Last night I was feeling disappointed that I had spent most of my three days off watching Netflix and following politics on Facebook and Twitter. It felt like I had wasted my days off and I knew there was no way I could recover the lost time. I did get a couple things done I wanted to, paid some bills, took some pics in the park, and did my laundry. It just did not feel productive though.
I decided that, over the next three nights, after work, I would catch up on all the things I had not completed. Write in my journal, update my blog, find time to relax, those sorts of things that I put on the proverbial back burner for most of 2018.
That was my biggest complaint for 2018 of myself – denying myself quality ‘me time’ to write or read or, in my own way, meditate, and try to re-connect to my spiritual side that was left at the side of the road half dead waiting to be buried these past couple years.
So here it is Wednesday, and I was all ready to go back to work, three days off is quite enough but I did like that they were all in a row and not my two days off and another stray one somewhere else in this week. It started to snow, fluffy stuff, about an hour before I was to leave for work. I got ready, out to the truck, cleaned it off… cleaned it off again and set off for Port Elgin. I did not even make it the block down to Concession 2. The visibility was terrible, suffice to say there was almost no visibility. I saw the lights of oncoming cars in the last few seconds before they passed (under 3 metres away) and the road surface was snow covered and slippery. I made it to the bridge down the street, turned around almost missing the turn as I slid into the south-bound lane, and paused for a moment on the park road to center myself a little. I drove back home and called off work, the whole ordeal took about fifteen minutes for something on a clear summer day would take less than three.
So, I spent today trying to avoid Facebook and Twitter. I went on both but only briefly, trying to spend less than ten minutes each time. I watched some Netflix, wrote in my journal and hung out a bit with my cat. Right now, I have some meditative music playing on YouTube, love the videos and live streams there for music, and as you can read, I am writing in my blog.
And what will I write about tonight in this blog you ask? I have no idea. I guess it is time once again to check the ‘I did it’ list and find five things to write about.
Here’s one “rode on a snowmobile”. The ride was totally unplanned. I was in Harrison Park, I think it was, and had decided to take a winter hike back into the woods between the Park and the highway that leads into Owen Sound. I remember I got out far enough that the snow was deep and hard to walk in. I remember thinking how long it would take me to get back to the parking lot when a snowmobiler came along. He must have noticed that I was not the best dressed, albeit in winter attire, for such a long hike and he offered me a lift back to the main park. My walk that had taken well over an hour going out was done in about ten minutes. That is the only time I have ever been on a snowmobile.
Called 9-1-1. I think I can recall all the times I called 9-1-1. Let me see if I can list them.
An electrical fire where some trees were touching power lines along the highway – the fire department responded and got the power shut down, so the power crews could repair the damage to the lines.
A flood on the main highway into Walkerton – the police did not respond, the person who responded said “well, we just hope and pray they slow down”, the area flooded was right in front of the OPP detachment office. That storm, as it turns out, was the tipping point for contamination into the town water supply that killed seven and injured over two thousand people.
One time, on vacation, driving through Owen Sound, called the police to report someone throwing a variety of fruits and vegetables down from the escarpment onto the roadway, where cars were going over 50. My wife at the time was worried they’d hit someone. We don’t think the police bothered to even drive by the hill.
Called them one time some guy was spooking kids in my home town, he turned out to be drunk or something, but that time they did show up and even let me ride along to where they caught him in the cemetery.
I called them once about an abandoned vehicle. I had seen it the night before as I was driving home. The location was not near any residences and it just seemed a bit off. So, I called and when I drove by later the vehicle was gone.
Let’s see, probably other times but I will bet I could count them on less fingers than on my two hands.
I have seen all the “Great Lakes”, Ontario, Erie, Huron, Michigan and Superior. Ontario from Toronto. Erie from Erie, Buffalo and Toledo, Huron from all points here along the lakeshore, Sarnia, Michigan from Milwaukee, and, Superior from Sault Ste Marie, Thunder Bay. I have been to the Pacific Ocean via Vancouver Island, but I have yet to see the Atlantic Ocean.
The furthest “east” I have been is Ottawa way back in 1984, and in the US it would be Buffalo, NY.
The furthest “west” in Canada I have been is Pacific Rim National Forest, Vancouver Island, and in the US, it was Fargo, North Dakota I guess since Davenport (Quad City) Iowa is not as far west.
To the north, that would be Baker Lake, Nunavut, and, to the south it would be Lexington, Kentucky. And that is the extent of my worldly travels to date.
The furthest I walked in an urban setting, while having a conversation with a friend, was over 6.5 kilometres, from Brampton Transit Centre in downtown Brampton, to the Mississauga Civic Centre. This was back before when it mostly horse farms and open spaces between the two cities. I used to walk a lot back then. I lived in downtown Brampton and on several occasions walked to and from Mount Chinguacousy, 6 kilometres one way.
What is that, three life experiences, I think that is enough for tonight. Have a great night.
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