Traveling east on I 10 from Tucson there is a MIGHTY unusual sight. Miles and miles of train engines coupled together. They have been there for months.
Did I say miles? YES it’s miles. They stand like regal soldiers and like faces, no two seem to be the same. Some carry scars and scrapes & some polished to pampered perfection.
We have seen this sight several times over months and each time I wonder at the magnitude of the meandering yellow line.
I asked a railroad man why these giants of metal and deisel have been exiled to the dry AZ desert. It seems sad that the once proud engines have been retired as they are no longer needed. Knowing this felt lonely as I wander along the tracks listening to the wind creak between them like metal whispers.
Pondering this idea and feeling watched, I touch them one by one and imagine their journey. It seems like I have been walking a long time to find the end and beginning.Soon I come to a bridge that I can cross under. I cautiously approached the underpass and find this graffiti which confirms everything.
Suddenly a swarm of wasps from the largest nest I have ever seen attacks. Wasps make excellent train engine guards.
I couldn’t help the opportunity to lie on the tracks in front of a train just this one time as I say goodbye.
Leaving on Friday my co-workers are discussing plans. CW 1- “I’m just going home.” CW-2 “I’m going to go home and change my clothes and”….something about doing work on a Friday night…(I zone out a little) Suddenly silent I realize it’s my turn and I say all nonchalantly “I’m going to the Liquor Store.” Which I do. This is why:
I have a plan to fill my empty wine cabinet & am truly amazed that I can’t find a parking spot at Total Wine. (My brother calls it “Totally Wine” which is adorable). With all the cars and people I am thiking there must be an event! Perhaps a sale!! Nope. Just a random Friday. Most of the people here are over 65 pushing carts full of booze loaded up for the weekend. (I blame hours of retirement time listening to recent news reports).
I have a few favorites and it just so happens they are ALL on the bottom shelf CAUSING ME TO BEND OVER. Once I was home I realized this little gem:
Yep, I flashed an aisle full of people my shredded ass black pants with my white undies shining through. How did this even happen? Wait… don’t answer. In any case I filled up my wine cabinet with a few of my favorites:
While standing in a long grocery store line I point out this tag line on a magazine cover to G. He says “If your boobs could talk we’d be RICH!
With my luck my boobs would be sarcastic, kind of like Triumph the insult comic dog, but with boobs. Nobody wants sarcastic boobies. I forgot what magazine it was so I googled it. The astonishing result of my partial entry below. (It struck me that one of those lines is different from the others; like a Sesame Street song).
Apparently I am polishing off 2016 with the mentally of an 8th grade boy.
We need stamps at work & decide to order them online. I used to think the “Forever” stamps were named as one could use them forever. Due to recent events I now think it’s because these stamps take forever to get in the mail.
Don’t be fooled into thinking that your postal worker will simply grab a couple of rolls and bring them tomorrow with your regular mail. Nope. Apparently the Post Office believes it is better to ship them from Missouri.
Not only do they come from Kansas City, MO these particular stamps make quite a journey around the city! We ordered on the 6th of December & it takes 2 days to process. Below is the tracking. Notice how well traveled this roll of stamps is through the fine cities of Kansas City,MO to Kansas City, KS then (through amazing planning and forethought) BACK TO KC,MO! Two days journey and 3 zip codes through the heartland of America!
Someday soon it will leave one of the Kansas Cities and head west…probably on a Conestoga Wagon.
The staff is so welcoming and made us feel comfortable immediately. We had a few minutes wait and learned a lot in just a few minutes. They were all so knowledgeable about essential oils, reflexology and massage.
We chose the Full Spa Package which is a 15 minute soak in hot mineral springs followed by a massage then another relaxing soak. We were taken to a private room leading to another private soaking area. Very quiet with soothing music playing. I was pleased to see how clean it was, especially the the soaking area! (I had been a little worried about that part). Feeling confident in our surroundings, we slipped down into the hot mineral water. Soon tension, aches & pains vanished. I could even breathe better. It was extremely relaxing, rejuvenating, for body and spirit. All massage should begin this way!
G and I had side by side massages which really made me feel comfortable. Each of us were convinced our masseuse was the best. It was our topic of discussion on the 2 hour drive home. I actually have never had such a good massage. G says his was in the top two he has ever had (which is saying something, he is very picky and has had many ).
This is Brian my masseuse. He’s hiding those wonderful hands.
We discovered the most comfortable socks by Russell which are specific right and left foot. Worn properly they are super comfy. However, I do not have the kind of patience to match socks from the dryer (It’s kind of my thing). As long as they feel similar in texture I am great! Color & style doesn’t matter so there will be times when one is green and an anklet and one is white and a footie hidden down in my shoe.
G on the other hand has a very organized sock drawer. He even has ‘going to the doctor socks’ which still look brand new. It could be the reason I can’t wait until it is cool enough to wear boots. In the summer ONE HAS TO MATCH SOCKS because people can see (and are a bit judge-y).
Today G was talking with me while I was dressing and I couldn’t find the super comfy Russel R sock (so basically wearing two left socks…again). He’s laughing at me as I search my sock drawer and find L, L, L, L,… I mutter “how does this even happen?
G answers my rhetorical question very animated; “I’m reading a book where the detective thinks the dead girl was murdered. She was a runner and the evidence that she had been re-dressed was that the left and right socks were on the wrong feet. That theory wouldn’t work for you”.
Great, now I am thinking about getting murdered and no one would know. BECAUSE OF MY SOCKS!
Not if you know me. It could have ended badly but I channel Wile E. Coyote regularly so I just went with it. I wish someone had filmed it so I could see the cartoon I picture in my head – my skeleton blinking while my hair stands on end and a loud buzzing noise. After it was over I kept looking up for a piano or an anvil to be speeding toward my head from above.
The Electrocution: I was standing at the rear of the RV washing sand off my feet reached out and grabbed the ladder for balance. The ladder sent 117 volts through me for about 6 seconds. All I kept thinking was let it go, let it go LET IT GO…which I did. Now that damn song is stuck in my head. Perhaps forever, who knows with electric shock.
This is the culprit. There is a beautiful view from this angle. Looks in code right?
I see my friends come running while I lay in the dirty puddle of water and am truly embarrassed. This is way too much real life attention for me. I am fine and now I keep thinking get up, get up GET UP! Which I do and notice a cramp in my foot is gone!
The cure for foot cramps is ELECTROCUTION! Who Knew?
It’s been 3 days now and the new thing I learned about electrocuting myself was that is not the just the voltage but the length of time. (Good information to have if you are standing in a puddle of water holding on to an electrified piece of metal) Luckily I didn’t hold on long enough for burns but the tingling stayed. It did effect the part of my brain that won’t allow me to sleep and I relive the event in my dreams. I need a just need a new dream catcher, this one is fried.
Update: I was just informed that one must die to be electrocuted, so I must correct myself that it was an electrical shock (because one must be accurate). Apparently. Unless you’re Bill Murray
Morning rush, gulping coffee, brush hair, overly multitasking> notice toilet needs cleaning, squirt cleaner, hair brush makes earring fly into in toilet….WHAT?? Now I have to decide how much I like these earrings. DAmmit.