Woke up This Morning with a Blue Moon in My Eye

Woke yesterday to the first big fog of the fall. Today the first big rain. No, it really doesn't rain every day in Seattle.



I was with a friend in Iowa heading for a fun night in Des Moines. Fog rolled in, worst fog I have ever been in. I am not talking about the friend either. He drove this little MG. Really little. Door on the passenger side was held shut with baling wire. The heating system was mostly our breath. We were laughing so hard that it kept the MG almost toasty. We travelled quite a distance before I, being the appointed lookout could see past the end of the car and ... oh oh we were heading up the wrong way on the interstate highway!!!!



He thought it was hilarious...

I think we u-turned and went back to the farm and made chili

This stirs up another memory.. my sister and a muddy road

Sicka Sickabee

Wella,
it was a long trip to get there and a long trip back.
First leg I had the opportunity to spend 7 hours enjoying what the Cincinnati airport had to offer. Then NWA/Delta lost my suitcase. It was delivered the next day only to find that someone had tossed it. Snooped to the extent of removing the bubble wrap so carefully placed around two bottles of wine. All of the contents had been gone through. The only thing that went missing was a sample package of Prvovigil I brought along to thwart a serious case of jet lag. I wanted nothing to get in the way of my visit with my sister.
My visit was so short, time flew we visited much but not enough. I feel a sense of urgency to make sure she knows how important she is....I want desperately for her to know that I am so sorry for being such a stink, brat and a totally crappy sister. I wish I could go back and be there when she needed someone..and no one was there. I want so much to not have been the Gatekeeper of the secret that haunts us to this day. She comforts me and tells me it was not my fault but I am bent with the weight of the guilt.
The trip home was hard...I did not want to leave. I wanted to stay and help her get her yard back into shape, secret some boxes and junk out of the garage and help her organize a place for her to go to do her beloved art.
I see Hattiegrace has made a visit and hope that her wishes and mine come true!!
My luggage was searched on the trip back but this time things were not a mess and the TSA left this nice little card. Am I the only one that feels violated by these searches? I really couldn't wait to wash all my clothing especially my undies.....yeeechh!
Work was a pressure cooker when I got there..(maybe it was just me, I only had two hours of sleep). By Friday morning my throat was itchy and I was wheezing so bad it reminded me of the of all the cartoon characters of long past that used to cough and wheeze after inhaling a big old stogie. My weekend off was spent gulping Advil and trying to breathe.
This road traveled was bittersweet. I missed my little guy so much. My sister just laughed at me when I was going on a bit too much about how cute he is. I miss D so much.

I am trying to figure out the lesson I am supposed to learn..about why we are on opposite ends of the country.

Thank You

Thank you all for the warm welcome.

I have enjoyed all your "spots" viewing from afar so hope I don't post anything stupid or offending.. I have been known to fall off my soapbox on occasion. Or a boardwalk in Yellowstone Park.. a curb ..


forever moving down the Dirt Road Blues.

Tannka choodeyssisabe ebatector deys lilbe swistah

and a thanks to Jodi Foster.

Roads

Thoughts on traveling that road, where it leads and trying to figure out what it all means.