This blog is by no means structured. Though I will try to maintain a particular topic on each seperate blog, there will not be any rhyme or reason for the various topics.
While driving hours and hours every day, my mind wanders over a plethera of ideas.
I listen to XM sattelite radio while driving. Usually Fox News, Rock from 1970's, 1980's, 1960's, Country from 1950's through 1990's and Catholic Channel.
One of the news shows today discussed the commonality of texting while driving. One of my favorite pet peeves. Often I think if I were to honk the truck each time someone texting passed me, I would be deaf by the end of my 9 hour drive. Oddly enough it is mostly adults (as the article mentioned) that obviously should know better. But in my opinion, they are self centered egotists that consider my life and the lives of everyone around them to be far less important than theur text. Surely they feel that they are so much better at multi-tasking that the law is not meant for them. Far too often, they wander across lane dividing lines, onto the shoulder and sadly into the path of other vehicles. They will pass you at a high rate of speed then a mile or two late, you will come up on them, usually in the left lane going much slower than they were. when you get beside them, you can see they are texting or even on a laptop or computer pad.
The remains of wrecks caused by texting have increased each year since the introduction of texting to the general public by way of their cell phones. The deaths and injuries associated with distracted driving are a sad reality of technology being misused. People in general have become a society of the "Right Here, Right Now". The idea of waiting to respond to a text is foreign to many. Perhaps it is due to the fast food lifestyle that many now survive in.
Just another reason I so look forward to moving back to New Mexico and a more laid back calmer life. Away from the hustle and bustle could be a change that will be welcome.
Once again, it is time for me to hit the sack and get some rest so I can be alert to watch out for all those texters tomorrow.
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
New Mexico Treasure
What a prospect!! To find millions in gold and jewels. An 82 year old man in New Mexico hid a chest that is valued in the millions of dollars. Hid it somewhere in New Mexico. The clues? A poem gives hints that could lead the fortunate one to it.
Though I often wish my brother David was still alive, now would be interesting. He was great at finding things out in the back country of New Mexico. Often he could find things that someone like me would walk right past, oblivious to it's presence. And did. He and I were walking, looking for "arrowheads" or what ever we may find. after several miles, he stopped and walked up to me. He reached down and right next to my foot, dusted the light sand and small gravel to the side and ...ta da... what apperaed to be a piece of pottery. He gingerly smoothed the sand and pebbles away and gradually a small pot appeared. The pot was more like a small bowl that would hold about 1.5 quarts liquid. It had beautiful and surprisingly vivid ancient drawing.
I can only imagine how he would be tromping all over the countryside searching for this treasure. I wiah I knew half of what he did about how to spot, recognize and recover ancient finds like those pots. By the way, he did get in legal trouble for finding and selling those same kind of pots to collectors. He did make some kind of deal that any pots found in the future, he would document, photograph and give location information to the UNiversity of New Mexico. Unfortunately, shortly after that, he was killed in a car accident.
My other brother , Fred is also a good outdoorsman. He lives in southern New Mexico and works on a ranch, sometimes for a drilling company and generally a Jack Of All Trades. He has guided hunters into the Gila Wilderness, taken tourists horseback riding in the Wilderness and packed supplies in and garbage out for forest firefighters when they were in too isolated of an area to get vehicles in to. I imagine if he were able , he would look when and where he could.
I have looked at the poem and wondered about some of the places I am familiar with and would love to be able to go look. Sadly I have to stay and work here in Texas. I have only 7 more months to go till retirement. Perhaps if the treasure has not been found by the time I get to New Mexico, I will make a few excursions.
Well, it is time for me to close this and get back into the truck to finish my trip to DFW. I just wanted to waste a little time as to let some of the morning rush hour traffic die down in San Antonio then Austin. I have found that a half hour wasted before getting into traffic often saves frustration. Also, I would rather sit here for half an hour than be out there in the traffic for an extra half an hour. Several times I have gone on into the traffic and by the end of the run, will have arrived at the terminal the same time as if I had waited a bit.
Though I often wish my brother David was still alive, now would be interesting. He was great at finding things out in the back country of New Mexico. Often he could find things that someone like me would walk right past, oblivious to it's presence. And did. He and I were walking, looking for "arrowheads" or what ever we may find. after several miles, he stopped and walked up to me. He reached down and right next to my foot, dusted the light sand and small gravel to the side and ...ta da... what apperaed to be a piece of pottery. He gingerly smoothed the sand and pebbles away and gradually a small pot appeared. The pot was more like a small bowl that would hold about 1.5 quarts liquid. It had beautiful and surprisingly vivid ancient drawing.
I can only imagine how he would be tromping all over the countryside searching for this treasure. I wiah I knew half of what he did about how to spot, recognize and recover ancient finds like those pots. By the way, he did get in legal trouble for finding and selling those same kind of pots to collectors. He did make some kind of deal that any pots found in the future, he would document, photograph and give location information to the UNiversity of New Mexico. Unfortunately, shortly after that, he was killed in a car accident.
My other brother , Fred is also a good outdoorsman. He lives in southern New Mexico and works on a ranch, sometimes for a drilling company and generally a Jack Of All Trades. He has guided hunters into the Gila Wilderness, taken tourists horseback riding in the Wilderness and packed supplies in and garbage out for forest firefighters when they were in too isolated of an area to get vehicles in to. I imagine if he were able , he would look when and where he could.
I have looked at the poem and wondered about some of the places I am familiar with and would love to be able to go look. Sadly I have to stay and work here in Texas. I have only 7 more months to go till retirement. Perhaps if the treasure has not been found by the time I get to New Mexico, I will make a few excursions.
Well, it is time for me to close this and get back into the truck to finish my trip to DFW. I just wanted to waste a little time as to let some of the morning rush hour traffic die down in San Antonio then Austin. I have found that a half hour wasted before getting into traffic often saves frustration. Also, I would rather sit here for half an hour than be out there in the traffic for an extra half an hour. Several times I have gone on into the traffic and by the end of the run, will have arrived at the terminal the same time as if I had waited a bit.
Monday, March 25, 2013
The weather is considered with the move to New Mexico
It is the 5th day of spring and still very chilly. I am very much anticipating spring and nicer, warmer weather. I am one of those people that would rather be at 100* than 50* I just hate the cold and thoroughly enjoy the heat. I am also anticipating moving to Grants area, even though there are much more harsh winters there. FOr instance, there were several days this past winter that the temperatures were in the minus range. As much as -13* were reported in January.
The weather will be a positive change for a number of reasons.
1. The humidity in Irving is usually high and in Grants usually low.
2. It gets cold enough in Grants to eliminate a majority of the summer bugs.
3. The drier air is better for someone like me with lung issues.
4. The drier air is also better for Rheumatoid Arthritis, that Mike has.
Heat is still heat and a dry heat, though different is much more comfortable to me. When it is hot enough to sweat, the drying process of evaporating the sweat from your body produces a cooling sensation. When in a more humid climate, sweat only make you feel more sticky and uncomfortable.
I will have to get used to cooking at a higher elevation. It takes a much shorter time to cook a pot of pinto beans here than it will when we move to Grants. The elevation at the property we will be building the house is about 6475ft.. The elevation here in the DFW area is about 450. So wqe will nbe moving about 6025 feet higher. Of course the oxygen saturation of the air is lesser there. It will take a while to get acclimated to the thinner air.
Trying to think of new stuff to place in this blog will be interesting. I am often daydreaming and thinking of a very diverse topic list. As the news is playing in the background, my wandering thoughts catch tidbits of the storylines. Potential topics:
1. the lottery
2. healthcare
3. investments
4. going to the gun range
5. improving my welding techniques
6. how to determine what to pack and what to donate
7. should I have a yard sale
8. taking time off for medical treatments for Mike
9. What home to chioose
10. How many solar panels will we use initially
That is just what I have been thinking of in the last few minutes. Too much to do today, my day off from work.
The weather will be a positive change for a number of reasons.
1. The humidity in Irving is usually high and in Grants usually low.
2. It gets cold enough in Grants to eliminate a majority of the summer bugs.
3. The drier air is better for someone like me with lung issues.
4. The drier air is also better for Rheumatoid Arthritis, that Mike has.
Heat is still heat and a dry heat, though different is much more comfortable to me. When it is hot enough to sweat, the drying process of evaporating the sweat from your body produces a cooling sensation. When in a more humid climate, sweat only make you feel more sticky and uncomfortable.
I will have to get used to cooking at a higher elevation. It takes a much shorter time to cook a pot of pinto beans here than it will when we move to Grants. The elevation at the property we will be building the house is about 6475ft.. The elevation here in the DFW area is about 450. So wqe will nbe moving about 6025 feet higher. Of course the oxygen saturation of the air is lesser there. It will take a while to get acclimated to the thinner air.
Trying to think of new stuff to place in this blog will be interesting. I am often daydreaming and thinking of a very diverse topic list. As the news is playing in the background, my wandering thoughts catch tidbits of the storylines. Potential topics:
1. the lottery
2. healthcare
3. investments
4. going to the gun range
5. improving my welding techniques
6. how to determine what to pack and what to donate
7. should I have a yard sale
8. taking time off for medical treatments for Mike
9. What home to chioose
10. How many solar panels will we use initially
That is just what I have been thinking of in the last few minutes. Too much to do today, my day off from work.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
New soapbox
Thanks to a cousin, I see this location as an opportunity to vent, rant, compliment, complain or just post random thoughts. I have several links I will add to this in order to promote discussion. If you agree or not, healthy discussion is necessary for a civilized society to survive and thrive. Educated debate can serve to inform if not influence.
My job leaves me spending hours in my own company with little to entertain me but my own mental roaming exercises.
Although I do listen to sattelite radio a good dealof the time, it usually serves to just nudge my thoughts in one particular direction or another.
Even now, with a great deal of work and planning ahead of me, I still manage to let my mind wander aimlessly. Perhaps it is ADD or simply the inability to remain focused on one topic at hand. I do not know. What I do recognize is that starting thinking of a prticular subject doen't always mean I will follow that path. I am admitedly easily distracted from what ever issue I may be trying to address.
This is just the beginning submission to this project. I shall add more at a later time. Today is Sunday, March 24, 2013. It is Palm Sunday and I am going to Holy Family of Nazareth Catholic Church in Irving, Texas. Then I will spend the evening relaxing with my husband Mike and my mother Bernadette. Not a real exciting life. In fact, most often it is a very uneventful life.
My job leaves me spending hours in my own company with little to entertain me but my own mental roaming exercises.
Although I do listen to sattelite radio a good dealof the time, it usually serves to just nudge my thoughts in one particular direction or another.
Even now, with a great deal of work and planning ahead of me, I still manage to let my mind wander aimlessly. Perhaps it is ADD or simply the inability to remain focused on one topic at hand. I do not know. What I do recognize is that starting thinking of a prticular subject doen't always mean I will follow that path. I am admitedly easily distracted from what ever issue I may be trying to address.
This is just the beginning submission to this project. I shall add more at a later time. Today is Sunday, March 24, 2013. It is Palm Sunday and I am going to Holy Family of Nazareth Catholic Church in Irving, Texas. Then I will spend the evening relaxing with my husband Mike and my mother Bernadette. Not a real exciting life. In fact, most often it is a very uneventful life.
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