Day Fifty-one; Footnotes of a Day of Honest Emotions

  It looks as if the neighbors are having a party tonight. Or maybe its just a jam session.  I have heard some drum playing off and on today. I have the main door closed against the cold and the television is actually on, so I can’t hear if they are playing. My son said there was approximately six or so cars down there when he came in. I haven’t looked since so I have no idea, and I really don’t care as long as I don’t hear gunfire or loud arguing.

The temperature went down faster than the sun did, so the dogs have been inside for a while. They were also barking at the party going on so I thought it best to bring them in and quiet them down. Currently, both dogs are asleep at my feet. I haven’t seen the cat all day but I know she’s curled up in here somewhere. She’ll come out when she’s hungry and demanding food.

I’m having to keep a close eye on the feral cats. The birds have discovered the feeder and the cats have discovered the birds. I’ve had to go to the back door twice today to get the cats to leave the birds alone. It isn’t difficult, just show up at the door and the cats run for their hiding places.

 I’m more than a little upset with myself. I’ve kept the wood in the wood stove burning hot. At times I’ve had either the heated throw or the space heater or both turned on. Still, I’ve done my best to remain quiet and not complain, even as I sat shaking. The sun was out, the skies clear. I have electricity, heat and water. Too many others have gone without for days.

People were trapped, people died. And I’m just a little cold. To be fair, if I get cold, I hurt all the way to the bone. I would have never survived  what Texans  just went through.

All I can think of was that had to be a nightmare. A freak weather event, a power grid that failed. Officials that seemed to not care. Texans and many others, because of the storm faced times of either no electricity or rolling black outs. No water, no way to cook, no way to heat.  Huddled together, wrapped in blankets, doing their best. So no, I’m not about to complain.

 I have been in a couple of conversations today. Some were political. Some were health related. I have folks sending me all manner of links to information from all different sides. I watch the videos and read the articles that have links to other sources of information so to check their facts. And, no, I don’t rely simply on their links. I know how to research.

 It bothers me some of what I see going on around us. I worry about what is going on, and what may go on down the road. Then, I realize that worrying is the last thing I should do because this is going to play out as planned. All we can do is wait and pray.

 There was also the conversation with a friend who drives a truck. We were discussing how those who do not drive view the truck driving job. How so many simply see people driving. What they do not realize is that those drivers need a special license earned through training. Those drivers are heavily regulated in what they can and can not do. How long they can drive and how long they must rest. They have schedules to keep. Weather, construction, traffic, wrecks, all can cause them to lose time and risk their not being able to arrive on time, or find a place to stop for the night. Oh yeah, there is nowhere near enough parking for the number of trucks on the road. Shipper, receivers and brokers can and are often a pain. That is only part of the stress they deal with. So yeah, physically, the job is relatively simple. Mentally is a whole different story.

 I was supposed to go to a jeep meet and eat today. I didn’t make it. Mom came up here, seeking a moment of escape. There will be other meetings. Some things are just more important.

Like much later, after my son had come in from work, he wandered back in here and wondered if I wanted to watch the last of the race. Why not? It ended pretty well actually. Ty Gibbs, who was driving his first race in this Xfinity series, and won. Who also couldn’t do a burnout but still that didn’t matter since he won Daytona. Oh, and he’s also only 18 years old. He was also in tears and very honest in his emotions and thoughts over winning. That in itself made it worth watching.

 I have a love hate relationship for days like today. I hate when things don’t work out, but I love when I can learn and grow from them as well. Tomorrow, Lord willing, is another day.

A day without learning, is a day without color

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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2 Responses to Day Fifty-one; Footnotes of a Day of Honest Emotions

  1. Irene Melgoza says:

    A jeep meet sounds like fun. 🙂 Maybe you’ll make it to the next one. I think I’ve mentioned it before…I would like to be the owner of a Jeep Rubicon or Wrangler. I have come across some really nice-looking ones.

  2. They are fun and I hate to keep missing them. My won is a mechanic for a local dealership and often does the check ups of trade in vehicles. Part of that involves driving them and he has driven several really nice Wranglers home. I think he does it on purpose now just to bug me.

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