I’ve been focusing on my truck driving business paperwork during December. The end of 2013 is just days away. I had to make a choice. Get in some crafting time, catch up on my blog reading and commenting, or get my paperwork finished and over before 2014 begins. I chose to complete the task that is the most dreaded by me. The paperwork necessary for tax time. The worst of it is over. I have a day or two remaining of sorting out the days we were home this year versus the days out away from home in our truck driving business.
I am only popping in here, briefly, to allay any fears of my going into another state of depression. Last winter was a really bad one for me. Knowing that I will be leaving home again for long periods of time and not be able to do anything in the way of crafting has been the hardest to deal with. For those of you that don’t have the advantage of traveling cross country and long to be able to just get away and see what is over the next hill believe that being a truck driver is the best job in the world to have. Honestly, it does have moments of breathtaking beauty. Mostly it is monotonous and bone wearying.
Stress, in major high doses, doesn’t help either. Both in the truck driving and the tax preparation involved. The holidays don’t help either. Preparation for Thanksgiving, followed closely by Christmas, and then the New Year makes this woman one cranky person. The cranky quotient amps up to mental and emotional shut down as the pressure mounts. Along with that the added stress of knowing this cycle will resume shortly after the first of the year. No time is allowed for creativity nor pure joy in a normal life.
I have fully retired from the truck driving life and a new one begins in 2014. It is time to get my old life sorted and boxed up. Clear the path of obstacles and prepare for the new life that awaits me. A life filled with creativity, sharing, teaching, and just doing the things that I truly love to do.
Last Saturday, December 21st, we were to leave for Colorado and have Christmas with some of our kids. The evening of the 20th drizzling rain began to fall in Oklahoma, followed by plummeting temperatures. Saturday morning arrived to a frozen world outside my door. We had a rental car ready to be picked up, the question was….would we be able to get the car? Frozen streets, businesses closed, no one answering phones at the rental agency to see if we could even get the car. Just before noon we were able to get out of the house and make the careful trek to the car lot.
This is the world that greeted us that Saturday morning. The grass in our yard was frozen in capsules of ice.
Icicles in frozen streams from the hood of my car to the tires.
A 1/2 inch thick sheet of ice covering the hood of my car. Checking the oil of my car would have been impossible.
A close up view of the ice sheet joined at the hood edge and top of the headlights.
The tree outside my house laden with ice.
Our tree was not the only one frozen. A Christmas Tree lot located near the rental car agency is a sadly beautiful sight. Once these trees thaw they will be a total loss financially for the seller of Christmas magic.
The local news channels were begging people to stay home and off the roads on Saturday. The route we would be traveling to Colorado was very slick and hazardous. Sunday would dawn warmer and would make traveling easier so we waited it out. Once we left Sunday mid morning the only area of concern was in Kansas. Salina, Kansas is near the I-70 route we would be taking west. Salina received five inches of snow overnight which made traveling difficult. We had to get off the highway for gas and encountered a side road that had not been cleared. We got stuck in the snow. A band of hearty souls came to the aid of many motorists, including us, to free us from the grip of ice and snow.
We arrived, safely, in Colorado. Christmas morning dawned bright and cold. Joe began his ritual of cooking the feast in an unfamiliar kitchen. At our daughter’s house he and I had plenty of room to work around each other as he went about the task of making his stuffing.
A “Christmas Toast” was held in front of the Christmas Tree by father and daughter. The toast officiated by Bogie the Boxer.
A delight to this grandmother. Watching her grandson’s captivated gaze at the Christmas Village display at his Aunt Loreli’s home.
Christmas is magical with children. A child’s first bike, a little imagination, and a squirt gun to defeat the enemies of his world. Oh, and it is also important to be singing “Jingle Bells” as he pedals his bike while fighting foes.
We are back home now, in Oklahoma. I will do another vanishing act for a little while to finish my paperwork in preparation for the New Year. I had purchased a supply of corrugated cardboard sheets from my local box seller. I didn’t buy all of this cardboard, this was taken in the store. I have projects planned and will be in full creative mode.
Watch for storage posts and/or videos that will be created out of this cardboard. There will also be tags, greeting cards, scrapbook layouts, and some mini albums created in 2014. Full steam ahead!