier getting them back indoors, lacking employment and any hopes of landing a job before the EDD runs out, I just want to escape through the dreams of a better life.

About now you are wondering what came in through the breeze of November?

Good time to and the place it all began was just the other day. I had to take that dreadful drive to the DMV. So yes I didn’t expect to notice anything or have an experience worth blogging over and here I am having a chat over it. First thing once getting into the DMV’s parking lot were actual parking spaces and this mind you was way past noon because I was not too keen on coming mostly for the reasons of not wanting to hand over my small volumes of cash. Hard enough to pay the bills then getting unexpected costs gets my goat.  So here I was in the no appointment line, in which when I did get to the front he suggested an appointment for the next day, guessing they didn’t have much help so I took advantage of his kind gesture. Completely ignoring how it used up fuel. On my way back took a different route needed kitty litter, stopped at a K Mart.

This was the beginning of that November breeze, the store was frightfully so sad. Parking lot kind of full, and must have been vehicles belonging to employees, One checker and no one in line and customers well let’s just say must have been hidden, didn’t lay eyes on more than two other people. Everyone knows they and Sears are in trouble, the rumors have been going around for years and let’s just say I possibly these could be more than rumors now. The store had the same feeling as Woolworth’s, Cornet’s dinosaurs of my youth.

Names could go longer but what would the point be? They are history. Of course all the news is the poor old Twinkies and Hostess products, the brand names of my youth vanishing. Why would this matter so much to me? I can’t recall the last Hostess product purchased by me, didn’t have them in my cupboards for my sons flatly because it wasn’t in the budget. As a seventh and eighth grader Twinkies and a hot dog was my main lunch, the staples very happily replaced my brown bag lunch that was prepared by me not my mom. She rarely ever got up to see us off so no I was sick of eating PB&J’s.

A lot of products and ideals have gone to the way side, problem is it’s November and having this information breezing past the vacant trees and dimly lit afternoons drives another nail into the coffin with more notice. Doesn’t help when my skin has this reptilian appearance, ruining any possible thought of being young anymore. I don’t mind not being in my prime anymore and would set with more grace if I were gainfully employed making up a viable citizen, is all I am saying.

However like the plants that are now showing very little in life when they are really storing up energy and they do have solid plans to return more gloriously than they were before the months of winter. So should I right? Wonder if I could do it as tastefully and as graceful as they do? Hummm?

As much as I hated saying good byes to October and it seems some of the products that had pictures of my grandmother, my father, sister tied to them, the easy life of my childhood. Sure there was pain attached to all of the above there was a lot of good times too. Even in those taboo T.V ads of the Marlboro , Lucky Strikes and the Pabst Blue Ribbon beer that have been gone a long time. Do you think the grandparents felt this way when Neil Armstrong took that first step on the moon? Hard to keep up with the November breeze these days, isn’t it?