Snow-day Monday

I have to admit, I get a lot of my thinking and figuring out stuff done when I am driving. It is the only time I get, truly, to myself. Obviously except when I have the urge to road rage and what not. But that's not what this entry is about. There are just mornings where I feel like I am in a serene and quiet environment, not quite happy, but a fortunate to be alive kind of feeling. And last Friday was a perfect example. It had been snowing the night before, the highway was covered in snow, it was first thing in the morning and the County had yet to plow. After a bit of road rage and frustration at young snowboarders who do not know the meaning of safety and had no previous experience of driving in snow, I stopped off at the local gas station. It was quite empty, as there was a lot of snow and a good amount of ice on the uphill driveway. I went inside, chatted with the workers, I see them at least a couple times a week, so there is a pretty good repertoire. There is an older gentlemen who works there and somehow I just connect with him (I have written about him before in my previous journals). He's got the oh so stereotypical east coast accent and treats me like a grand daughter. I think he's also got a sort of intuition that is used sparingly, and when used always for the good of someone. He is kind and a pleasure to talk to. I think I finally figured it out- He reminds me of my Grandpa Joe. Not sure why but they share some similarities already mentioned. Or it could be they were from the same area back east and share some of the same old school values.

I walk outside and it is snowing. It's quiet. I am looking at the mountain side across the way. It's not windy or wrathful. Rather than get back into the truck, I stand outside at the gas pump taking in the beauty. (gas + beauty= not sure if that goes, but it does in my story!) Everything is white, just covered with more than a few inches and it's not too cold. This is the thing with a small town: not many people in town, it's not busy, or fast paced. A lot of people who live in this mountain town realize the beauty of their surroundings, and they also are not out this early in the morning!

There is a motionless feeling that has set upon the town that morning- maybe preparing for an unforeseen circumstance. An avalanche had killed a few people later that day. Young and reckless may be exciting but can also result in something so tragic. I believe some young guys decided to go for a ride out of bounds at the ski resort. Somehow that caused the harsh act of God.

Another avalanche near the lake. I don't know if anyone was hurt here.

Yet, a third avalanche, in a span of 4 days, on the particular road, and the only road, to my work. I had a snow day, as did everyone, on Monday, except for the two guards who were stuck and could not leave the mountain for over 2 days. 7-9 foot avalanche, and no one was hurt. The county did a great job of clearing the heavy, impacted snow. Everyone returned on Tuesday.

The ski resort is the biggest money maker for the tri community, I'm sure. But it attracts so many reckless and idiotic tourists. They are the last people I want to see in the community, especially after a horrible bout of weather. They are not bothered by not paying attention to the environment around them. Safety when driving doesn't mean a thing to them neither does leaving trash along the roadside. They just do not know when to stop.

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On a light hearted note: The snow was so bad, even this county truck could not make it through. Notice the bumper sticker, "How's my driving?" Yes, this picture was taken Tuesday, in our parking lot.

When opportunity knocks, open the door!

What a crazy, stressed out time I have been having! Now, that I have figured out things for myself, I am nothing but delighted.


I applied for a Social Worker position in Northern California (about a 12 hour drive from my current residence). They liked my application, and want me to take the exam. But they only gave me a weeks notice. That made no sense to me...applying for County jobs around here, they've given me at least a months notice. Not only would the flight cost an arm and a leg, I would have arrived totally late and only got a few hours sleep before the test. Just thinking about that, stressed me out completely. If you know me, you know I need at least 10 hours of sleep a night! Haha!

All while deciding the good vs. bad points, I had a really nice conversation with Garri, owner of Juicy Exchange in town. She asked if I wanted to sell my vintage clothes there. While discussing the possibilities and details, I decided to go ahead with it. In a way, I will have that in-person store that I wanted in the first place. This is such a great opportunity and I am really excited.

I have been sorting the clothes I have acquired and I also bought some more...shame on me...I found a big lot of 50's-60's childrens clothes right after I talked to Garri. She has a very down to earth style setting that also includes affordable children's clothing. Having the vintage kids clothes on the rack will be a lot of fun ;-) I've also started to work on price tags/ business cards. This is third day, right? I've made two versions already and I'll be making out another today. I'm just not quite happy with what I have made so far. Hopefully today will be the last revision. *fingers crossed*

In exchange for this opportunity, I will be helping her out in the store and designing a web site, too. Things I don't mind doing at all after my day job and on weekends.

When all of the details are worked out and my clothes are "out there" I will most definitely write about them here...

One door closes and another opens... this may be what I have been waiting for!