Sunday is my volunteer day at the local radio station which serves the blind and otherwise disabled. I read whatever aticles from the newspaper are chosen for me, and try to make them interesting. Today I embellished the horoscopes and Dear Abby with high emphasis and low tones, animating as I could without effecting content. Reading the editorials, I was not so lucky. I couldn't help it. There was a rant letter to the editor which was so rediculous I actually chuckled through part of it. What could I do? There's no "rewind" button, and it happened to be the last item read. Hope the listener was chuckling, too!As I left the station, another volunteer just arriving advised me the roads were slick, so be careful. There was a little bit of ice coming in, but I'd had no trouble, so I wasn't worried. I thanked him, and left, making my way into the whirl of ice and snow that was the parking lot.
I stood for a moment, taking it all in; an etherial fantasy land, misty wind swirling ghost like across the city-scape.
The irony of the sign on the business just across the parking lot struck me..... 24 hour ice!
Even though I'd been in the station only a short while, once again I had to scrape the ice from my car windows before I
could begin my homebound journey.The Goodyear clock tower struck 9AM.
Traveling westward, I saw a man and his car which had spun around so he was now headed east on the west highway.
Then, before me in my lane was a two car accident. This was in the span of less than a quarter mile.
On to the south highway, and slowly I made my way toward home.
Of course, the SUV's weren't traveling slow, that's why so many of them were off the road spun around.
Finally, I exited and happily drove the back roads. I love the contrast of the snow and the trees in winter.
The deer crossing sign warned, but none was to be seen.
The Tadmor Temple sign oscillated wildly in the wind, as did the smaller sign announcing Friday's fish fry.
I scanned the woods for wildlife, but they must have all been hunkered down avoiding the squall.
At the intersection of Cottage Grove and Turkeyfoot, there stands a beautiful dead tree carved into an eagle on top, and bears and racoons inside. Always makes me smile.
Turning my car toward the reservior, I anticipated a gorgeous wood and lake scene. I wasn't disappointed. I stopped the car at the first lot, and got out. Excitement welled in me as I entered the wooded path to the lake.
The contrast was stunning, the lake was choppy, and the air was crisp and cold. No birds could be heard over the wind's rush through the trees. But, oh it was beautiful.
It's been such a strange winter, and some green reeds peeked out among the dead ones on the water.
Unfortunatley, some fisher's trash littered the water by the shore. I never can understand this. Such a lovely place and they leave their trash behind? Sickening. I can't reach to retrieve it, so I turn and look up the shoreline at winter's beauty, grateful for my eyes.
It's really cold, so I climb back into my car and travel home, just a minute away.
My husband and cat greet me and I smile as I call to them, "Honeys, I'm home!"
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Comments: 17
Three days ago you'd have never guessed it was winter here, either! That's why the plantlife is going crazy! Green shoots aren't due until late March, but there've even been dandy lions all winter long!
Getting up early Sunday mornings to volunteer really starts the day out perfectly, by the way. I highly recommend it!
Tho I felt the chill of the trip I loved the intimacy of ariving home. Caps off the day. "Honeys, I'm home!"
Good stuff!
speaking of books on tape, if Gather could speak to me from my computer's speakers, I'd love it!
Carl, I've never understood this leaving of trash, it confuses me.
=^,,^=
My husband's work camera got burned up in his truck fire, so he uses ours for work..... I really miss it!
Naia
Enoch, I'm lucky to get the camera once in a while....... :)