Ah nostalgia. Sometimes it's itchy like that wool kilt or dress with the lace on the neck I'd have to wear to church. Other times it's warm and fuzzy like your favorite stuffed animal. Let's stick with warm fuzzy for Christmas sake.
Everyone has their own Christmas traditions and I'm going to share some of my family's as well as some memories (I can't find photos... not that I'm looking hard right now for them) Here we go-
My mom's birthday is December 1st and she usually starts decorating that day. She has accumulated so many Christmas decorations that we could have our own Christmas Loft.
When we lived in Vergennes, we had red candles in our windows. It looked really cool- most if not nearly everyone has white (we do now- too many windows to do), but the red really stood out and I liked it. I'm not sure why my dad chose red- I've seen blue and sometimes green. I'll have to ask him sometime. At one point when I was in junior high or high school, he put lights around the windows and the front of the house and the windowboxes. It was a lot of work and only lasted a couple of years. We're not the type to go all out on Christmas lights. This year I put lights in our apple tree which looked really nice, but now for some reason they won't come on. Dang lights...
My brother and I had a tradition. One of us would get to put the angel on the top of the tree (after all the ornaments were on- it was the last to go on top) while the other would get to put Baby Jesus in the manger or what my mom taught us to call the crèche.
We didn't open our presents until Christmas morning. We opened our stockings the "Santa" would put on the foot of our beds. My dad (I mean Santa) always put a tangerine and life savers in our stocking along with other goodies.
As a child, I remember putting cookies and milk and carrots out for Santa and his reindeer (especially Rudolph who I swore I saw every Christmas, but it was only the Panton Road stop light.)
I loved watching the Christmas shows on tv and still do. My favorite is Charlie Brown and my second favorite is Rudolph. Third comes the Grinch and that's it. I like watching the old Miracle on 34th Street with Natalie Wood and occasionally It's a Wonderful Life. I am also a big fan of The Man Who Came to Dinner. Look it up- it's great.
Last night while coming home from church my parents and I were talking about Christmas and I told them when I was a kid I thought that someone made car lights red (brake lights) and white (headlights) in Christmas colors like the candy cane. Ah, what a thought.
At church last night we read the birth story of Jesus from the book of Luke and sang carols. I remember going Christmas caroling and loved it. I don't see or hear of people doing it, but we mostly sang at Nursing homes which are places I don't tend to go to. I guess I should start so I can go caroling again!
My favorite Christmas songs are:
God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
I Wonder as I Wander
Ave Maria
What Child is This? (Greensleeves)
Gabriel's Message sung by Sting
White Christmas (by Bing Crosby- no one does it like Bing!)
Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
Christmastime is Here
Blue Christmas (Elvis)
Some memorable Christmas gifts I've gotten over the years:
a play kitchen set
a Fisher Price doll house the I played with forever
Barbie and the Rockers with matching long haired Ken (I know ew, but it was pretty nice at the time and it all comes back into fashion)
Barbie's friend Miko that looked like me (she's my favorite)
Cabbage Patch doll that I'm sure my parents looked long and hard for and paid too much for as well. Thank you!
Toy train
Danforth Pewter Ornaments- I have a collection
a multicolored sapphire bracelet (it's my birthstone)
and many others
It's getting late and I'm tired. But before I go, I just wanted to say that however you celebrate and whatever your traditions are, don't forget why we celebrate!
Merry Christmas!
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Strangers on a train
On Friday Dec. 2, I took a train to Rochester, NY to surprise a friend for her 40th birthday. It had been many years since I had taken the train to Rochester- since 1997 or 1998 when I was in school out there. I drove my car to Whitehall where I was picking up the train. I was early and the train was 40 minutes late. Hurry up and wait. Not one of my fortés (hence the name of the blog- just a reminder). It was still light out so I took out my knitting- a hat that I had already started over twice and I was on my third try (and it looks great now that it's actually finished.) I sat by myself and listened to an older woman talk/yell into her cell phone about visiting Vermont and the holidays and traveling here and there. She even had an ipad that she played some kind of word game on- I was impressed.
In Fort Edward and in Saratoga Springs, the train station was very quaint and a whole lot nicer than my "train station" in Whitehall (just a glass structure to stand in in case of rain). Come to find out later that in Saratoga, there was a "Polar Express" train that evening with all kinds of little kids dressed in their pajamas loading up on a train for a few hours to hear the story. Back to my story... In Saratoga, I noticed 2 women who came aboard and sat in front of me. I could tell one was foreign and the other was from NYC (thick accent). The NYC woman was an educator who had just been at a conference in Saratoga and was talking the other woman's ear off. The woman who was traveling got off at the next stop- Schenectady- with me and another man and possibly 1 or 2 other people.
While waiting for the train to stop, I asked the young woman where she was traveling from and she told me Australia. She asked me if I was going to be waiting at the station for the next train too and I told her yes. Christine had a worried look on her face, but was reassured when she realized she wouldn't be alone at the station waiting for her next train. The man also was waiting for the same train and we all sat in the waiting area and talked. Klaus, had me guess what nationality he was (which was hard because he had an English accent that was different). He's German, but schooled in England (see!) and is a pediatric neurologist, living and working in Montréal, working in England while taking the American Medical boards to work in Syracuse. (no, I don't understand it all either) Christine was a vet but is now a chiropractor and acupuncturist for large animals- mainly horses, dogs, and cats.
We had a 2+ hr layover in Schenectady so we talked for about an hour about education, what we did, jobs, and then we decided to go to the pub conveniently located right next door to get something to eat (and drink) before our train west. We all had a beer and a cheese burger. We talked more about our families and our future endeavors and decided to have one more beer before the train came at 7:30. At 7:15, we were chugging our beers, paying the tab (which I didn't have enough cash but gave what I could and promised to pay Klaus back when we met again- whenever that will be). We ran back to the station (literally- not good with beer sloshing around your insides), grabbed our bags and ran up the stairs to the track and tried not to throw up. We laughed and of course decided to sit together. Klaus was on his way to Syracuse to finish up his boards, I was headed to Rochester, and Christine was taking the train to Chicago and then catching another train to Denver. She had decided to splurge and get a sleeper car for this night, so she invited us to her sleeper car for wine (whew! not much room for that). We further discussed the meaning of life and all that- just lots of fun talking to Christine and Klaus. We exchanged addresses and emails before Klaus departed. Christine and I kept talking for the hour or so after Syracuse. We talked about relationships- good and bad- before I had to go. It was such a great night.
What I noticed was that we are all in transition in our lives and God put us together just for a brief moment- it was awesome. We aren't alone in our struggles and questioning- I found 2 other people who are just as confused. Maybe they seem more together and have a job (well, I do too now) but they are still in search for something. They too, are pursuing.
In Fort Edward and in Saratoga Springs, the train station was very quaint and a whole lot nicer than my "train station" in Whitehall (just a glass structure to stand in in case of rain). Come to find out later that in Saratoga, there was a "Polar Express" train that evening with all kinds of little kids dressed in their pajamas loading up on a train for a few hours to hear the story. Back to my story... In Saratoga, I noticed 2 women who came aboard and sat in front of me. I could tell one was foreign and the other was from NYC (thick accent). The NYC woman was an educator who had just been at a conference in Saratoga and was talking the other woman's ear off. The woman who was traveling got off at the next stop- Schenectady- with me and another man and possibly 1 or 2 other people.
While waiting for the train to stop, I asked the young woman where she was traveling from and she told me Australia. She asked me if I was going to be waiting at the station for the next train too and I told her yes. Christine had a worried look on her face, but was reassured when she realized she wouldn't be alone at the station waiting for her next train. The man also was waiting for the same train and we all sat in the waiting area and talked. Klaus, had me guess what nationality he was (which was hard because he had an English accent that was different). He's German, but schooled in England (see!) and is a pediatric neurologist, living and working in Montréal, working in England while taking the American Medical boards to work in Syracuse. (no, I don't understand it all either) Christine was a vet but is now a chiropractor and acupuncturist for large animals- mainly horses, dogs, and cats.
We had a 2+ hr layover in Schenectady so we talked for about an hour about education, what we did, jobs, and then we decided to go to the pub conveniently located right next door to get something to eat (and drink) before our train west. We all had a beer and a cheese burger. We talked more about our families and our future endeavors and decided to have one more beer before the train came at 7:30. At 7:15, we were chugging our beers, paying the tab (which I didn't have enough cash but gave what I could and promised to pay Klaus back when we met again- whenever that will be). We ran back to the station (literally- not good with beer sloshing around your insides), grabbed our bags and ran up the stairs to the track and tried not to throw up. We laughed and of course decided to sit together. Klaus was on his way to Syracuse to finish up his boards, I was headed to Rochester, and Christine was taking the train to Chicago and then catching another train to Denver. She had decided to splurge and get a sleeper car for this night, so she invited us to her sleeper car for wine (whew! not much room for that). We further discussed the meaning of life and all that- just lots of fun talking to Christine and Klaus. We exchanged addresses and emails before Klaus departed. Christine and I kept talking for the hour or so after Syracuse. We talked about relationships- good and bad- before I had to go. It was such a great night.
What I noticed was that we are all in transition in our lives and God put us together just for a brief moment- it was awesome. We aren't alone in our struggles and questioning- I found 2 other people who are just as confused. Maybe they seem more together and have a job (well, I do too now) but they are still in search for something. They too, are pursuing.
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Count your blessings... instead of sheep
Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays and has been for a very long time.
Most kids when asked what their favorite holiday is will always say Christmas or Halloween because of candy. I do love Christmas, but Thanksgiving I love almost more. It's a holiday that is underrated. (is that a word? overrated is..) I do love Christmas, but as many of you know, Christmas has become so commercialized and stores start "celebrating" the day after Halloween. Really people? Come on. Have some time to be thankful for what you've got before you start worrying about what to by Aunt Myrtle and Uncle Hank this year. Thanksgiving is that holiday a month before Christmas and that famous Macy's Parade ends with Santa on his own float driving by, officially ushering in the Christmas season. What gets me is that people rush rush rush and forget what Thanksgiving (and Christmas, but that's another story) is all about. So while you're relaxing, checking your Facebook updates and Black Friday deals online, let's reminisce, shall we?
I love Thanksgiving not for the food (though I love it all and love cooking and baking...). I love Thanksgiving because no matter who you are and where you live and what religion (or no religion- agnostics, atheists)- everyone can be thankful for something and have a day to spend with their family and friends. It's weird, I know, but I thought in that "I want World Peace" kind of dream that, hey, we all really can spend one day ALL OF US giving thanks to God or each other, for what we have. That great Irving Berlin song "Count Your Blessings Instead of Sheep" says it all:
When I'm worried and I can't sleep
I count my blessings instead of sheep
and I fall asleep counting my blessings
When my bankbook is getting small
I think of when I had none at all
and I fall to sleep counting my blessings
There's another part of the song (watch it in "White Christmas") but you get the idea. Counting our blessings/being thankful/grateful should be something we do every day. The Pilgrims and Wompanoag came together on an autumn day such as today (we're not sure if they had as much snow...) to give thanks for the harvest that they produced together (it was more the Wompanoag, but I digress). As we think of all the things we're thankful for, it's easy to think about the past and any family traditions you may have. I'm going to share mine and I hope you all share yours.
Growing up, my dad and brother- when he was old enough- would go hunting Thanksgiving morning. I would watch the Macy's parade while my mom was busy cooking up a storm in the kitchen. When I got old enough, I would help. Sometime in the afternoon, we would sit down to eat on the Wedgewood china that my mom's mom gave us. Mom would always cook mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, cranberry relish, and stuffing with the turkey. My brother and I would make a wish over the wishbone when it dried out. I'm not sure who won- ah well. Sometimes, Aunt Sue would come over to eat with us. Sometimes Aunt Joan & Uncle John (more when I was really young) would be there. There were a few times when we went to Maine to my grandparents house, but a lot of the time it was our home in Vergennes. It would always snow on Thanksgiving- not a lot, but I would always see flakes falling while sitting and eating at the dining room table.
Those are good memories. I am grateful-very thankful for those happy memories.
What are your memories from Thanksgivings past?
Most kids when asked what their favorite holiday is will always say Christmas or Halloween because of candy. I do love Christmas, but Thanksgiving I love almost more. It's a holiday that is underrated. (is that a word? overrated is..) I do love Christmas, but as many of you know, Christmas has become so commercialized and stores start "celebrating" the day after Halloween. Really people? Come on. Have some time to be thankful for what you've got before you start worrying about what to by Aunt Myrtle and Uncle Hank this year. Thanksgiving is that holiday a month before Christmas and that famous Macy's Parade ends with Santa on his own float driving by, officially ushering in the Christmas season. What gets me is that people rush rush rush and forget what Thanksgiving (and Christmas, but that's another story) is all about. So while you're relaxing, checking your Facebook updates and Black Friday deals online, let's reminisce, shall we?
I love Thanksgiving not for the food (though I love it all and love cooking and baking...). I love Thanksgiving because no matter who you are and where you live and what religion (or no religion- agnostics, atheists)- everyone can be thankful for something and have a day to spend with their family and friends. It's weird, I know, but I thought in that "I want World Peace" kind of dream that, hey, we all really can spend one day ALL OF US giving thanks to God or each other, for what we have. That great Irving Berlin song "Count Your Blessings Instead of Sheep" says it all:
When I'm worried and I can't sleep
I count my blessings instead of sheep
and I fall asleep counting my blessings
When my bankbook is getting small
I think of when I had none at all
and I fall to sleep counting my blessings
There's another part of the song (watch it in "White Christmas") but you get the idea. Counting our blessings/being thankful/grateful should be something we do every day. The Pilgrims and Wompanoag came together on an autumn day such as today (we're not sure if they had as much snow...) to give thanks for the harvest that they produced together (it was more the Wompanoag, but I digress). As we think of all the things we're thankful for, it's easy to think about the past and any family traditions you may have. I'm going to share mine and I hope you all share yours.
Growing up, my dad and brother- when he was old enough- would go hunting Thanksgiving morning. I would watch the Macy's parade while my mom was busy cooking up a storm in the kitchen. When I got old enough, I would help. Sometime in the afternoon, we would sit down to eat on the Wedgewood china that my mom's mom gave us. Mom would always cook mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, cranberry relish, and stuffing with the turkey. My brother and I would make a wish over the wishbone when it dried out. I'm not sure who won- ah well. Sometimes, Aunt Sue would come over to eat with us. Sometimes Aunt Joan & Uncle John (more when I was really young) would be there. There were a few times when we went to Maine to my grandparents house, but a lot of the time it was our home in Vergennes. It would always snow on Thanksgiving- not a lot, but I would always see flakes falling while sitting and eating at the dining room table.
Those are good memories. I am grateful-very thankful for those happy memories.
What are your memories from Thanksgivings past?
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Thankfulness
I haven't written on my blog for a few weeks for a couple of reasons. 1- I've been busy getting birthday gifts, Christmas gifts, cleaning, organizing, job hunting, substituting, sleeping. I'm fading as I'm typing this. I go all out during the day and pretty much drop when I sit down. Sucks getting old. 2- I was made fun of for having my blog. It was a friendly poking fun, but it still hurt. It is narcissistic to have one. So why am I writing? I'm not sure. And no, I'm not narcissistic. I've dated too many guys who are. Called one Dorian Gray, actually. He didn't get it. Sheesh.
I did get a job though! I guess I wanted you all to know that (whomever reads this thing anyways). I took a full time seasonal (for the winter- until April) job at Pico Ski Resort heading up the PicoStars ski school program (4-6 year olds). I start December 12th setting up our rooms, (cleaning) and learning the computer system. Like someone told me today, "hey, it's a job." Yes indeed! I've been rejected from LLBean and Green Mountain Coffee Roasters, but I won't give up! After ski school, I'll reapply to both. Teaching is looking grim. All schools are cutting back- can't afford all the teachers and don't need them because enrollment is down. I might look into teaching overseas again. But if I couldn't stick it out in South Florida, I'm not sure if Costa Rica or Slovakia would be any better. Only God knows.
I'm not sure if I'll be writing too much on this blog anymore. I have a job and I will always be pursuing patience. Especially in my new job. I guess I could write about my adventures there, but I'm sure it won't be very interesting to those who actually read this thing. But let me know- as some Vermonters say "irregardless". haha... it isn't a word, but I've heard a school librarian use it in all seriousness.
Thank you to all who have read this so far. I'm very thankful for your support and prayers and good wishes for me. You are all wonderful. Enjoy your Thanksgiving with your friends and family!
I did get a job though! I guess I wanted you all to know that (whomever reads this thing anyways). I took a full time seasonal (for the winter- until April) job at Pico Ski Resort heading up the PicoStars ski school program (4-6 year olds). I start December 12th setting up our rooms, (cleaning) and learning the computer system. Like someone told me today, "hey, it's a job." Yes indeed! I've been rejected from LLBean and Green Mountain Coffee Roasters, but I won't give up! After ski school, I'll reapply to both. Teaching is looking grim. All schools are cutting back- can't afford all the teachers and don't need them because enrollment is down. I might look into teaching overseas again. But if I couldn't stick it out in South Florida, I'm not sure if Costa Rica or Slovakia would be any better. Only God knows.
I'm not sure if I'll be writing too much on this blog anymore. I have a job and I will always be pursuing patience. Especially in my new job. I guess I could write about my adventures there, but I'm sure it won't be very interesting to those who actually read this thing. But let me know- as some Vermonters say "irregardless". haha... it isn't a word, but I've heard a school librarian use it in all seriousness.
Thank you to all who have read this so far. I'm very thankful for your support and prayers and good wishes for me. You are all wonderful. Enjoy your Thanksgiving with your friends and family!
Turkey for the girls and turkey for the boys,
my favorite kind of pants are cordoroys
Gobble gobble goo and gobble gooble giggle
I wish turkey only cost a nickle
Oh... I love turkey on Thanksgiving....
Happy Thanksgiving, Everybody!"
~Adam Sandler "The Thanksgiving Song"
Saturday, October 29, 2011
A sad day at Park Place Farm
Today, my dad had to put down our first baby born on our farm, TT.
Let me give you some history.
TT was a bull calf born on an extremely cold night/morning- February 16th or 17th, 2007. We found him early in the morning lying on the cement in the barnyard. We immediately moved him and mama (Grand Champion at Eastern States) inside the barn to get warm. We rubbed and warmed TT for hours. I even lay with/on him to keep him warm. Finally, the vet came, gave him something, and the next day he was up and eating from mama. Our first born was a bit of a miracle.
He grew bigger and bigger and would always look up when you called his name. He was a great bull and helped give us lots of beautiful babies. He was borrowed for about a year to breed at another farm and he had just come home in August. In October, a neighbor had noticed that he was having difficulty walking, so we called the vet. The vet diagnosed that he had a respiratory infection and pumped him with fluids and antibiotics. (Our land is organic, but we take care of our animals conventionally if needed.) He got better for a few days- possibly even a week. Then he became lame in his back end and was not able to get up. The vet came again, took some blood and other samples and guessed that TT had dislocated his hip/pelvis and created an abscess or there was an abscess on his spine. At any rate, he gave him some fluids and told us to make him comfortable until we got the blood work back. He was getting worse and worse the past couple of days. When the vet was here, I had made the comment that TT was born on the concrete and he's dying on the concrete. That got to my dad. He just wants to do what's right and doesn't want to see any of his animals in pain and suffering. Luckily I wasn't here when he "got rid" of TT today. I know you're not supposed to get attached to your animals- they aren't pets. TT was different. I kept him alive when he was born. He was a beautiful bull- great coloring and had a nice temperament.
Rest in Peace, TT. I will miss you. And so will your ladies.
Let me give you some history.
TT was a bull calf born on an extremely cold night/morning- February 16th or 17th, 2007. We found him early in the morning lying on the cement in the barnyard. We immediately moved him and mama (Grand Champion at Eastern States) inside the barn to get warm. We rubbed and warmed TT for hours. I even lay with/on him to keep him warm. Finally, the vet came, gave him something, and the next day he was up and eating from mama. Our first born was a bit of a miracle.
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| my dad feeding TT February 17, 2007 |
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| TT looking alert the next day |
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| February 23, 2007- out and about with mama |
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| TT! (Named after Tiki Barber) |
He grew bigger and bigger and would always look up when you called his name. He was a great bull and helped give us lots of beautiful babies. He was borrowed for about a year to breed at another farm and he had just come home in August. In October, a neighbor had noticed that he was having difficulty walking, so we called the vet. The vet diagnosed that he had a respiratory infection and pumped him with fluids and antibiotics. (Our land is organic, but we take care of our animals conventionally if needed.) He got better for a few days- possibly even a week. Then he became lame in his back end and was not able to get up. The vet came again, took some blood and other samples and guessed that TT had dislocated his hip/pelvis and created an abscess or there was an abscess on his spine. At any rate, he gave him some fluids and told us to make him comfortable until we got the blood work back. He was getting worse and worse the past couple of days. When the vet was here, I had made the comment that TT was born on the concrete and he's dying on the concrete. That got to my dad. He just wants to do what's right and doesn't want to see any of his animals in pain and suffering. Luckily I wasn't here when he "got rid" of TT today. I know you're not supposed to get attached to your animals- they aren't pets. TT was different. I kept him alive when he was born. He was a beautiful bull- great coloring and had a nice temperament.
Rest in Peace, TT. I will miss you. And so will your ladies.
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| TT, lying in the sun, April 13, 2010 |
Friday, October 28, 2011
yes, snow in October
Today was officially my last day of flagging. And no, I didn't get run over. God is good! Wednesday I was sent home early and Thursday I didn't get a call to work because it was really cold and raining. Oh well. I went to Burlington (aka "the big city") for the first time in a few months (June I think). So after listening to my mother try to explain why I'm screwed up and friendless, I decided to head to Burlington to walk around for a while and drink some coffee.
While in my favorite coffee shop, Muddy Waters, I picked up a paper and was looking at jobs and found a couple that I could possibly apply for- behavior interventionist for the counseling service, vet tech, administrative assistant for Vermont Housing Finance Agency, entry level position and final assemblers for a manufacturing firm, and I think that's it. A couple of days ago, a friend of mine that I work with at Pico Ski Area told me of a meeting in Rutland about starting an alternative school, so I went to that. I missed a bit trying to find a headlight for my car (in a snowstorm... yeah, real fun). I found a couple of people to talk to after and got some good information. After explaining my plight (briefly, I didn't want to scare her) to a mom at the meeting, she told me that I should start my own school. That has started my wheels turning. I don't have the money to start my own school or the space, but it would be a fun challenge.
Today was my last day flagging. Last night it snowed, so the VTrans boys (and girls) were busy in southern Vermont. We were supposed to paint lines today on a newly paved road, but couldn't because salt was put down and the paint wouldn't adhere to the road with the salt on it. I was then given to a different group to flag for them while they drilled holes in Route 7 (a major road here in Vermont). That was fun and it got warmer throughout the day and was sunny. All in all, a pretty good way to end flagging. I now embark back to my substitute journey starting Monday. I already have a bunch of days lined up in November, so that's good. Help pay the bills. I was also sent an email by my Pico boss today asking if I'd like to work full time as the Training Leader (I think that's what TL stands for...) I've been thinking about that all afternoon too. So many things to think about.
Tomorrow I get my car inspected and hopefully my thermostat installed. Just in time for another snowstorm. Here's a preview of what's to come:
While in my favorite coffee shop, Muddy Waters, I picked up a paper and was looking at jobs and found a couple that I could possibly apply for- behavior interventionist for the counseling service, vet tech, administrative assistant for Vermont Housing Finance Agency, entry level position and final assemblers for a manufacturing firm, and I think that's it. A couple of days ago, a friend of mine that I work with at Pico Ski Area told me of a meeting in Rutland about starting an alternative school, so I went to that. I missed a bit trying to find a headlight for my car (in a snowstorm... yeah, real fun). I found a couple of people to talk to after and got some good information. After explaining my plight (briefly, I didn't want to scare her) to a mom at the meeting, she told me that I should start my own school. That has started my wheels turning. I don't have the money to start my own school or the space, but it would be a fun challenge.
Today was my last day flagging. Last night it snowed, so the VTrans boys (and girls) were busy in southern Vermont. We were supposed to paint lines today on a newly paved road, but couldn't because salt was put down and the paint wouldn't adhere to the road with the salt on it. I was then given to a different group to flag for them while they drilled holes in Route 7 (a major road here in Vermont). That was fun and it got warmer throughout the day and was sunny. All in all, a pretty good way to end flagging. I now embark back to my substitute journey starting Monday. I already have a bunch of days lined up in November, so that's good. Help pay the bills. I was also sent an email by my Pico boss today asking if I'd like to work full time as the Training Leader (I think that's what TL stands for...) I've been thinking about that all afternoon too. So many things to think about.
Tomorrow I get my car inspected and hopefully my thermostat installed. Just in time for another snowstorm. Here's a preview of what's to come:
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| there's a car under there... somewhere... |
Sunday, October 23, 2011
the end is near...
This flagging job is coming to a close. I have work for a few days more- possibly this whole week, but then we're done. I'll miss the steady work and pretty good pay, and even some of the guys, but I won't miss the riffraff. AT ALL. Though, I have noticed (if I've said this before, it's a good reminder...) that there is riffraff everywhere. I just want to see less of it for a bit. Deal?
Changing the subject, my car inspection is due (hey, I'm a procrastinator and somewhat proud of it... not sure why...) and my car is falling apart. I have to replace my windshield Tuesday. 2 years ago, I got a good crack (circle ding) and this past winter/spring it spread and I knew my inspection wouldn't pass unless I had it replaced. Also, my brakes are in need of a change, but when I tried to take a wheel off, I couldn't because the nuts are hermetically sealed onto my car. I'm not sure when I'll get to check them... hopefully before snow flies. And (yes there's more) my thermostat is not working properly. When I broke my fan belt, I let my engine overheat too much (obviously) and messed that up. I wish I could afford a new(er) car. One more thing on my wish list. Here's what I have so far:
I have 3 teaching applications out there including a 5th grade teaching job in Massachusetts for the rest of the school year (though I don't have my Mass license... oh well). I also applied for a job at L.L. Bean in New York, Maine, and 2 jobs for Green Mountain Coffee Roasters. There are other jobs I'm going to apply for, but it's hard knowing what I can and should apply for since I've been applying for teaching jobs for so long. What else am I qualified to do? Retail. Administrative? What else??? It's something to think about. I'll take suggestions, just be nice. And yes, I can scrub toilets well.
Ok, off to sew a tote bag for my friend's birthday... Not sure who to root for in the World Series- two great teams! Have a great week! Be nice to construction workers!!
Changing the subject, my car inspection is due (hey, I'm a procrastinator and somewhat proud of it... not sure why...) and my car is falling apart. I have to replace my windshield Tuesday. 2 years ago, I got a good crack (circle ding) and this past winter/spring it spread and I knew my inspection wouldn't pass unless I had it replaced. Also, my brakes are in need of a change, but when I tried to take a wheel off, I couldn't because the nuts are hermetically sealed onto my car. I'm not sure when I'll get to check them... hopefully before snow flies. And (yes there's more) my thermostat is not working properly. When I broke my fan belt, I let my engine overheat too much (obviously) and messed that up. I wish I could afford a new(er) car. One more thing on my wish list. Here's what I have so far:
- A full time job
- my own place to live
- a newer car that has a radio (no, I don't have one in my car- that broke 2 or 3 years ago, too)
- a ski rack for my car
- a new ski coat that is waterproof
- the U2 album October (the only one I don't have on CD)
- A boyfriend I guess- though I don't really want the hassle (and they don't want my hassle, I'm sure)
I have 3 teaching applications out there including a 5th grade teaching job in Massachusetts for the rest of the school year (though I don't have my Mass license... oh well). I also applied for a job at L.L. Bean in New York, Maine, and 2 jobs for Green Mountain Coffee Roasters. There are other jobs I'm going to apply for, but it's hard knowing what I can and should apply for since I've been applying for teaching jobs for so long. What else am I qualified to do? Retail. Administrative? What else??? It's something to think about. I'll take suggestions, just be nice. And yes, I can scrub toilets well.
Ok, off to sew a tote bag for my friend's birthday... Not sure who to root for in the World Series- two great teams! Have a great week! Be nice to construction workers!!
Sunday, October 16, 2011
The job search and emotional roller coaster!
Wow, October is going by fast! And yes, I'm still an employed flagger extraordinaire. Apparently I'm both loved and hated at my job, (not just the drivers I impede by making them stop or slow down) but I guess you'll have that. Can't please everyone. Believe me. I've tried.
I think I wrote about how I didn't get the long term substitute job at Essex Elementary school, but if I didn't, there you go. Not really a place I wanted to work at, though I do need a steadier job than flagging. The rumour mill is still churning there- I might be done flagging Oct. 31st or sometime in November. Either way, I am still subbing (did so twice last week). I'm not sure how much longer I'll be doing that either, since schools aren't hiring next year and/or they aren't hiring me. Yes, I've been wallowing in self pity yet again. Been thinking (darn brain) about what a failure I am- that I can't get a teaching job for the past 6 years and there must be something wrong with me because I'm a college graduate flagging and living with her parents. What a Wicked Major Loser! (I love saying wicked- it's wicked fun)
After crying (what an ab workout!) and kicking myself many times in the arse, I bought 2 papers to look through the classifieds. Not sure what I'm qualified to do- I've done customer service, data entry, teaching, training (not weight lifting training, but customer service training), manufacturing, product testing... I think that's it. My resume is a bit daunting and hopefully that isn't a turn off. I looked at a bunch of jobs online and in the paper and applied to a Customer Service Trainer job at Green Mountain Coffee Roasters. Sound like fun anyways. I'm thinking about applying to LLBean as a sales rep either in Freeport, ME or in Fayetteville, NY where my friend Christine lives. I've always wanted to work for LLBean in their main store that is open 24 hours. There's also a receptionist job in Middlebury, too. Lots of choices I think and hope. So we'll see! I'm willing (and need to) move, though I don't have a lot of $$ right now. Whatever happens, it's all good. I have to be positive, because I have no where else to look but up.
On to other news... I haven't really watched the news in what seems to be a month or so. What's this Wall Street thing? Why aren't people in Washington protesting why all the stupid politicians can't get it together and pass some budget cuts that would provide jobs for a couple million or so people? Some people need to overdose on common sense... many of whom are flaggers, but I won't get into that mess...
Tomorrow I get to hang out with 3rd graders! I hope I get to color with crayons again or something fun and kid like. Have a great day and week wherever you are and doing whatever you do!
I think I wrote about how I didn't get the long term substitute job at Essex Elementary school, but if I didn't, there you go. Not really a place I wanted to work at, though I do need a steadier job than flagging. The rumour mill is still churning there- I might be done flagging Oct. 31st or sometime in November. Either way, I am still subbing (did so twice last week). I'm not sure how much longer I'll be doing that either, since schools aren't hiring next year and/or they aren't hiring me. Yes, I've been wallowing in self pity yet again. Been thinking (darn brain) about what a failure I am- that I can't get a teaching job for the past 6 years and there must be something wrong with me because I'm a college graduate flagging and living with her parents. What a Wicked Major Loser! (I love saying wicked- it's wicked fun)
After crying (what an ab workout!) and kicking myself many times in the arse, I bought 2 papers to look through the classifieds. Not sure what I'm qualified to do- I've done customer service, data entry, teaching, training (not weight lifting training, but customer service training), manufacturing, product testing... I think that's it. My resume is a bit daunting and hopefully that isn't a turn off. I looked at a bunch of jobs online and in the paper and applied to a Customer Service Trainer job at Green Mountain Coffee Roasters. Sound like fun anyways. I'm thinking about applying to LLBean as a sales rep either in Freeport, ME or in Fayetteville, NY where my friend Christine lives. I've always wanted to work for LLBean in their main store that is open 24 hours. There's also a receptionist job in Middlebury, too. Lots of choices I think and hope. So we'll see! I'm willing (and need to) move, though I don't have a lot of $$ right now. Whatever happens, it's all good. I have to be positive, because I have no where else to look but up.
On to other news... I haven't really watched the news in what seems to be a month or so. What's this Wall Street thing? Why aren't people in Washington protesting why all the stupid politicians can't get it together and pass some budget cuts that would provide jobs for a couple million or so people? Some people need to overdose on common sense... many of whom are flaggers, but I won't get into that mess...
Tomorrow I get to hang out with 3rd graders! I hope I get to color with crayons again or something fun and kid like. Have a great day and week wherever you are and doing whatever you do!
Friday, October 7, 2011
interviews are sucky...
I had my interview today and I don't think it went well. This spring (like February) I went to a career counselor at St. Mike's who helped me revamp my resume and cover letter and give me pointers on interviewing. When I talk about myself (my FAVORITE thing to do), I look down instead of looking up and being all confident and not intimidated by the people staring at me and taking notes.
So I did that, looked down a bit. They also asked me obscure questions (most all I have forgotten they were that important). Grr.. I just hate interviews because I hate talking about myself and hate being quizzed on the spot. Just let me in there and teach and then they'll see what I can do! At the end of the questioning, they thanked me (after asking 4 times if I had any more questions- is that a trick question?? I asked 2.. that isn't enough? I didn't ask the right ones??) and I left and almost started to cry as I walked out to my car. I didn't, but I was close. For whatever reason, I felt crappy about it and feel it was one of my worst interviews ever. My worst was driving to the Canadian border in the pouring rain, being questioned by literally 20 people and then told "thanks for coming", and driving back home. That time I did cry. What a horrible thing to put someone through!
Anyways, the principal told me either way he'd get in touch with me this week and let me know. They need someone right away since the teacher is already on bed rest with twins due Thanksgiving. But, they have someone filling in (obviously) and I was thinking that she probably will stay on for the long term unless she isn't a certified teacher. (not that it means much these days) At any rate, I now know that I need to work more on my interviews or totally give up. Giving up is looking better and better everyday...
This afternoon, I went to bring my VTrans crew some cookies (I looked for some homemade donuts; none to be found) since today was their last day of working in Plymouth/Tyson on Irene clean up. When I get there, they all of course are happy to see me (who doesn't like food?!) and tell me that I haven't gotten rid of them- they requested both Kyle and I to flag for them on their own projects in their area starting Monday. I was also told that my Riffraff "supervisor" attempted to move me to another crew (without Kyle) but the VTrans supervisor told him no way- he was going to have both of us and that's that. Ah, drama in the VTrans world... I told them all (not the Riffraffer... he was stuck on route 7 in Brandon...) that my VTrans boss Dave Trombley wants me not because I'm a girl (apparently that was implied by the Riffraffer... schmuck...) but that I'm actually a good worker- both Kyle and I are and that Adam (the Riffraffer/"supervisor") was jealous that we did a good job and were liked. Everyone agrees. It will be interesting to see what will happen to Riffraffer... he'll get his due. I just want him to stay as far away from me as possible.
It's pretty ironic that I'm wanted at a job like flagging, but not as a trained teacher. I just want to not think about it all this weekend and enjoy the sunshine.
Enjoy your weekend wherever you are!
So I did that, looked down a bit. They also asked me obscure questions (most all I have forgotten they were that important). Grr.. I just hate interviews because I hate talking about myself and hate being quizzed on the spot. Just let me in there and teach and then they'll see what I can do! At the end of the questioning, they thanked me (after asking 4 times if I had any more questions- is that a trick question?? I asked 2.. that isn't enough? I didn't ask the right ones??) and I left and almost started to cry as I walked out to my car. I didn't, but I was close. For whatever reason, I felt crappy about it and feel it was one of my worst interviews ever. My worst was driving to the Canadian border in the pouring rain, being questioned by literally 20 people and then told "thanks for coming", and driving back home. That time I did cry. What a horrible thing to put someone through!
Anyways, the principal told me either way he'd get in touch with me this week and let me know. They need someone right away since the teacher is already on bed rest with twins due Thanksgiving. But, they have someone filling in (obviously) and I was thinking that she probably will stay on for the long term unless she isn't a certified teacher. (not that it means much these days) At any rate, I now know that I need to work more on my interviews or totally give up. Giving up is looking better and better everyday...
This afternoon, I went to bring my VTrans crew some cookies (I looked for some homemade donuts; none to be found) since today was their last day of working in Plymouth/Tyson on Irene clean up. When I get there, they all of course are happy to see me (who doesn't like food?!) and tell me that I haven't gotten rid of them- they requested both Kyle and I to flag for them on their own projects in their area starting Monday. I was also told that my Riffraff "supervisor" attempted to move me to another crew (without Kyle) but the VTrans supervisor told him no way- he was going to have both of us and that's that. Ah, drama in the VTrans world... I told them all (not the Riffraffer... he was stuck on route 7 in Brandon...) that my VTrans boss Dave Trombley wants me not because I'm a girl (apparently that was implied by the Riffraffer... schmuck...) but that I'm actually a good worker- both Kyle and I are and that Adam (the Riffraffer/"supervisor") was jealous that we did a good job and were liked. Everyone agrees. It will be interesting to see what will happen to Riffraffer... he'll get his due. I just want him to stay as far away from me as possible.
It's pretty ironic that I'm wanted at a job like flagging, but not as a trained teacher. I just want to not think about it all this weekend and enjoy the sunshine.
Enjoy your weekend wherever you are!
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
ch-ch-ch-changes...
The leaves are changing. Season's are changing. Weather's changing (rain-cold-warm-sunny- must be Vermont). And job prospects and current job is changing. And I think for the better...
So for the past week or more, I've been wondering when they'll cut us loose from flagging since the work (and daylight) are dwindling. We've been told we have work this week, and not sure after that. At least not with the crew we've been working with. We (Kyle the guy I flag with and I) have also been told that we will be the last of about 6 or so that will flag until the bitter end- November is what was said. I'm taking it all in with a grain of salt. And maybe some curry powder.
With the job prospects... I've been called for subbing and have told many schools that I'm already working. I've subbed once- 2 weeks ago and I said I'll sub next Monday and the Monday after that. Not sure about anything else. Need to get some more info from someone who knows more about the Irene cleanup/flagging situation. But then... I check my email tonight and I read that I have an interview! I had applied for 2 long term sub jobs (hey, why not, right?). One is in Essex (near our big city of Burlington) and the other is near St. Johnsbury (closer to the New Hampshire border actually) and got an email that Essex wants me to come in for an interview THIS FRIDAY! woah! After I stop hyperventilating... I have chosen the 10am interview slot and will dress up in my teacher clothes and head north Friday morning!!
I'm trying to think of where I'd stay, if I'd work back at Smuggs like I did in college. But I can't jump to all of that until I have the job. One thing at a time. Breathe.... It's just so nice to be thought of to interview!!! Oh how I hate interviews... pray for me!
Wow, life changes so fast! Just like the seasons- they change in what seems like a blink of an eye! Here's a photo of the season I took a couple of years ago. Enjoy!
So for the past week or more, I've been wondering when they'll cut us loose from flagging since the work (and daylight) are dwindling. We've been told we have work this week, and not sure after that. At least not with the crew we've been working with. We (Kyle the guy I flag with and I) have also been told that we will be the last of about 6 or so that will flag until the bitter end- November is what was said. I'm taking it all in with a grain of salt. And maybe some curry powder.
With the job prospects... I've been called for subbing and have told many schools that I'm already working. I've subbed once- 2 weeks ago and I said I'll sub next Monday and the Monday after that. Not sure about anything else. Need to get some more info from someone who knows more about the Irene cleanup/flagging situation. But then... I check my email tonight and I read that I have an interview! I had applied for 2 long term sub jobs (hey, why not, right?). One is in Essex (near our big city of Burlington) and the other is near St. Johnsbury (closer to the New Hampshire border actually) and got an email that Essex wants me to come in for an interview THIS FRIDAY! woah! After I stop hyperventilating... I have chosen the 10am interview slot and will dress up in my teacher clothes and head north Friday morning!!
I'm trying to think of where I'd stay, if I'd work back at Smuggs like I did in college. But I can't jump to all of that until I have the job. One thing at a time. Breathe.... It's just so nice to be thought of to interview!!! Oh how I hate interviews... pray for me!
Wow, life changes so fast! Just like the seasons- they change in what seems like a blink of an eye! Here's a photo of the season I took a couple of years ago. Enjoy!
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Riffraff
My new favorite word is riffraff. It sums up so much of what my life has been like dealing with the riffraff that is the people I work with. Not the VTrans people, mind you. Just the people in the same company I work for. It's a bad soap opera of young guys who whine and complain about this pretty easy job, making pretty good money. There's a lot of lies, too. One day, we were all going to loose our jobs because basically one kid ruined it all for the rest of us by riding around and doing nothing. The next day, he (the kid) says he's had a heart-to-heart with the head VTrans guy and we have our jobs back if we straighten up and stop fooling around. Pretty interesting coming from the head riffraffer. Ah, the drama that is being a traffic flagger.
Besides getting my new favorite word, this week I saw leaves change before my eyes as well as the weather drop 20-30 degrees in a day or two. Ah, weather in Vermont. Got to love it!
I found out (finally- rumors aren't fun) that our hours are changing next week. We'll be starting at 8 am and working until 5:30 and I think that they'll be taking a half hour out for lunch. I can't complain- it's a steady job with a good paycheck!
This week, I started to worry about what I will do after this job (whenever it will end- they keep changing the end time... it could be any day or it could be until November. Who knows) I'm not sure if I'll get the calls to substitute like I did last year. I'm not even sure if I should stay in Vermont. This guy I work with- Kyle- told me that I should look into being a dental hygienist. Someone else told me I should look into being a surgical technician. So many possibilities. I still wonder why I spent so much time and effort becoming a teacher when I won't or can't even get a job. I know not everyone uses their education in their job, but I really don't want to be a flagger for the rest of my life. I just wish I knew what I was supposed to do- wouldn't that be so much easier?? gosh. Then I wouldn't have to deal with riffraff.
And what would I write about then, right??
Besides getting my new favorite word, this week I saw leaves change before my eyes as well as the weather drop 20-30 degrees in a day or two. Ah, weather in Vermont. Got to love it!
I found out (finally- rumors aren't fun) that our hours are changing next week. We'll be starting at 8 am and working until 5:30 and I think that they'll be taking a half hour out for lunch. I can't complain- it's a steady job with a good paycheck!
This week, I started to worry about what I will do after this job (whenever it will end- they keep changing the end time... it could be any day or it could be until November. Who knows) I'm not sure if I'll get the calls to substitute like I did last year. I'm not even sure if I should stay in Vermont. This guy I work with- Kyle- told me that I should look into being a dental hygienist. Someone else told me I should look into being a surgical technician. So many possibilities. I still wonder why I spent so much time and effort becoming a teacher when I won't or can't even get a job. I know not everyone uses their education in their job, but I really don't want to be a flagger for the rest of my life. I just wish I knew what I was supposed to do- wouldn't that be so much easier?? gosh. Then I wouldn't have to deal with riffraff.
And what would I write about then, right??
Sunday, September 25, 2011
What day is it?
It's Sunday night and I'm sitting here trying to think of what happened in the week that just passed. I did indeed end up working on Route 100 in Plymouth, Vermont. **For all of you who need useless information to impress co-workers or significant others, listen up. Plymouth, Vermont is the home of Calvin Coolidge, our 30th president. End of useless information. (maybe)
Again, lots of damage- words and pictures cannot truly show what happened. On Monday or Tuesday (they mush together after a while) I was working next to a house on route 100 that had a small stream behind it that had pushed the house off it's foundation as well as pushed most of the walls out. And besides that, the house is/was for sale. I was told that the money the owner was going to get from FEMA would cover the demolishing of the house and then she could sell the land. It's amazing how God can spare her neighbor and totally devastate her. Crazy stuff.
It seems this week the out-of-towners started to trickle back into Vermont to see the damage, see the foliage (which is beautiful, I must say), and find Long Trail Brewery. Even though it makes traveling our roads that much more difficult at times, THANK YOU flatlanders, for coming and buying stuff and paying taxes and fees that will (hopefully) help pay for some of this damage you see before you. I wave to most everyone when I am flagging. Thanking them that they are slowing down and not kicking up rocks (truckers...) and welcoming the out-of-towners to the area. Call me folksy. I'd rather be nice than yell at people for being idiots. That's the VTrans job.
I "took" Friday off from flagging to be a substitute teacher for the day. I would have made lots of money (overtime all day) flagging, but I was requested to sub, and thought I'd at least keep my hand in it a little. One teacher saw me and said, "wow, you're tan". I laughed and said it was because I'm flagging. She was taken a little aback by my new profession. I was later asked by the sub caller if I was done my job. I told her no, that it would be a while, but I'd still take days to sub if I could. Later I began to think of this quandary I've gotten into. When the schools that you sub in don't even bother to interview you for an open teaching position, you still sub there but also take jobs where you make money to pay the bills. It's hard to keep everyone happy. I don't do very well at it, but I'm learning not to care as much.
I do what I need to do. I work as a flagger making great money (as much or more if I was a full time teacher) to pay off my college loans and other bills. I'm not ashamed and I don't care if people laugh at me for what I do. I'm not here to shock (and I have shocked the people I work with- I don't smoke, swear and I have all my teeth) or make people comfortable by just doing the same ol' same ol'. I've been subbing for 6 years. God put this job before me for a reason. I needed money badly. I needed a job badly. I wanted to help my state and community. And here I am- flagging. I don't plan on making a lifelong job of it. I'm just waiting for the good Lord to open the next door of opportunity for me. Teaching? hopefully. I have applied for 2 or 3 long term substitute teaching jobs, so we'll see!
In the mean time, here's a quote for you to ruminate (thank you, thesaurus.com)
Patience is also a form of action. ~Auguste Rodin
Another fun fact- Auguste Rodin is a sculptor who made "The Thinker".
Again, lots of damage- words and pictures cannot truly show what happened. On Monday or Tuesday (they mush together after a while) I was working next to a house on route 100 that had a small stream behind it that had pushed the house off it's foundation as well as pushed most of the walls out. And besides that, the house is/was for sale. I was told that the money the owner was going to get from FEMA would cover the demolishing of the house and then she could sell the land. It's amazing how God can spare her neighbor and totally devastate her. Crazy stuff.
It seems this week the out-of-towners started to trickle back into Vermont to see the damage, see the foliage (which is beautiful, I must say), and find Long Trail Brewery. Even though it makes traveling our roads that much more difficult at times, THANK YOU flatlanders, for coming and buying stuff and paying taxes and fees that will (hopefully) help pay for some of this damage you see before you. I wave to most everyone when I am flagging. Thanking them that they are slowing down and not kicking up rocks (truckers...) and welcoming the out-of-towners to the area. Call me folksy. I'd rather be nice than yell at people for being idiots. That's the VTrans job.
I "took" Friday off from flagging to be a substitute teacher for the day. I would have made lots of money (overtime all day) flagging, but I was requested to sub, and thought I'd at least keep my hand in it a little. One teacher saw me and said, "wow, you're tan". I laughed and said it was because I'm flagging. She was taken a little aback by my new profession. I was later asked by the sub caller if I was done my job. I told her no, that it would be a while, but I'd still take days to sub if I could. Later I began to think of this quandary I've gotten into. When the schools that you sub in don't even bother to interview you for an open teaching position, you still sub there but also take jobs where you make money to pay the bills. It's hard to keep everyone happy. I don't do very well at it, but I'm learning not to care as much.
I do what I need to do. I work as a flagger making great money (as much or more if I was a full time teacher) to pay off my college loans and other bills. I'm not ashamed and I don't care if people laugh at me for what I do. I'm not here to shock (and I have shocked the people I work with- I don't smoke, swear and I have all my teeth) or make people comfortable by just doing the same ol' same ol'. I've been subbing for 6 years. God put this job before me for a reason. I needed money badly. I needed a job badly. I wanted to help my state and community. And here I am- flagging. I don't plan on making a lifelong job of it. I'm just waiting for the good Lord to open the next door of opportunity for me. Teaching? hopefully. I have applied for 2 or 3 long term substitute teaching jobs, so we'll see!
In the mean time, here's a quote for you to ruminate (thank you, thesaurus.com)
Patience is also a form of action. ~Auguste Rodin
Another fun fact- Auguste Rodin is a sculptor who made "The Thinker".
Sunday, September 18, 2011
road construction update
In case you haven't figured it out, I'm alive. Flagging is probably going down on my list of jobs NOT to do again, though I do make pretty good money for putting my life in jeopardy everyday. I don't fit the flagging quota- I have my teeth, I have a college degree, I don't smoke a pack a day, I don't smoke pot, nor am I a man. Construction is really a man's world. Ya'll can pee wherever. I on the other hand have to find just the right tree to hide behind. I do not mind peeing in the woods. Don't get me wrong. I just don't like the truck drivers making comments. And the other flaggers I have to work with- man, most are not the brightest bulbs in the pack. And cocky! They have their flagging sign, a hard hat, and a "traffic controller" neon vest, and think they know everything there is to know about road construction. Ugh. And they have to have the last word about everything. And one-up you when you do decide to talk to them. I know there are people like this in every job- the know-it-alls. I just don't want to be near them more than I have to. Or I'll have to pick up smoking. (I'm kidding, Ma.)
I'm sorry I haven't been writing much lately. I've been working in the Rutland area since just before my birthday but have come home exhausted and just sit then go to sleep. I drink about a pot of coffee everyday. That needs to stop, but when you're bored and cold, it's all I can do. This area of the state the roads are fixed. East of here and south are still closed and badly damaged. I have to go to Rutland at 6am tomorrow to have a 25 year old pot-head tell me where I'll be working for the day and I'm thinking either one of two things- 1. Some of us will be sent to route 100 (north/south route along the mountains of Vermont) and others sent south to Jamaica area. or 2. We'll be told we're not needed. I'm hoping to stick it out until October at least because the money is pretty good. Not as good as it should be for nearly being killed and yelled at every day. Even the Vermont Transit workers have told me they would never flag. Gee, thanks. That's comforting. Here's a list/map if you have no idea what I'm talking about... http://www.511vt.com/
This weekend I had both Saturday and Sunday off. Whoo hooo! And I have done little to nothing, which is weird, but good I guess. I have to get into my garden and harvest onions and broccoli and beans. I also have to search for pumpkins. I don't think they did well. Bummer. I'm always learning new things about how to make my garden better. Next year, I'm not going to have it so big and not plant so much. (I say that now...)
So as you get ready for work this week, just think- you could be flagging road construction, too. Please be nice and slow down in construction zones. And above all, be kind and rewind. (oh, they don't rent VHS anymore... dang... I'll think of something clever...)
I'm sorry I haven't been writing much lately. I've been working in the Rutland area since just before my birthday but have come home exhausted and just sit then go to sleep. I drink about a pot of coffee everyday. That needs to stop, but when you're bored and cold, it's all I can do. This area of the state the roads are fixed. East of here and south are still closed and badly damaged. I have to go to Rutland at 6am tomorrow to have a 25 year old pot-head tell me where I'll be working for the day and I'm thinking either one of two things- 1. Some of us will be sent to route 100 (north/south route along the mountains of Vermont) and others sent south to Jamaica area. or 2. We'll be told we're not needed. I'm hoping to stick it out until October at least because the money is pretty good. Not as good as it should be for nearly being killed and yelled at every day. Even the Vermont Transit workers have told me they would never flag. Gee, thanks. That's comforting. Here's a list/map if you have no idea what I'm talking about... http://www.511vt.com/
This weekend I had both Saturday and Sunday off. Whoo hooo! And I have done little to nothing, which is weird, but good I guess. I have to get into my garden and harvest onions and broccoli and beans. I also have to search for pumpkins. I don't think they did well. Bummer. I'm always learning new things about how to make my garden better. Next year, I'm not going to have it so big and not plant so much. (I say that now...)
So as you get ready for work this week, just think- you could be flagging road construction, too. Please be nice and slow down in construction zones. And above all, be kind and rewind. (oh, they don't rent VHS anymore... dang... I'll think of something clever...)
Monday, September 12, 2011
My Memory
Yesterday marked the 10th anniversary of the terrorist attacks in New York, Washington, DC, and Pennsylvania. The media inundated us with videos of that day as well as vigils and memorials from today. I just wanted to share my memory of the day and let you all share your thoughts as well. (I wasn't on facebook yesterday, so I missed it if you've already done this- enlighten me and do it again, please.)
In 2001, I just started back in college to finish my degree. I had an 8am Spanish class at St. Michael's College that was held everyday. It was a Tuesday, 2 days after my 23 birthday. I can even remember what I was wearing- my yellow tank Patagonia dress with flip flops. We were watching a video in class that went along with our textbook. When Professora Pachman turned the DVD off, the TV was still on and we saw briefly an image of a burning building that a plane had struck. Professora quickly turned it off because she didn't want ANY English spoken (or heard) in class. Many of us wanted to know what was happening, so we went right after class to the library to get online to see what happened. The computers were so slow because the whole world was trying to figure out what was happening. Not able to find out much, other than a plane hit the World Trade Center in New York City. I was thinking it was a Cessna or something like that- not a 737 filled with people. I headed to my next class- psychological statistics (taking psych research and finding correlations and such... it really was an interesting class) where my Richard Gere look-a-like professor had the TV on. Students were shocked to find out it was a 737. We sat and watched the second plane hit the tower. It looked like an obscene movie. We watched the towers fall- not able to move from our seats to leave for other classes. Some students left sobbing. Most were in shock. It was unreal to think that someone, ANYONE, could do such a thing.
Some geography for you- St. Michael's College is located up the hill from the Vermont Air National Guard where my father had worked my entire life to that point (and 4 more years after). If I could have, I would have communted to school with my dad every morning. On September 11th, my father was at Hickam Air Force Base on Pearl Harbor, Hawaii. Pretty ironic, if you think about it- some 60 years prior, there was a horrific terrorist attack where he was. Only today, it was halfway across the world in New York, as well as DC and Pennsylvania. The Vermont Air Guard (or VTANG as I call them) was alerted and scrambled to go after any plane that didn't respond to the grounding order. I've been told by VTANG members that our F-16's were some 20-30 miles from flight 93 when it went down in Pennsylvania. The next day, VTANG was the first Air Force group to fly over the site in New York to guard against further attacks- a no-fly-zone had been created. As you remember, we were all on edge. we hadn't been attacked for some 60 years- how could this have happened? Why did it happen? Why did so many innocent people die? 10 years later we are still asking those questions.
For my grandfather, it was "Where were you when Pearl Harbor was attacked?"
For my mother and father, it was "Where were you when Kennedy was shot?"
For all of us (3 generations), it was "Where were you on 9/11?" We all know the year- it just known by the month and date. Pretty interesting.
In 2005, I took a friend to New York for my birthday to see the Red Sox play the Yankees. We toured the city and had a great time (except for getting lost in Jamacia, NY after the game... not so fun...) We did go to Ground Zero (where the towers had been). I cried just seeing the flag behind what was left. Here are a couple of pictures I'd like to share.
In 2001, I just started back in college to finish my degree. I had an 8am Spanish class at St. Michael's College that was held everyday. It was a Tuesday, 2 days after my 23 birthday. I can even remember what I was wearing- my yellow tank Patagonia dress with flip flops. We were watching a video in class that went along with our textbook. When Professora Pachman turned the DVD off, the TV was still on and we saw briefly an image of a burning building that a plane had struck. Professora quickly turned it off because she didn't want ANY English spoken (or heard) in class. Many of us wanted to know what was happening, so we went right after class to the library to get online to see what happened. The computers were so slow because the whole world was trying to figure out what was happening. Not able to find out much, other than a plane hit the World Trade Center in New York City. I was thinking it was a Cessna or something like that- not a 737 filled with people. I headed to my next class- psychological statistics (taking psych research and finding correlations and such... it really was an interesting class) where my Richard Gere look-a-like professor had the TV on. Students were shocked to find out it was a 737. We sat and watched the second plane hit the tower. It looked like an obscene movie. We watched the towers fall- not able to move from our seats to leave for other classes. Some students left sobbing. Most were in shock. It was unreal to think that someone, ANYONE, could do such a thing.
Some geography for you- St. Michael's College is located up the hill from the Vermont Air National Guard where my father had worked my entire life to that point (and 4 more years after). If I could have, I would have communted to school with my dad every morning. On September 11th, my father was at Hickam Air Force Base on Pearl Harbor, Hawaii. Pretty ironic, if you think about it- some 60 years prior, there was a horrific terrorist attack where he was. Only today, it was halfway across the world in New York, as well as DC and Pennsylvania. The Vermont Air Guard (or VTANG as I call them) was alerted and scrambled to go after any plane that didn't respond to the grounding order. I've been told by VTANG members that our F-16's were some 20-30 miles from flight 93 when it went down in Pennsylvania. The next day, VTANG was the first Air Force group to fly over the site in New York to guard against further attacks- a no-fly-zone had been created. As you remember, we were all on edge. we hadn't been attacked for some 60 years- how could this have happened? Why did it happen? Why did so many innocent people die? 10 years later we are still asking those questions.
For my grandfather, it was "Where were you when Pearl Harbor was attacked?"
For my mother and father, it was "Where were you when Kennedy was shot?"
For all of us (3 generations), it was "Where were you on 9/11?" We all know the year- it just known by the month and date. Pretty interesting.
In 2005, I took a friend to New York for my birthday to see the Red Sox play the Yankees. We toured the city and had a great time (except for getting lost in Jamacia, NY after the game... not so fun...) We did go to Ground Zero (where the towers had been). I cried just seeing the flag behind what was left. Here are a couple of pictures I'd like to share.
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| the hole |
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| Ground Zero, 4 years later |
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| even reading this, I started to cry |
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| a cross from the ashes |
It is now September 12th, almost the 13th. The remembrances and speeches have gone away and it's back to the same old same old. Many thousands perhaps even millions of lives were changed that fateful day in September. For some, it's just a day on a calender. For others, that will be etched in their hearts and minds forever.
What will you remember?
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| View of lower Manhattan |
Saturday, September 10, 2011
I'm just a working stiff
Whew! Flagging is an interesting/mind numbing job. It's interesting in the fact that you have to be alert and you are in charge of many people's safety- both the construction workers and the drivers. The mind numbing part of it is that you can stand there, get dust blown into your face that all you can taste and chew is dirt, for 12 hours, rain or shine. For my first 5 days on the job (I took Monday Labor Day off), I was assigned to work in the Wilmington area (near the Massachusetts border- literally I could see the sign). It was an incredibly long day- 2 ½ hours down, 12 hours flagging, 2 ½ hours back. The construction crew we worked with was great, which helps. On Wednesday, I got to the site before everyone and no one else showed up to flag with me so I was on my own to flag an area where the crew was working. Not only did I feel like I was abandoned by my new company, it was POURING rain and my rain gear was crap.
The clean up in this town and road was going to take a while to fix. I liked the crew I worked with, just not the commute. My boss came down Wednesday and had brought a new crew to work(at a different site) and told me he was working on getting me closer to Rutland (i.e. closer to home). And come to find out that my boss called me that night to report Thursday in Rutland. Whoo hoo!
But before the Rutland jobsite, I have to tell you about my ride home. Tuesday and Wednesday, I had decided to drive myself (safer that way). Wednesday, I decided to try to take a more direct route home, if I could. Mind you, many (most) roads in these parts are closed for various washouts- shoulders gone, half a road gone, and in some places, the whole road gone. Route 30 wasn't too far from where I was in Jacksonville which would take me on route 7 an open and fast road that I knew was open to get home. So, I went into Wilmington and asked how I would get there (had a free map that helped) and asked if the roads were passable. "oh yeah" was the response I got. Ok. Up the road I go- through mountains and valleys. There were some trouble spots, but no "road closed" signs (which we'd been going around on my other rides through Brattleboro to get to the worksite). I finally did come to a road closed sign and as always, went around it anyways. Well, come to find out there's a dang good reason why the road was closed. Take a look for yourself:
I drove back and tried to figure out the detour around. The local store had just closed (I should have knocked), so I took my trusty map and figured if I go this way... I'd eventually get to the town I needed to be to get route 30 to get route 7 to get home! My trusty free map is only so good...the road I went on turned to dirt/mud and went up and over a mountain. I thought about stopping to ask somewhere were I was going, but was afraid I'd get stuck in the mud! Yes, it did get to the town I needed (Jamaica) where I found a store that was open to ask for directions. The lady that helped me was a bit frustrated (I think she was sick of giving stupid people like me directions). The detour through Jamaica was unbelievable. Seriously, Google or Bing Jamaica Vermont flood pictures. It was unbelievable the damage- whole house washed off a hill with only the pipes and half a cellar left. Up and over more mountains and valleys and finally to route 7. So much for a direct route. The Mainers have it right- you really CAN'T get there from here!
Thursday I got my new assignment in the Rutland area- in the town called Clarendon. It's a pretty easy job, but on a detoured road, which makes it scary. The hurricane washed out the bridge on route 7 (the main north-south route in Vermont) so traffic was diverted to the road I work on where fortunately, the bridge didn't wash out, but washed trees right onto the road and around houses. I met this guy Thursday taking pictures. I asked him what the area looked like right after the storm. He gave me his website to check out the pictures. They're unbelievable. See for yourself: www.mountainmanpics.com The Maine National Guard has been cleaning out the area of trees and brush that had been washed up and rebuilding the river to prevent this from happening again. My job is to slow down traffic through the construction area and stop traffic when the Army trucks come in and out of the worksite. Pretty simple for the most part.
Thursday, my walkie talkie worked for most of the day. Friday only half the day. Today, we didn't have walkie talkies at all, which wasn't too bad, but still. Also, today we had a Rutland County sheriff for a short time to help slow traffic. He had stopped up ahead of me (where I couldn't see him) and then came just behind me and sat with his lights. At one point, I had my stop sign up and visible, standing in the middle of the road, looking at traffic, and turning to look at the army guys leaving the site. This pickup truck comes barreling down the road, doesn't even attempt to slow down, and finally comes to a stop about 20 feet or so from me. The sheriff (bless his heart) got out of his car and pointed at him and motioned him up to talk to him. I wish he had given him a ticket for almost killing me (and the day after my birthday at that!) but he didn't. That scared me so much that I started to shake a bit. I have such a greater appreciation for flaggers and all road crews for dealing with crap like this. I know I'm inconveniencing people by making them slow down when they're already late and the detour is making them that much more late, but I'm in charge of the crew's safety and the driver's too. I was very happy to hear that we had Sunday off and were told to stop at noon as well. Some of these crews haven't had a day off since the storm. that's over 2 weeks! Much needed day and a half of rest for everyone!
I'm not sure how much longer I can or will be able to do this, but I'm making good money and I have bills to pay! My words to you all- be kind to the construction workers. SLOW DOWN or I will stick my tongue out at you and yell at you. And no one wants that.
Luckily, about at lunchtime, they were moving to a new site further up the road and I could go and get dry and buy some soup at the local store in Jacksonville. (to quote wikipedia "not to be confused with Jacksonville, Florida") While I was getting my soup heated (I had to buy a can of soup and the lady put it in a cup and warmed it in the microwave- it was the best!), the river/brook/stream right behind the building that goes right through town had overflowed onto the road (again) and the construction crew had to do some emergency work there to stop the flow. Here's 2 pictures-
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| main street, Jacksonville The excavator in the back is from the crew I worked with |
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| there once was a sidewalk here |
The clean up in this town and road was going to take a while to fix. I liked the crew I worked with, just not the commute. My boss came down Wednesday and had brought a new crew to work(at a different site) and told me he was working on getting me closer to Rutland (i.e. closer to home). And come to find out that my boss called me that night to report Thursday in Rutland. Whoo hoo!
But before the Rutland jobsite, I have to tell you about my ride home. Tuesday and Wednesday, I had decided to drive myself (safer that way). Wednesday, I decided to try to take a more direct route home, if I could. Mind you, many (most) roads in these parts are closed for various washouts- shoulders gone, half a road gone, and in some places, the whole road gone. Route 30 wasn't too far from where I was in Jacksonville which would take me on route 7 an open and fast road that I knew was open to get home. So, I went into Wilmington and asked how I would get there (had a free map that helped) and asked if the roads were passable. "oh yeah" was the response I got. Ok. Up the road I go- through mountains and valleys. There were some trouble spots, but no "road closed" signs (which we'd been going around on my other rides through Brattleboro to get to the worksite). I finally did come to a road closed sign and as always, went around it anyways. Well, come to find out there's a dang good reason why the road was closed. Take a look for yourself:
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| do you see a road? I didn't... last time I go around a closed sign! |
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| this home really was mobile! |
Thursday I got my new assignment in the Rutland area- in the town called Clarendon. It's a pretty easy job, but on a detoured road, which makes it scary. The hurricane washed out the bridge on route 7 (the main north-south route in Vermont) so traffic was diverted to the road I work on where fortunately, the bridge didn't wash out, but washed trees right onto the road and around houses. I met this guy Thursday taking pictures. I asked him what the area looked like right after the storm. He gave me his website to check out the pictures. They're unbelievable. See for yourself: www.mountainmanpics.com The Maine National Guard has been cleaning out the area of trees and brush that had been washed up and rebuilding the river to prevent this from happening again. My job is to slow down traffic through the construction area and stop traffic when the Army trucks come in and out of the worksite. Pretty simple for the most part.
Thursday, my walkie talkie worked for most of the day. Friday only half the day. Today, we didn't have walkie talkies at all, which wasn't too bad, but still. Also, today we had a Rutland County sheriff for a short time to help slow traffic. He had stopped up ahead of me (where I couldn't see him) and then came just behind me and sat with his lights. At one point, I had my stop sign up and visible, standing in the middle of the road, looking at traffic, and turning to look at the army guys leaving the site. This pickup truck comes barreling down the road, doesn't even attempt to slow down, and finally comes to a stop about 20 feet or so from me. The sheriff (bless his heart) got out of his car and pointed at him and motioned him up to talk to him. I wish he had given him a ticket for almost killing me (and the day after my birthday at that!) but he didn't. That scared me so much that I started to shake a bit. I have such a greater appreciation for flaggers and all road crews for dealing with crap like this. I know I'm inconveniencing people by making them slow down when they're already late and the detour is making them that much more late, but I'm in charge of the crew's safety and the driver's too. I was very happy to hear that we had Sunday off and were told to stop at noon as well. Some of these crews haven't had a day off since the storm. that's over 2 weeks! Much needed day and a half of rest for everyone!
I'm not sure how much longer I can or will be able to do this, but I'm making good money and I have bills to pay! My words to you all- be kind to the construction workers. SLOW DOWN or I will stick my tongue out at you and yell at you. And no one wants that.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
it's been a long... time coming..
What a great Crosby Stills Nash & Young song...
No, I haven't fallen off into one of the many holes on the side of a washed out road. Work has been busy and driving to and from work is work itself. Tomorrow I promise to share a story and a picture of my travels. For now, I'm heading off to dreamland.
Here's a thought for the day:
Do Lipton Tea employees take coffee breaks?
And one more for good measure: (I love Carlinisms)
When someone asks you, "A penny for your thoughts" and you put your two cents in . . . what happens to the other penny?
No, I haven't fallen off into one of the many holes on the side of a washed out road. Work has been busy and driving to and from work is work itself. Tomorrow I promise to share a story and a picture of my travels. For now, I'm heading off to dreamland.
Here's a thought for the day:
Do Lipton Tea employees take coffee breaks?
And one more for good measure: (I love Carlinisms)
When someone asks you, "A penny for your thoughts" and you put your two cents in . . . what happens to the other penny?
Monday, September 5, 2011
The job
Wednesday, I was looking for jobs like I've done just about every day. I found this job posted on Craigslist and emailed them back. It was a flagging/traffic controller job (not a mind blowing job, but well paying). I got a call back within 4 hours or so telling me to meet Thursday to do paperwork and training. Thursday afternoon, I head to Rutland to fill out the paperwork. Of course, I'm the only girl and probably the oldest of this bunch. As a rule, we have to watch a video as part of our training. Now I know you think flaggers are just people who just turn their sign from slow to stop and try not to get hit, but it's a bit more than that. It's not rocket science, but communication is important. Knowing when the road crew is out of the way in order to send traffic is probably the most important. (duh) Anyways, the head guy told us he wasn't sure where we were needed for Friday yet, but that he would call us in an hour or so. In a couple hours, I got a call that we are needed in Southern Vermont. I'm to meet up in Rutland at 4am to carpool down past Brattleboro and work for the day. That means that I had to get up at 2:30 and leave by 3:15 from Orwell to get to Rutland. Thankfully, I was tired and went to bed by 7:30-8:00pm.
On Friday, I get up, head to Rutland, carpool down to Wilmington, Vermont which was devastated (not the best word to describe the total destruction of a town) to be told to head to route 112 in the town of Halifax where we would be working. The road has become a major thoroughfare for people traveling from Bennington because a major bridge there was washed out, as well as being right on the border of Massachusetts. The road was a one lane road right by a river and about an eighth of a mile of the road was gone into the river. We worked there 12 hours (6am-6pm), then headed back to Rutland, where I got home around 9:30pm or so. Long day.
Saturday, same thing. 12 hour day. Saturday seemed to go by faster because we had many trucks coming to our worksite to dump instead of just passing through to go to other sites. Here are pictures of my worksite:
Here's some pictures of the river right next to the road-
On Friday, I get up, head to Rutland, carpool down to Wilmington, Vermont which was devastated (not the best word to describe the total destruction of a town) to be told to head to route 112 in the town of Halifax where we would be working. The road has become a major thoroughfare for people traveling from Bennington because a major bridge there was washed out, as well as being right on the border of Massachusetts. The road was a one lane road right by a river and about an eighth of a mile of the road was gone into the river. We worked there 12 hours (6am-6pm), then headed back to Rutland, where I got home around 9:30pm or so. Long day.
Saturday, same thing. 12 hour day. Saturday seemed to go by faster because we had many trucks coming to our worksite to dump instead of just passing through to go to other sites. Here are pictures of my worksite:
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| The worksite- 6am Saturday |
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| closer view- Saturday am |
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Here's some pictures of the river right next to the road-
After the numerous dump truck loads throughout the day, here is the result-
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| Saturday, 6pm |
They weren't finished, but they had done such a great job just in 2 days! Just before we left, the foreman told us that we didn't have to be there until 6:30am and that Sunday would be a shorter day. I was happy about that, since the commute was killing me. I don't mind the job, just the commute. So I left my house at a bit after 4am and met up in Rutland to head down. It was a pretty good day- quiet and not much traffic. It started to thunder towards the end of our time, but we kept working. We stopped at 2:30 and headed back to Rutland. I told the guy that I commute with who is kind of a go-to guy for the flaggers that I couldn't work Monday. I was tired and needed a day off. I told him that the job wasn't the problem, just the commute. (it really isn't a hard job, but I do enjoy my 8 hours of sleep...) I was upfront and told him that if I couldn't have it off, that I would have to quit. So here I am, enjoying a day off.
My boss hasn't given me or anyone a schedule (a bit sketchy, but it is an emergency situation) but I'm thinking I'm going to work 3 or 4 days and hope to have a day off. There's tons of work, including work not far from where I live and I hope I get to work a lot closer. And no, I'm not going to make flagging my life work. It's just something to help pay my bills while patiently waiting for a teaching job. And it makes for a good story.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
allergies
I woke up today with my eyes glued shut. When I unglued them, I still couldn't see. Ah, the wonders of ragweed/hay fever season. Not much works for me in way of medicine- at some point (when I get a job and health insurance perhaps) I will need to get allergy shots. But in the meantime, I take either Zyrtec, Clarintin, or better yet Benedryl. I took Benedryl shortly after I got up and shortly after that it knocked me down and out. Not what I wanted to be doing today- sleeping off the medicine haze. Sometimes you have to give in. I did indeed.
I tried making my allergies better holistically- eating raw honey every day, trying to drink raw milk (I stopped buying it because I couldn't drink the half gallon fast enough before it spoiled). But here I am- red eyed with a stuffy head. I have year round allergies, but this time of year is the worst. Good ol' ragweed, just like my mom. My mom used to have such horrible symptoms that she hardly went out for a month or two. She used to get shots and have a reaction to them (which you're not supposed to do), but has very little reaction to ragweed anymore. Lucky.
So instead of picking more green beans and weeding the gardens or mowing the lawn, I stayed inside incapacitated due to ragweed. I have looked for jobs and I've just applied to be a flagger/traffic controller for the Rutland area to help with all the roadwork that will be happening due to the flooding from the hurricane. At least it's a job and will keep me out of trouble (somewhat).
Quote of the day:
Patience is also a form of action. ~Auguste Rodin
I tried making my allergies better holistically- eating raw honey every day, trying to drink raw milk (I stopped buying it because I couldn't drink the half gallon fast enough before it spoiled). But here I am- red eyed with a stuffy head. I have year round allergies, but this time of year is the worst. Good ol' ragweed, just like my mom. My mom used to have such horrible symptoms that she hardly went out for a month or two. She used to get shots and have a reaction to them (which you're not supposed to do), but has very little reaction to ragweed anymore. Lucky.
So instead of picking more green beans and weeding the gardens or mowing the lawn, I stayed inside incapacitated due to ragweed. I have looked for jobs and I've just applied to be a flagger/traffic controller for the Rutland area to help with all the roadwork that will be happening due to the flooding from the hurricane. At least it's a job and will keep me out of trouble (somewhat).
Quote of the day:
Patience is also a form of action. ~Auguste Rodin
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Happy Birthday, Ted Williams!
I don't know why I love baseball, but I do. I'm the only one of my family that really loves it. My father would watch bits and pieces growing up, but wasn't a big fan. He (and my mom) would of course root for the Red Sox, but didn't know players names other than the big ones. My mom actually took me to my first game at Fenway when I was 13 or so. They lost, but it was a great experience. My brother hates (or strongly dislikes) baseball, but he got hit in the face during Little League, so can you blame him?
After third grade, my parents sent my brother and I to a private Christian School in town. I was the outsider and didn't fit in with 90% of the girls. I decided to play with the boys and learned how to play football, hone my kickball and tether ball skills, and started to collect baseball cards. This was when José Canseco and Mark McGuire were big in Oakland and the Red Sox had Mike Greenwell, Jody Reed, Dwight Evans, Jim Rice, and my favorite, Wade Boggs. Why was he my favorite? I loved third base and thought that all the cool people played third- you had to have a strong arm to play (which of course I didn't).
Somehow, I got into the history of baseball and learned about the greats- Ty Cobb, Smokey Joe Wood, Shoeless Joe Jackson, Babe Ruth, Lou Gehrig, Ted Williams, Mickey Mantle (I took how I sign my name from him), Jackie Robinson, and many many more. I don't know what it is about old things- old movies, antiques, baseball,- I just love learning about how things were. Life seemed so much better back then- easier. You can argue that but look deep. Things were simpler. No cell phones. No television (until the 50's and 60's). No steroids. Just alcohol and tobacco were their drugs of choice. This may be disputed too, who knows.
I've always been a Red Sox fan and always will be. I must confess, my favorite player of all time is a Yankee. Hear me out, hear me out. His name is Lou Gehrig- got a disease named after him which killed my great aunt. He was a humble but powerful man. He hit after the flamboyant Ruth and was in 2130 games in a row before he benched himself and soon after died. He was a great first baseman (and football player at Columbia University). I read a biography of him when I was in 7th or 8th grade and was hooked instantly.
I'm also a big fan of Ted Williams, left fielder for the Sox. He wasn't as humble (at all) as Lou, but man was he a ball player. He was also a distinguished pilot in both World War II and Korea. His eyesight was said to be 20/10 twice better than normal vision. He literally wrote the book on hitting and had an impressive career, despite not winning a World Series. Damned Yankees.
A great book to read about Ted Williams and his 3 other baseball buddies: Johnny Pesky (the right field pole is named for him), Bobby Doerr, and Dom DiMaggio (Joe's brother) is called The Teammates: A Portrait of a Friendship. I want to read his book about hitting some day, too. Lots of good stories out there.
There's my confession- I'm a baseball fan. I have been to only 5 major league stadiums (so far) and countless other double and single A stadiums. I may not know all of the players or their stats by heart, but I know the game and the history. And on this day in 1918, Theodore Samuel Williams was born. Happy Birthday Ted!
After third grade, my parents sent my brother and I to a private Christian School in town. I was the outsider and didn't fit in with 90% of the girls. I decided to play with the boys and learned how to play football, hone my kickball and tether ball skills, and started to collect baseball cards. This was when José Canseco and Mark McGuire were big in Oakland and the Red Sox had Mike Greenwell, Jody Reed, Dwight Evans, Jim Rice, and my favorite, Wade Boggs. Why was he my favorite? I loved third base and thought that all the cool people played third- you had to have a strong arm to play (which of course I didn't).
Somehow, I got into the history of baseball and learned about the greats- Ty Cobb, Smokey Joe Wood, Shoeless Joe Jackson, Babe Ruth, Lou Gehrig, Ted Williams, Mickey Mantle (I took how I sign my name from him), Jackie Robinson, and many many more. I don't know what it is about old things- old movies, antiques, baseball,- I just love learning about how things were. Life seemed so much better back then- easier. You can argue that but look deep. Things were simpler. No cell phones. No television (until the 50's and 60's). No steroids. Just alcohol and tobacco were their drugs of choice. This may be disputed too, who knows.
I've always been a Red Sox fan and always will be. I must confess, my favorite player of all time is a Yankee. Hear me out, hear me out. His name is Lou Gehrig- got a disease named after him which killed my great aunt. He was a humble but powerful man. He hit after the flamboyant Ruth and was in 2130 games in a row before he benched himself and soon after died. He was a great first baseman (and football player at Columbia University). I read a biography of him when I was in 7th or 8th grade and was hooked instantly.
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| The colored box is Ted's strike zone and the colors represent his sweet spots (red=best) and have his batting % |
A great book to read about Ted Williams and his 3 other baseball buddies: Johnny Pesky (the right field pole is named for him), Bobby Doerr, and Dom DiMaggio (Joe's brother) is called The Teammates: A Portrait of a Friendship. I want to read his book about hitting some day, too. Lots of good stories out there.
There's my confession- I'm a baseball fan. I have been to only 5 major league stadiums (so far) and countless other double and single A stadiums. I may not know all of the players or their stats by heart, but I know the game and the history. And on this day in 1918, Theodore Samuel Williams was born. Happy Birthday Ted!
Monday, August 29, 2011
Good-bye Irene
What a day! Lots of rain, wind. Power went out only briefly. Not too shabby. And in case you haven't seen enough pictures and footage of Irene, here's some more:
So last evening, I went and hid in my room and watched my Special Edition Joshua Tree DVD that I had gotten a couple of years back for Christmas and hadn't watched yet. Of course, it was awesome. I realized that I love U2 not because they are Irish and beautiful, but because their songs seem just for me- they fit they way I feel. Here's what I mean:
In God's Country
Desert sky, dream beneath the desert sky.
The rivers run but soon run dry.
We need new dreams tonight.(don't we all?)
MLK
Bad (one if not my favorite)
Running to a Stand Still
And so she woke up
Woke up from where she was lyin' still.
Said I gotta do something
About where we're (I'm) goin'.
Step on a fast train
Step out of the driving rain, maybe
Run from the darkness in the night.
Singing ah, ah la la la de day
Ah la la la de day.
I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For (my ring tone and my life song)
I have climbed the highest mountains
I have run through the fields
Only to be with you
Only to be with you.
I have run, I have crawled
I have scaled these city walls
These city walls
Only to be with you.
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for.
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for.
And (Psalm) 40
What a day! Lots of rain, wind. Power went out only briefly. Not too shabby. And in case you haven't seen enough pictures and footage of Irene, here's some more:
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| view from the house- surveying the damage to the fields |
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| some damage on Cook Road |
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| East Creek spilled over and created a pond in our field |
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| my sunflowers had seen better days... |
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| Route 73 just outside of Brandon (the is the Otter Creek overflowing- the longest river in Vermont) |
The weather made me stir crazy. Went outside to make sure the dog went to the bathroom- not too bad. The wind picked up last night tonight and I hear lots of flooding had happened. Youtube Vermont flood and check it out. Crazy stuff!
In God's Country
Desert sky, dream beneath the desert sky.
The rivers run but soon run dry.
We need new dreams tonight.(don't we all?)
MLK
Sleep, sleep tonight
and may your dreams be realized
if the thunder cloud passes rain
so let it rain, rain down on me
so let it be, so let it be
(very fitting after a hurricane)and may your dreams be realized
if the thunder cloud passes rain
so let it rain, rain down on me
so let it be, so let it be
Bad (one if not my favorite)
If you twist and turn away.
It you tear yourself in two again.
If I could, yes I would
If I could, I would let it go.
Surrender, dislocate.
If I could throw this lifeless life-line to the wind.
Leave this heart of clay, see you walk, walk away
Into the night, and through the rain
Into the half light and through the flame.
If I could, through myself, set your spirit free
I'd lead your heart away, see you break, break away
Into the light and to the day.
To let it go and so to find away.
To let it go and so find away.
I'm wide awake.
I'm wide awake, wide awake.
I'm not sleeping.
If you should ask, then maybe
They'd tell you what I would say
True colours fly in blue and black
Blue silken sky and burning flag.
Colours crash, collide in blood-shot eyes.
If I could, you know I would
If I could, I would let it go.
This desperation, dislocation
Separation, condemnation
Revelation, in temptation
Isolation, desolation
Let it go and so to find away
To let it go and so to find away
To let it go and so to find away
I'm wide awake, I'm wide awake, wide awake
I'm not sleeping
Oh no, no, no.
It you tear yourself in two again.
If I could, yes I would
If I could, I would let it go.
Surrender, dislocate.
If I could throw this lifeless life-line to the wind.
Leave this heart of clay, see you walk, walk away
Into the night, and through the rain
Into the half light and through the flame.
If I could, through myself, set your spirit free
I'd lead your heart away, see you break, break away
Into the light and to the day.
To let it go and so to find away.
To let it go and so find away.
I'm wide awake.
I'm wide awake, wide awake.
I'm not sleeping.
If you should ask, then maybe
They'd tell you what I would say
True colours fly in blue and black
Blue silken sky and burning flag.
Colours crash, collide in blood-shot eyes.
If I could, you know I would
If I could, I would let it go.
This desperation, dislocation
Separation, condemnation
Revelation, in temptation
Isolation, desolation
Let it go and so to find away
To let it go and so to find away
To let it go and so to find away
I'm wide awake, I'm wide awake, wide awake
I'm not sleeping
Oh no, no, no.
Running to a Stand Still
And so she woke up
Woke up from where she was lyin' still.
Said I gotta do something
About where we're (I'm) goin'.
Step on a fast train
Step out of the driving rain, maybe
Run from the darkness in the night.
Singing ah, ah la la la de day
Ah la la la de day.
I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For (my ring tone and my life song)
I have climbed the highest mountains
I have run through the fields
Only to be with you
Only to be with you.
I have scaled these city walls
These city walls
Only to be with you.
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for.
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for.
And (Psalm) 40
I waited patiently for the Lord.
He inclined and heard my cry.
He brought me up out of the pit
Out of the miry clay.
I will sing, sing a new song.
I will sing, sing a new song.
How long to sing this song?
How long to sing this song?
How long to sing this song?
I can't wait to sing a new song. Pretty powerful, huh? Yes, they're my favorite band. God bless them. And thank goodness the hurricane is gone!
He inclined and heard my cry.
He brought me up out of the pit
Out of the miry clay.
I will sing, sing a new song.
I will sing, sing a new song.
How long to sing this song?
How long to sing this song?
How long, how long, how long
How long to sing this song?
You set my feet upon a rock
And made my footsteps firm.
Many will see, many will see and hear.I will sing, sing a new song.
I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song.
I will sing, sing a new song
How long to sing this song?
How long to sing this song?
How long to sing this song? How long to sing this song?
I can't wait to sing a new song. Pretty powerful, huh? Yes, they're my favorite band. God bless them. And thank goodness the hurricane is gone!
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| this sunflower broke and it was much taller than me! |
Saturday, August 27, 2011
A word (or two) about hurricanes
In the summer and fall of 2004 (the year the Red Sox won their first World Series in 86 years), there were 16 storms of which 4 hurricanes that criss crossed the state of Florida. My first encounter was while staying with my aunt and uncle before I found my own place. Her name was Frances and she took her sweet time doing her thing off the coast before deciding to move inland. It was weird- I had been in storms, but nothing like that. I helped put the storm shutters up and get all of the supplies and listen to the nonstop hurricane updates. The media really knows how to play it up, let me tell you. The hurricane had such low pressure the I slept through it (which was nice.) Soon after, Ivan and Jeanne criss crossed the state in just about the same area. Not good for those who had roof damage from Frances. Kids were happy because we were out of school. Palm Beach County is one of the largest school districts in the country, so if one school is without power, we're all out of school. Luckily the Sox were playing in Tampa Bay so I got to go and see them while waiting to go back to school!
2005 was an even busier year for hurricanes and tropical storms that were in the Atlantic Ocean. There were 28 named storms to be exact, the most in recorded history.
So, to all you hurricane "virgins", there will be wind. There will be rain bands (the arms of the hurricane bring bands of rain). There is the potential for tornadoes. But since this storm has already hit land in North Carolina and Virginia and else where, the most we'll get here in Vermont is wind and rain. And it may be heavy! We might loose power, but we're used to that. The stupid news and other media hypes storms up. Maybe because people aren't prepared and have any lick of common sense ("common sense ain't so common"). You've all made your list and bought out the store with batteries, milk, (why?) water, maybe even a generator (don't use it in your house, please). You'll be fine. Curl up with a good book. Drink a beer or other beverage, and watch the storm.
Just don't get yourself electrocuted after the storm or have carbon monoxide poisoning because you put your grill in your house to cook hot dogs.
2005 was an even busier year for hurricanes and tropical storms that were in the Atlantic Ocean. There were 28 named storms to be exact, the most in recorded history.
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| 2005 hurricane map |
I remember during one hurricane (either 2004 or 2005- I don't remember now), I was in my apartment during a hurricane. I had a big window in my bedroom and my back wall was sliding glass door/window to my patio. The wind was making the back glass door move and I was afraid it might burst or something. So I hid in my bathroom (the safest place). When the eye of the hurricane came, it was quiet- no rain or wind. I heard some people outside so I went out and checked on the damage too. A tree had landed on a neighbors car- so lucky mine was ok! Then the back end of the hurricane started. Thank the good Lord my door had a deadbolt because my door was going to blow in! Scary stuff! Power went out. Driving anywhere was taking your life in your own hands- not many people stop at a stop light that isn't on. Like I've told many people, I'll take a snowstorm over a hurricane any day! You just shovel and keep going! Hurricanes, there's flooding, power outages, heat, bugs. Not fun.
So, to all you hurricane "virgins", there will be wind. There will be rain bands (the arms of the hurricane bring bands of rain). There is the potential for tornadoes. But since this storm has already hit land in North Carolina and Virginia and else where, the most we'll get here in Vermont is wind and rain. And it may be heavy! We might loose power, but we're used to that. The stupid news and other media hypes storms up. Maybe because people aren't prepared and have any lick of common sense ("common sense ain't so common"). You've all made your list and bought out the store with batteries, milk, (why?) water, maybe even a generator (don't use it in your house, please). You'll be fine. Curl up with a good book. Drink a beer or other beverage, and watch the storm.
Just don't get yourself electrocuted after the storm or have carbon monoxide poisoning because you put your grill in your house to cook hot dogs.
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