A Month? For Reals? No Way!

But it appears to be true!

It has been a month since I last wrote a post, Huh, there isn’t even a crummy rough draft in the tool shed to throw at the blog.  This must come to an end, but unless I find some accidental money and hire four extra people I doubt I will ever go long without a long pause.

I did run into a toxic overload right at the same time as my last post.  I traced the beginning of the overload to liming without a mask, a sandwich from Jimmy Johns,  and a bunch of stuff in between, nothing terrible just a lot that added up.  I spent weeks itching in all sorts of places, mostly my eyes, which also looked at one time like the Michelin Tire Man, nose, lips, face, ears, eustachian tubes if only I could get to them… oh, excuse me, the pharyngotympanic tubes.  And a bunch of other places, it went randomly all over, not quite all over all over but almost.  I took four thousand oatmeal, lavender, jojoba oil baths, avoided a bunch of stuff and was basically more miserable for three weeks than usual.  So on top of being slammed busy from normal work and extra storm work and another record breaking rain accumulation the last three months…  argh.

I was looking, am still looking, at purchasing the perfect label maker for VF&G, in my research I came across a productivity guru.  So I ordered his book, print and audio, from the library.  Very good.  I’ll tell you about it when we implement his ideas.  Anywho, he says in the beginning of his spiel, that within four weeks there will be something tossed into your life that knocks you off balance, makes you have to recalibrate.  I may have been skeptical about a few things that he has said, but not that.  I know that is true.  I wouldn’t even have to wait until four weeks, I’d say weekly I have stuff come up that throws me off of what I had intended to do, the direction I was headed, my goals, or vision.

During the ice storm that not only threw us off then, it is the gift that just keeps on giving, while cleaning off the tarp garage over the trailer I fell from the ladder into an ice bank.  I looked down and was staring at the bottom of my boot, ow.  I limped big time that week, first I cried, nobody was home, so I just sat and cried, then I limped.  It’s been sorta tender off and on since but then all of a sudden round the first of April it started to hurt like I first injured it.  This last weekend boy howdy pain.  So today I bought a stabilizer and I have it on right now, I hope it works.

But this last Saturday really threw Dirt and I.  He had a shearing job out on the Peninsula.  To make it worth his time he took his bike.  Motersickle.  And he asked if any one wanted to come with him.  I passed on a few trips last year and I think I ended up on only one bike trip.  Determined not to end the year like that again this year I opted to go in spite of knee deep work, oh wait that’s the mud, the work is neck deep.  Any way off we went. 

An hour plus and we arrived, sheared three sheep, on the last one Dirt sheared off a growth on its shoulder (common occurrence) ugly and gross, time to go.  I went to put my helmet on and my head lit on fire.  Bee sting.  Dirt was insensitively yelling at me but that was because the bee was still on my head and I was risking a second stinging in his world.  Bee gone, on the road again.

We stopped at Costco.  Got off the bike put helmets and jackets in a basket (cart)  and headed to the door.  I had put my ear buds in my ears to block out the fact that I was in public in less than stellar conditions.  All of a sudden commotion erupts, Dirt is looking around weird like, a woman is throwing her baby at another woman, the ear buds come out, I hear screaming and Dirt takes off away from the front door towards the parking lot exit.

A motorcyclist, a crotch rocket rider actually, was leaving work, sped through to the exit lane popped a wheelie, hit an SUV and slammed head on into a mid size truck. 

Dirt helped another Costco employee keep him still.  Blood was coming out of the helmet, they didn’t move his head, body parts were not pointing in the right directions.   The professionals arrived and took over. Dirt came back up to where I was waiting for him.  I knew I could not handle any more extra trauma in my life and there were plenty of people taking care of the situation.  I did at one point want to go and minister to the drivers of the vehicles, been there done that, I know how devastating it can be to not cause someone’s death but be part of the collision.  Ugh.  But I could feel myself already not doing well, numbing out, so I chose to wait.  Dirt rejoined me and we went into Costco.  Is he dead? I asked. 

No.

Will he be? 

He’s in bad shape but he’s alive. 

No more asking.

How were the other drivers? 

The guy in the truck is tough.

Why are we here?

Ham.

Sausage too?

Yeah.

Numb ride the rest of the way home, not scared, numb.  Some poor mom.  Her day just got ruined.  I think of it every time I have to wave at an oncoming bike (rules of the road, you wave at other bikers) and when they are crotch rockets, I wanna give them a wave of a different kind.  I think of the three yahoos who go down my highway regularly, at top speed on one tire.  Man that makes me angry, someday they are going to ruin someone’s day, life, and their poor moms’.

Dang.

Numb

Selfish people.

Dang.

Enjoyed Easter with our kids and their kids.  It was a great day.  Beautiful, sunny, reconciling Resurrection celebration with others who know, understand, it was very good.   After everyone left Dirt checked on Jordan, he didn’t make it.  Dang.

Yes, there is at least one thing monthly that shakes your world.