Well that was an interesting day.
Since the rain was scheduled to stop about mid day I had agreed to meet at the church to help change the sign. I sat here waiting for time to head out. I talked with mom on the phone, I talked with my son on the phone. I finally called in the dogs and headed for the church. I had forgotten one very important thing. CSX is making repairs on the train tracks and crossings. Since the small town I had to pass through has a main street and another main road going in the same direction with train tracks right down the middle. There are five crossings from one side to the other through town. I had passed two that were open, then found that the main crossing and the one after it were both barricaded. As I pulled up to the last crossing in town, it was a bottleneck. But yet, everyone was playing fair with the your turn my turn. It was interesting and tense as an eighteen wheeler crossed the tracks and had to make a very tight right turn. I can’t help but think if it had not been a day cab that driver would not have managed that turn. I was surprised at how far back the cars had stayed back to allow the driver to make that turn. I finally got across and headed for the church.
As I made my way, I noticed all the vehicles on the tracks as the company worked on the repairs. There had to have been a minimum of twenty vehicles on the tracks in the three miles between the town and church. I’m wondering if they will be blocking the crossing to the church come Sunday.
On the way I received a call from the one who does my taxes. Rather than talk while driving, I told them I would call them back once I was finished with the sign. Which I did. I found out that… If anyone asks, how poor are you? I’m so poor, bringing in so little money from my social security, that technically I don’t have to file. They are filing it anyway, just for kicks and giggles. My son owes, but not much, and he would rather owe than allow the government to use his money for free. As far as my finances, I’m not worried, everything gets paid and our needs are met. My son is paying his part of the bills and that helps. I made an appointment for Monday to finish up the filing and paying for the service.
After the call I started out again. I was going to a big box store that I don’t visit often as I don’t care for their parking. It doesn’t help that the layout is so different than I am accustomed. Once I arrived I found a decent place to park and headed inside. Out of curiosity I looked and they had the eye drops I have not been able to find at the usual store. They did not have the dog food my mother buys for her dog, but they did have a treat she was looking for. Then, I went to look for the item I had come after. The item that checking online had said this store had in stock. The steel toed boots that my son likes in his size. The first thing I noticed, is that there is absolutely no organization to those boots. It looked for all the world as if someone had come along and just tossed boxes onto the shelves. I was determined though and began my search. I started on one end and began making my way down the row. Checking the boxes in front and shoving them out of the way to see what was hidden behind. Finally about two thirds of the way down I found the boots he likes in his size. Pulling the box from the back I opened it and double checked to make sure the right boot was in the box, both boots were the same size and had a right and left. I then headed for check out. Since the boots were not in a bag, I was prepared as I reached the exit. I was holding out the receipt before I ever reached the gentleman at the door. Once outside I got everything and me in the car and headed for home.
When I pulled in my driveway I noticed something odd. Someone had filled a mud hole at the end of my driveway with gravel. I have no idea who did it, or why. I can understand filling the holes in the dirt road, but this was my driveway. I’m not complaining mind you, just confused and thankful. Though with it being the really small gravel, I’m not sure how long it will last before sinking into the ground.
And, thanks to calling mom to let her know I was home, I now know that I’ll be taking her to the grocery store tomorrow for a head of cabbage and what ever else she remembers she needs while there. Its all good. While up there, I may stop in a local dollar type store for a dish drainer as mine is looking rough.
Sitting here now, sipping herbal tea and listening to River Monsters on the television. Both dogs are stretched out near me sound asleep. The night is dark though a fog has settled in. I hope that it lifts early, the rain this morning made the roads a nightmare according to the radio. For tonight though, it is quiet. It is peaceful bringing a deep feeling of contentment. A day of accomplishment, of good news, of finding the illusive boot. It was a day that we made it home safely once again. For all of which I am thankful. Sitting here reflecting, I can acknowledge that there is adventure in the every day activities. What else can one think, when even managing to get across railroad tracks is a challenge? This is life, and we are blessed.