Postaday asks if you had a Robot what would you have it do. I would have to say I would love one to weed my gardens. Oh my knees are hurting bad and to have a shiny machine going up and down each row, gently pulling just the weeds and allowing all my pretty flowers to take center stage now that I would call a perfect garden helper!
Daily Prompt: Time After Time Traditions: we’ve all got ‘em. They might be family dinners on special occasions, or having a particular kind of cake on your birthday (Jeanne Cake, natch), or popcorn at the movies, or meeting your friend for a 5k run in the park, rain or shine, every Sunday morning. What are your favorite traditions, large and small? What is it about your traditions that keep them going strong for you?
You made me think this morning Daily Prompt 🙂
I grew up with so many Family Traditions. We used to go to both sides of our family, for holidays. They would split them up so we would know our Grandparents, Aunts and Uncles as well as our Cousins. Many miles were laid down. Traveling from our state to theirs. Even with family scattered our parents made the effort for us to be together. I never knew there was any other way to live.
Flash forward fifty eight years from yesterday and really I have no real family. No closeness. Brothers, well two of them, moved to the south and one lives 20 minutes from me but I may as well be on the other side of the world. He is the baby, now 40+ years old but clearly in charge of our mom. I was born first and always cared for the three of them but since dad passed away ten years ago I have been left to make my own traditions as each holiday comes around.
Traditions are a part of each of us, be it currant or just a memory.
I now place a large turkey in the oven, stuffed with deliciousness, no longer getting dressed to see the family for holidays but getting dressed to head out the door. I go for walks with the dog and my special guy. We time it perfectly to arrive back home, as a turkey really just needs one nice basting to crisp up the skin, so it will look beautiful as I sit it at the table for two well the cat and dog will be allowed some on their plates when dinner is done. I make all the traditional side dishes from my childhood and some he remembers as well, see he has no family left at all. We have each other. We happily set out making new traditions together.
Looking backing over my time here on WordPress it is clearly been a journey.
I have laughed and cried. I have shared ugly pictures and ones a little better. I have grown in ways I never thought possible. Who knew sitting down at the computer and choosing a name for my blog, would be the start to such a change in who I would become. At first hesitant till I learned my way around. Then meeting people from all walks of life who shared their world. Some take pretty photos that helped inspire me to shoot better each day. Some wrote poetry and invited me to join them though I floundered sadly there but I did make attempts, pushing myself out of my comfort zone. Others shared their lives. The day-to-day goings on. Farming, cooking, travel some I knew a little bit about others opened my eyes through their words or photos.
So back to the point of this challenge, Release Me. and it would have to be this post
Sharing the story of my decision so long ago.
I am glad I wrote it and even more so for living it. I am blessed for all I had and have and just over a month after that post I was clearly on my way to heal and let go at the retreat he had suggested.
So opening up and sharing this blog with the ones who would ultimately decide in their own minds if I was awful or kind was very hard but on the other hand I always knew in my heart I made the decision for him and I could handle anything, like sharing it with you.
Until March I had never gone away, well from anything besides my home and I shared it with the love of trucking. I had two pups then that traveled coast to coast when loads took me that far away.
Then again there was one occasion when we had six of the seven from their litter and they were small but weaned, that I packed up them up into the van and left them with my brother. There were their four children and the two of them perfect as that left a pup for each of them to dote on. I took the parents of these pups overnight on a run to Maryland with my then husband, as we needed the load there quickly and he could not do the hours alone.
So as we jumped into the rig and headed down the road I could not get them out of my head. They were the most rambunctious English Springer Spaniel’s, already with names. Remington and Diamond showed no signs of missing them, as each mile south was behind us. I was not very good company I missed them so much. We delivered the load and grabbed or return haul and headed north once again, me calling my brother at every truck stop, no there were only payphones back then. He told me when I called they were having so much fun not to hurry back , can you imagine. Many of you know me by now I just put the hammer down and got back home, as quick as I could get those 18 wheels moving!
So that brings me back to March. This year. I knew the cat and dog would be fine here with their Dad but JT has been my constant sidekick and if I was hurting so bad, I knew she would never understand why I was gone.
So while I missed the man in my life, he understands why I went away but my furry babies would be top on the list for me to be Home Sweet Home!
I started out early one morning yes before the sun came up, as do most truckers. I had delivered one load of water, with my tanker, a few hours south of Boston. I stopped for coffee, for the ride back up to the mountains for my second load of the day. I walked around my rig kicking each tire as I do after hauling a load for few hours, all was good they were all still up and lights all were working properly so I made my way back into the driver’s seat.
I made the trip up into the mountains of New Hampshire for another tanker full of Spring Water. I took three or four loads a day, six to seven days a week into the bottling plants as we prepared for Y2K, do you remember that in 1999, as the world worried about life as the calendar turned to the year 2000? Well I had hauled rubbish, household waste for years then switched to hauling a nice clean load, one I never got my hands dirty or truck for that matter.
It was a gorgeous day out on the highways and back roads of New England. I reached the top of the mountain where the water came from the spring and backed up to test the water and load the tanker, all 8100 gallons. When it was over flowing I shut off the pump and closed the hatch on the top climbed down and went around to get back in the truck for load number two. I was grossing out at 103,000 pounds. Yes I had a reducible load permit, I was a Heavy Hauler.
I was always tense as I maneuvered my rig off the mountain, overlooking the Big Lake. See there was a stop sign at the bottom, silly engineers, and I don’t SWIM!
The ride through New Hampshire was once again beautiful and then I entered the highway where my speed increased and I was hammer down to get the load of water to the plant before they ran out yes that is how fast they were filling one gallon jugs.
As I made it to the tolls on Route 95 South I went through with my easy pass soon I would be in Massachusetts. This is where things went bad real bad and in a hurry. I had just gone over the nasty metal bridge in Newburyport when I saw a tire, yes a huge semi tire ready to cut in front of me. I had never felt anything at the moment it came off but now I looked to my left in the mirror and saw a school bus I blew the air horn very loudly turned on my emergency flashes to get everyone’s attention praying for myself to not hit this large tire and lose control of my rig and it’s load on board. I already had my foot off the accelerator trying to let it slow down so I could start dropping gears and make my way to the breakdown lane. Holding tightly to the wheel not knowing how this would play out I held my breath for what seemed like forever. This tire crossed in front of me and the bus and then headed for the median strip never loosing speed or falling over to stop the nightmare and then popped up beside a Black Saab, yes it has been 13 years plus and I remember vividly. The car thankfully was being driven by someone not texting or talking on their phone and they yanked the wheel to miss my tire it then went off the highway. totally.
Now as this was happening another tire came up beside me as I was trying to move over one lane at a time scared to death wondering if I could hold onto her as this had never happened to me not even in a car. This tire ran straight up beside me and then off to the right and over the embankment. You see I had 22 wheels on my rig and except for the two steering axle tires the rest of them were paired up.
I made it over to the breakdown lane and was happy my boyfriend was in the passenger seat for this trip not that he could do anything to stop the nightmare but I was shaking when I stopped and as he hugged me he said “I swear I do not know how you stay THAT COOL as you are at highway speeds and loose two tires and could have killed someone.” Who was COOL?
Now out of the truck and not wanting her to be destroyed by the weight and airbags and springs taking a beating I had him crank the landing gears on the tanker down and we unhooked the airlines and electrical plug and I pulled ahead. I then got out of the truck and I was so angry you see I had spent over $1,000.00 for two tires and new rims and all new wheel studs that weekend, I called my tire man from the side of the road and I can not say here what I said to him but I had him send a tow truck at HIS EXPENSE to come get me. I called the plant up in the mountains to send another driver for my tanker of water.
I then climbed back in the truck and then and only then did I EXHALE.
Life on the road is tough on drivers of rigs for they get no respect from other drivers but that day I earned their respect, for had I been a yahoo with no common sense they would not be here and you never would have lived a few moments in the rig with me. Yes I am a female trucker but a damn good one! Do you know the whole time this took place and then the wait that ensued I never saw one State Trooper you see they know me and I am responsible and courteous though at times going over the speed limit back in my trucking days, which is why I always put money back into my business equipment, my RIG, as I asked a lot of her. Now for the rest of the story some day I will finish it and title it THE TIRE MAN, as it is a good one!
A woman was just killed by a tire coming off a rig here in NH and I re-lived this event all over again bet you everyone on the road with me that day just over 13 years ago did too.
PAY ATTENTION not all things are within our power to PREVENT as I sadly learned.
If I could go back and start over where I messed up if I actually really did I would start here.
I would study hard and fool around less.
I would LISTEN and not know it ALL.
I would read more.
I would write more.
I would pay more attention to my teachers and less on my classmates.
I would be so different now.
I went from being a cute little girl with eyes out the windows in school all day to growing up
with my eyes still glued to what was going on outside of my RIG
I could have been anyone.
I could have been a Hairdresser with my own shop.
I could spend the rest of my life thinking should have, could have but you know what, I am OK with what I learned and where I went and OK with all that money I made and all the hours I worked because you CAN”T GO BACK so finally I am HAPPY going FORWARD!