I Love This Rug!
☆ October 14, 2011
there’s also this one:
from Floor To Heaven
Drive
☆ October 11, 2011
This morning, I drove the ambulance on a call for the first time. I didn’t want to. The PRESSURE! Not just one life to be responsible for, but three! The patient’s, my partner’s, and mine. And everyone else on the road, for that matter. And the rig is huge ~ it’s an off-road, 4WD, mountain ambulance. I sat straight up in the driver’s seat, clenching my abs so that the rest of me – mind and body – would not be so tense.
Five minutes in, I was loving it. Lights flashing, I sped by two highway patrol. Cars, trucks, and semis slowed and parted in deference. I didn’t even have to wait at the wretched construction zone ~ the flaggers waved me through, and the pilot car, midway through a one-lane-only stretch, pulled his string of vehicles over to the shoulder as I zipped by unhindered. This, I thought, is what it must be like to be Mick Jagger.
Driving back from the hospital, I was relegated to “normal person” status: no patient, no lights flashing. I was alone – my partner stayed in town to go linoleum shopping with her husband – and while I was sitting, waiting, waitingggg at the construction zone, I found a camera in a side pocket of the ambulance. And I took pictures. And then I fixed the date. It hasn’t been 2010 for a while.
And when I got back to the ambulance barn, I backed that baby in. She’s just a tiny bit crooked.
Full Disclosure
☆ October 10, 2011
1) I’ve been wanting to write about the old cow camp for a while. Wait. No. The more honest version of that sentence is: I’ve been feeling like I should write about the old cow camp for a while.
2) I didn’t write a book while I was on the mountain. I thought I would, but I’m quite happy I didn’t ~ my time there was about something much bigger than a book. However…
3) At some point, it dawned on me that perhaps writing on this blog has kept me from writing another book. Not that I write a ton on this blog, but the pressure of writing for immediate public consumption (not in my nature) plus the pressure of the constant deadline (there’s always another post) has made me not want to write anything else ~ the blog is always in the back of my mind, always needing to be attended to.
I’ve been ruminating on/over/about this for a couple of months. I am not quitting this blog, but posts might shift to more images, less words. Maybe I’ll change the layout so the photos are bigger. I might find truncated “captioned photos” incredibly lame (“truncate” is derived from the Latin for “maimed”) and go back to writing full posts, but less often. I don’t know. All I know is that I have to allow the natural drive to write to come back. And that means writing mostly for me for a while.
More, Soon
☆ October 8, 2011
Milk Teeth
☆ September 30, 2011
Bovines lose their baby teeth when they’re 1½ years old.
I did not know this before today.
And so I nearly had a heart attack this morning when,
while scratching Frisco’s chin,
I saw his two front teeth were missing!
This would explain why he’s been trying to nurse on Daisy for the past week.
I thought he needed therapy.
The front two teeth are the primary grass nippers ~
I think he’s been feeling rather hungry (though he’s not lost any weight)
and was looking for an easy liquid meal.
The tooth fairy will bring extra hay tonight!
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