Today was a crisscross day.
Crisscross: to mark with intersecting lines; to pass back and
forth/through or over; overlap, intersect.
All day long.
It started when my feet touched
the floor this morning.
Spam calls were crisscrossing
the airwaves like sparring swordsmen … and subsequently being sent to
voicemail; where I promptly deleted them without giving them ear time.
While washing my hair, I thought
I’d better drive to castle Rock and grab a week’s worth of the salads I like
(and that Longview does not sell); I also decided to call the hair salon I like
in Castle Rock, and make a hair appointment for next week sometime; before available
openings were filled – so, after toweling my hair, and briefly aiming the blow
dryer at it – I made the call: the hair salon wasn’t open yet. As I was
dressing, the cell jingled; the salon owner was returning my call … and
three times the call was ended when airwaves crisscrossed and broke
communication connection: both of us were on cellphones, so I guess we were
both walking around at the same time hoping for a connect signal that would
last more than a few seconds: finally, a solid connect was established, and she
said she could book me for 10 AM this morning. I threw a quick glance
at the clock (and did a fast mental time calculation), and told her I’d
be driving in from Longview: she said she’d hold the opening for me. I hastily
pulled the rest of my clothing on, grabbed my wallet, and beat feet.
My hair needed attention.
I do like the Shag
haircut, but I don’t like looking
shaggy when it’s lost its shape – my shagged hair needed to be reshaped.
The morning was foggy; fog
lights were engaged with the speed control app as I drove up and over Delameter
Road, and I was only 5 minutes late 😉
Hearing, “That cut really looks
good on you” was worth the hustle to crisscross the foggy landscape 😉
After I left the Hair Salon, I
drove 2 seconds to the Grocery, and bought the six salads I had originally
slated my morning for.
Coming back home was
not as easy as getting to Castle Rock had been, even with the foggy overcast.
There were road
crews everywhere along the route homeward.
Traffic delays weren’t too
lengthy, thank God 😊
Carefully slipping past the
crews and flags-women and driving down Glenwood towards Pacific Way, I debated
backtracking to walk the PW Trail after refrigerating the salads … or skipping
it, and cleaning house instead.
I hadn’t planned on the haircut
this morning – I had planned a morning walk before grabbing the salads. It was
already 1 PM.
Unbagging the salads at home,
and slipping them into the ‘fridge, I made up my mind to backtrack; my daily
walks are as important as my daily salads. I need to stick to routine if I
expect success.
And I do expect success – that is
what I am aiming; and working for.
Plus … I just plain enjoy
walking every day and taking in nature’s delights.
I wore lighter shoes
today … and walked brisker than I have been walking.
I saw the water fowl {regulars},
and one unidentifiable duck.
I watched the huge heron take
wing, coast past me as I stood on the dike trail, and fly to a new perch – just
to my right 😊
I watched with concern as a
murky patch of water flowed downstream towards the nest sites ☹
I listened to songbirds, frogs,
toads, and overhead jets: all these sounds crisscrossed the airwaves swirling
around me, and created a strange – yet soothing – freestyle symphony.
I watched a fat muskrat lunching
on water plant foliage.
I noticed sunny blossoms blanket
the opposite bank (they were not there 5 days ago); and snapped off a
blurry zoomed in pic, which I still cannot identify.
I felt the walk’s burn working
its magic on my body.
It was a pleasant 46-degrees (warmed
significantly by my brisk walking), even with the low, hovering, gray clouds.
I noticed crisscrossing jet
stream lines in the sky; and couldn’t help thinking that with all the demonrat waspish
clamoring about “climate change!”, not a single word has been said about
curbing jet stream pollution (or electric jets instead of fuel propelled
jets): quite possibly because politicians and celebrities cannot pedal a
bike to DC from all corner of the world … and their wives/brats from all
corners of the world, can’t pedal a bike from their fancy-schmancy homes to far-flung
posh holiday locations, or far-flung fancy private school locations. It is
only the little people deplorables that must be kept hamstrung and tethered to
the unrealistic and tyrannical demonrat climate change agenda demands (like
no more fuel propelled cars after 2030).
Watching the crisscrossing jet
activities high in the sky above me, I wondered if that annoying, obnoxious
brat greta thunberg realizes the hypocrisy of her shrill preaching “climate
change now!” while jetting around the world to push forward her aimless
activist activities as she enjoys her first-class jetting experiences …
But, I didn’t want to be angry at
ridiculous and worthless politicians/celebrities while enjoying my walk.
Tagging the dike gate at the one-mile
end of the two-mile graveled loop trail, I pivoted and caught sight of Longview’s
Mill Town mascot: a gigantic testimony of the scant prosperity still left in
Longview.
NORPAC (North Pacific Paper
Corporation) is the worst polluter – the sky-reaching plume never stops.
The sight of that plume,
reaching into the sky, struck me as eerie today.
Today’s various crisscrossing were certainly in action throughout the
day.
I listened to Joel’s album all
day long – it is very uplifting. I've been listening to Joel's music since 1979, and Bob liked it too - our kids and grandkids were raised listening to him, too, as long as they were under our roof and in our vehicles. Bob took me to see him in concert at Rehoboth
Messianic Fellowship, nine years ago. Joel and Bob talked for about 45 minutes;
nothing in particular, just noshing 😊
Joel is very personable. Like Bob.
Joel Chernoff – “Dance With Me” Album: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k4_aEuy7Wlk&list=PLvWZ3tkpPVFvjwW1X4dinidvE-LXELN3N
