In The Old Days We Travelled By Foot, no wonder we all got to grandma’s house on time, for family gatherings.
Family and friends now live with so many miles between they must travel by air and rail as well as packing up the family car. No wonder today in the United States has become a day of nightmares for all even if you are just making the dinner, you begin to worry about all of them travelling to you.
Today will be one of epic weather events up and down the east coast, in fact I am not even sure of any other disastrous weather across the US as we are just getting bombarded with news of doom and gloom and traffic nightmares. Is it too late to hope for it to stay out to sea 🙂
I am hoping you all have a wonderful day tomorrow either at work or with family and maybe you will watch football and nap after the huge meal or go shopping for all the deals each store is trying to out do the others with, for your hard earned buck just please stay safe out there, I do not have to tell you it is crazy out there.
We will clear most of what we get for snow tonight so we can get out of our yard by mid day and travel not so far to my brothers home for just a few hours of laughter and fun with family. I made fresh cranberry sauce with a zip. I stuffed the butternut squash and mushrooms no green bean casserole for this girl. I made a hot artichoke and spinach dip that is so very cheesy not sure I will have room for the BIRD!
Tomorrow I hope to be the start of a new family tradition of loving and forgiving one another for being human with our own heartache and pain and know that life is worth fighting for and that family is all we truly have. We all have faults and problems of our own and you know what it comes down to the miles in between. No longer sitting around each others tables and seeing what each other are going through on a day to day basis makes misunderstandings more probable.
Cal your family and tell them you love them very much. Swing by if they are close enough and give them a really good hug.
I swear if after 10 years I have been invited to be apart of my once loving family before Dad died anything is possible.
Keep the faith!
Should you find yourself alone stop at a shelter to help feed the people who have lost their way and families or go to a local hospital and spread some love and tell some stories and watch the difference one person can truly make, what ever you do please do not spend your day alone dwelling on what others have done to you. That would be better than any turkey dinner.
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.
I just finished reading Monadnock, More than a Mountain by Craig Brandon. In it he tells of how, throughout history different artists have painted the mountain from different sides, and how a few had traveled around the mountain painting it from all sides. That sounded like a fine idea to me and, since I have never seen it done before, over the last few weeks I’ve traveled to several towns that surround the mountain to take photos from each one.
The unusual thing about 3,165 ft high Mount Monadnock is that it can be seen from each town in the area, which collectively make up what is known as the Monadnock Region. The purpose of this post is to show how much the mountain changes from town to town-sometimes after driving just a few miles down the road. I’ve lived here nearly my entire life and even I was surprised by how…
The American Insurance companies are filthy money grubbing Bast#@&s Never promoting Health at all just sucking Blood money from those who know no better. I want my money back for living a good clean life!
The man was well dressed and nervous. He was standing on my lawn blocked by barking dogs as I stepped out onto the verandah.
“Alright if I give treats to your dogs?” He called out with his back to the shiny late model city slick car.
‘Down’ I signalled and both dogs dropped like stones to the ground and went quiet. Well Boo dropped like a leaf but his belly did meet the ground.The dogs both looked at me with their snouts still pointed at the man.
“Yes, I do mind actually,” I said. “We were taught as kids not to take candy from strangers so I see no reason why my dogs should.”
“It is not candy.” the man said helpfully. His car salesman teeth flashed white and pointy.
“No?” I said “What is it then?” His eyebrows shook at each other. “I am sorry I just don’t like…
They are scribbled on papers, tucked away for another day.
Some seem important to share, others I see no need for them anymore but others may.
I am surrounded by incredible writers/bloggers on my follower list, here on WordPress but if I could have anyone and I mean anyone to write what I want said, I would choose a local man. You all know his work. He is just the most amazing writer of horror here in the Northeast, yes I am picking Stephen King to write my story. Yes it had lots of dark points but I think he needs a happy ending too.
I must say when I go down the list of who I follow through my blog at Living and Lovin I see so many who are just like me. Like minded. Nature lovers. Pet owners. Gardeners of flowers and food.
I once wondered if anyone of my friends would bother to read what I had to say and share by way of a photo here and there and quickly got a true lesson in life, not many if any, take the time to read what I have to say but among the thousands here at WordPress I have a circle of friends who have stuck with me, as I began this journey and are still there just over a year latter.
Blogs come and go but I seem to have enough photos or strange stories to keep a few coming back. They are all eclectic and lived a full life, the same as I did and seem to appreciate all life has to offer.
Poems, story-telling and news breaking stories worthy of my re-blogs I love them all, for with each post they write they share just that little bit of themselves.
I may get lost in all I have going on at times but the real connections are there and for that I am so grateful..
I used to drive a “big rig” but then I was hit, by that bus.
I went through the savings which were sadly, as in most case, s never enough.
I saw an Ad in a local paper for a Special Needs School Bus Driver, surely I could drive a small van.
I applied for the position and they could clearly see my wounds but it was the ones inside that hurt the worst.
Due to my physical injuries I was given the troubled youths to transport to schools where they did not want to attend.
Many never even bothered to get up and shower and dress for the day, never mind step into the van. Very sad.
One by one as they entered my school bus I introduced myself, the one with the huge blue knee brace on.
I asked them to buckle up and not to swear (being a trucker at this point didn’t matter) I turned on music of their liking
just not gangster rap!
I knew they all had stories about how they ended up on a bus such as this. I did too.
I showed them respect and demanded the same right back. Friends were worried about me alone with them.
So many scary stories you read about children such as this. Remember they were the worst of the worst.
No one else at the bus company would drive them willingly. So they gave them to the New Girl!
I had a run in the morning where they were still half asleep then again in the afternoon after no nicotine.
Yes some were angry. Many had nice parents that just could not take it anymore and turned them over to the state.
Some lived with Grandparents God Bless them.
As the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into years, two of them, I healed. So did they. We stopped listening
to music unless it was them singing to my great-niece in an infant seat while one played the guitar. They had
me to smile and make them feel welcomed each morning and I was their ride away from that school each day.
I had a solid group of eight who had been tossed aside.
Told they would never amount to anything. Have you been mad enough to say that to your child?
They were so talented in so many ways, I was so proud they stuck it out and rode both ways with me. I will always
remember these young people who not only graduated but in the end helped me to heal all the hurt inside.
My name is not one I would have chosen. It is my Mother’s first name as well as her Mom’s. Funny thing is when Dad met Mom she told him her name was Sandy! So they are about to say their vows when the minister asks him if he will take Eunice, he blurts out who is THAT! Guess he loved her and her name so much he bestowed it on me, with his mom’s name for my middle one. Neither fit who I think I really am but with that much love felt for names and the people who carried them before me, I grew into them.
This is a link for a story done about a nasty beetle found out in WY and we now here in NH are seeing more borer types attracting trees in the Northeast. Keep your eyes open to protect out TREES! Please
Well most of you know I went away, by myself, on a journey. Some may know the world of meditation sadly I was not one of them but maybe that was in the end just what I needed to see for myself here at the Vispanna Meditation Center out on the Mohawk Trail, in Western Massachusetts.
I was all packed on Monday for the trip I would start out on two weeks ago on a Wednesday afternoon. The three of us drove together and when I arrived I was scared and in tears as I did not want to leave my family. I figured it out I had not gone away by myself since I was on a scouting trip back when I was 16 or 17. Having just had a birthday it is easy to figure out that was 40/41 years ago. Wow as I write it down it somehow seems crazy but true.
I kissed them goodbye and told him to drive home safely.
As I stepped through the doors of the beautiful facility I was welcomed warmly. I filled out a short form and went to talk with some others who had also arrived. Some had been there before others were scared as I was. When it is unknown we can find ways to worry can’t we. We came from all walks of life as well as other countries. We all had the same mission though to find peace within.
I went to my room with an “Old Student” server and then I unpacked and made my bed with the sheets and blanket I was asked to bring from home. The room was gorgeous. The view I looked out upon was a pretty garden area with small patches of snow here and there not the 3 and 4 foot snowbanks at home.
We were going to be served tea and a light meal of fruit and then meet in the Meditation Hall. I had requested a chair for my back and knee and it and a floor cushion awaited me just inside, along the wall. There had to be 200+ men and woman who came to this room. We were kept apart by just a row with no cushions. The Men had a teacher and we had ours. They would be the only ones we could speak to except for our assistant teacher when something important came up, remember this was a Silent Retreat. We then heard a message from the man behind this all. This type of meditation came through Buddha but so many different sects have branched off from this truer practice.
It was time for bed and I was once again all alone and missing home but wanting to be happy again, even more.
The days were laid out on a board over by the dining hall you always had a reminder of where you were supposed to be and what you should be doing eating, sleeping or meditating. A pretty bell would be rung at 4 AM to gently wake you then again 15 min. later a little louder to have you in the hall from 4:30 AM. You could choose to stay in your room but the quiet of this huge hall in the early morning hours for me was so moving only when the distractions of coughing mediators got too loud for me did I decide to stay in my room and practice my lessons.
Breakfast at 6:30 AM back in hall by 8:00 AM then lunch at 11:00 PM back to meditating 12:30 PM till 4 when tea was served with fruit oranges, apples and bananas. We had 2% milk or soy choices as we were now eating pretty much a Vegetarian Diet. After the night tea and fruit if you chose to eat it I think I may have had some 5 out of the 11 days there. After the tea time we headed back into the beautiful hall and except for breaks we would be there till around 9:00 PM then head to our rooms for much need rest who knew how hard it would be to focus your thoughts not me but I can tell you each night I was drained.
The first four days I was at the center and sitting took a huge toll on my wrecked neck from the wreck I had been in and I never gave the neck a thought as my world had gone ergonomic . They did everything they could to make me comfortable so I could complete my course and for this I can not thank them enough.
Day 4 was Easter and I was wanting home badly. As I left my room and walked to the dining area I was met with an amazing sunrise yes many miles from the area I frequent and up in the woods but there it was. Purple and Pink filled the early morning view and I felt loved. I ate what was offered had some tea and took a walk outside in the crisp morning air.
I took my Dad’s old coat as I headed for the hall with hopes of rolling it up to better support the neck and having lost Dad 9 years ago it made me feel his strength as it was a big part of who I really was. I got situated and set about listening to my first true lesson in Vispanna Meditation. I will never forget Easter Sunday 2013 what an amazing day! I had such a peace engulf me while others panicked. I guess I saw it as a true lesson and we would all have the same outcome for all the work we had put in but that is not how life seems to really work.
I will not share the whole course here as for those who want to experience it for themselves they should with no prejudgment from my experience.
Should you be in a place in life and wanting to feel alive and have a set of tools to deal with the reality of our world better go here to read about their mission, find centers and read the Code of Ethics.
Thank you to each and every one of you who had me in their prayers and thoughts I felt strength each time I was sure I would fail. You are THE BEST FOLLOWERS!
Peace and Love to each and every one of you from the bottom of my heart which is now filled with so much love for who I am.
If you decide to go get ahold of me and I will give you a list of other essentials you would be better off bringing I hope to give back by serving a group such as I was a part of we were amazing so strong and such a gift to have it just over 2 hours from me.
Hi everyone. No I am not lost but usually I shovel then suffer in pain but it is the workouts that have me seeing consistent success now at the scale on Tuesdays and is getting me closer to goal which will be a HEALTY weight never scrawny . I need my strength to make it through my meditation as well as that new English Garden I will be working on if winter ever let’s go of her death grip up here. No don’t worry just hard on old broken bodies but my sense of humor such as it is will get me to spring oh and the rains! Today NH is under the spell of another huge storm and why I am getting rains when others are getting twelve more, heavy wet inches of snow I have no idea but you know I am so grateful for each and every drop for it is melting our snowpack and snow on the roofs is shrinking too he said it was too slippery to climb up yesterday which worried me with the weight of heavy wet snow ruining so many homes and businesses elsewhere. Well I sold my conversion van and made another friend. She too is an author with all of you here I follow and follow me I can surely get my three written! I sold the van to get cash to fix my pick-up the one with the PLOW kind of late now as the birds are already singing their hearts out looking for the prettiest girls in town. I will scrub hummingbird feeders again to make sure no dust has gotten into the bags I store them in and get the seeds started for my garden even if I have to grow in 5 gal. buckets or a pallet have you seen that on Pinterest? I think this year I will even start Sunflowers in egg cartons or yogurt cups as I have plenty of empties and this way after the diet of black oil sunflower seeds I have been going through with my wildlife so far almost 400 lbs. of seed, they will not be able to dig up the ones I hide to line my yard with. Hard to outsmart wildlife though I am sure something hungry will come for the green growth like us and our salad greens!
So how have you all been? Life good or hard right now? I love hearing from you all and that some of you are regular visitors to my Portfolio Blog please me. You can comment on any blog. Tell me if you like certain photo or what you don’t like remember the only thing I have ever been a professional at is a driver, a big rig driver so you can help by chiming in . Some of you know I have been selling my photos on FAA under Eunice Miller and that I even set up a Facebook page that will link my photographs I have placed for sale right to their site in most cases. If you are artists that have begun to follow my blog thank you. Blogging has made me a better photographer still not anything to write home about but me and my little Kodak Easy Share once in a while capture something pretty and moving to some besides me for which I am thankful for isn’t that why we decide to step out of our nice comfy spot at home and reach out to the world at large with art and words. I would not have gotten to know you all had I not taken that very first step last Memorial Day weekend. I am blessed by each and every one of you and I think you already know that by what we have shared.
Now it wouldn’t be a Living and Lovin blog without a photo or two so this is what I have been thinking of
My Lilacs in full bloom calling out to all the insects and pretty butterflies that adore them as much as I do even Ron loves them JT loves to smell them she is a girl you know and all girls love pretty flowers.
For the bees to arrive so my fruit trees will bless us and the wildlife who also love fruit.
Now the Forsythia that are all over this place we call home are sure signs of SPRING arriving.
Now for this year along with the new English Garden area Ron will make me a sculpture as he was a welder for 35 years before retiring early with injuries. I am thinking something in pretty copper but maybe a mix if they can be put together with the arc from his welding rod. He is the pro so I will let him do his thing and praise the heck out of him because he is a good man to put up with me and so much sadness though it has gotten so much better since I have stopped hiding. So look for a blog on his artist work in the future here.
I will also divide my Hostas for an upcoming Garden Club Plant Sale in early May and take some new Lilacs and move them to my berm on the eastern side of my property I will add some shoots of Forsythia on berm as well because they will look beautiful as they grow and drape along this area with the Lilacs up above with a few little pretty shaped Pines. It will provide me with Privacy yes but mostly block the Orange Fence(plastic snow fence) from my view while I sit and tend to my garden since I do not see her as ever taking it down, even though it sits on the towns right a way.
So for now I will look and deal with the CRUD of Winter with visions of a beautiful spring!
We will hang out by the sea a lot till them even on a lousy weather day we can always find a ray of hope here along the water’s edge.
Take care everyone and again stop in at anyone of my places here on the world-wide web, you are more than welcome.
It was 1999 and I was hauling the tanker you see in the photo above. It was used for hauling Spring Water from a New Hampshire Spring Water Company up in the lakes region.
Heading up the mountain roads to pick up the loads were hard enough on me but once loaded and top closed, I had to get down that long steep grade, now weighing in at 103,000 gross pounds. Yes I was a Heavy Hauler and my load MOVED. When filling, the idea was to get it chock full of water so movement would be cut down to a minimum.
In the summer months hauling spring water were such pretty days. Traveling from bottling plants back up on top of the mountain for more and back down again. Most days I did this trip three times. Long hours were hard on me and my rig.
I fought traffic through Massachusetts rush hours only to be caught in one just trying to get back home to New Hampshire but I made decent money, paid my bills and still had some fun.
Now all I just told you went on during winters as well and no, not so pretty. Maybe I should have had a camera with me but I was all business when behind the wheel but now that I look back, what a blast to capture what I saw out there on a daily basis. Stopped of course.
I changed my own oil in the rig as well as greased it, from end to end. I did all the repairs I knew how to do or that Dad could walk me through or even help me with when he was not busy driving himself.
This is the ugly part of a day, in the life of me and my truck.
I always kept great tires on my truck, it is what allowed me to run day in and day out with no blown tires and left sitting on the side of the road. Well it still would happen but not so often, more so when I was hauling rubbish in and out of landfills.
Well on this day I headed out with 4 new tires for my rear axle of my tractor. I gave my old tires to the place I always did business with and paid the man, even gave him a friendly” Thanks so much”, see you when the fronts come in Call Me!
I went up to the mountain to grab another load of spring water and kicked tires before heading down that nasty mountain road, never knowing it would be one of the scariest rides . I was loving the ride knowing my tires were new and actually very pretty, you see I even sand blasted the rims and had them powder coated. I was out on a major highway here in New Hampshire and stopped to pay my toll then shortly after I was in Newburyport Massachusetts on 95 south when I heard, then felt something funny, well not funny but you know what I mean. I clenched the big rigs wheel and held on tight about this time I see one of my new tires pass me! Then I knew I was in serious trouble my boyfriend yelled ” aren’t you going to stop?”. I swear to you I could not answer him, this had never happened before in over two million miles of driving one of these. I looked in my mirror to my left as the tire would surly head out in front of me and into the lane beside me. There was a full school bus and all I could do to warn anyone and make them pay attention was to lay on the air horn, which had everyone’s attention by the grace of God. This huge truck tire was moving! I had been in the right travel lane and bus in middle lane and we had lots of other company on the southbound side of I 95. The tire came across my lane into the school bus lane across the next one into the medium strip of the highway and popped up in front of a Saab, who was not expecting or paying attention to all of us headed south with our 4 way emergency flashes on. When he or she saw it coming straight at them they jerked the wheel and it just missed them and off the other side it went! I asked Dave to remember where as I needed to go and collect it. Then the tire which rides beside it, passed me and this one could have killed us and many others that day but once again by the grace of God and my luck, it did not get caught up under us, which could have had me loosing control and just horrible, unimaginable things taking place that day. This inside tire took the path up the breakdown lane and thankfully no one was parked there. It then left the highway and went down the embankment. Dave again took a mile marker number down as we would have to hunt it down. These tires were $400.00 each and the rims were expensive as well, never mind what I paid to have the man do the work of putting them on.
While wheels were leaving the truck and traffic veering around the first one and me holding on for dear life, I also had taken my foot off the accelerator and was coasting all the while, 103,000 lbs gross weight of tractor-trailer and load of spring water. I moved the truck into the breakdown lane, the nightmare over.
What I explained here in the telling of the story happened all within split seconds but seemed very much in Slow Motion. I was lucky that day, boyfriend too but mostly the many people who had just been out for a drive.
Now as I am pulled over, emergency flashes still on and I can’t move. It is over but somehow I know it isn’t. Boyfriend jumps out to check the truck out then I follow with cell phone in hand, how I hate phones but this day it helped me stay calm and out of trouble.
I could see my poor air bags and springs and shocks where extended beyond where they should be with all the weight on the other three sets of duel tires so I asked him to put down the landing gears while I called into the mountain to send another driver down to grab my loaded trailer and get it to the bottling plant before they ran out of water and had to shut down the line. I have always been like this, thinking of the other person though this meant I would not get paid for the load that was forty minutes from being delivered but sadly I had more import things to take care of.
I called the tire repairman and have him an earful. I called a wrecker and had him charged for it, though he assumed I would pay for it in the end. Once another driver arrived and hooked to my trailer I was sitting in the breakdown lane so I asked him the boyfriend who was a big help on days like this to get me a chain and some tools and went about taking off the leveler arm to get the axle where it needed to sit so I could chain it up and limp home, no the wrecker was not for me it was to go with Dave to pick up the two wayward tires and rims and bring them to our neighbors, the ones who had the fire I just told you about. I got the truck home and parked over there and then Dave and the tires arrived seems they had both gone down and over and landed in nasty puddles of road run off he and the tow truck driver and tires were filthy. I told the driver to bill the tire man for new boots too.
What a morning I had had on those new tires of mine.
What I wrote about here has happened to others I am sure in one degree or another but this one was my story of a beautiful sunny day till all the BOLTS SNAPPED do you know why? Seems he had over torqued them while using his air gun on them. I too have used air but always tightened them up by hand. He could have cost us and the others their life that day and you know he even had the audacity to BILL ME suffice to say I never paid him for second round of repairs. I told him to take me to court so I could tell the judge the story I have just written here.
Also I have to tell you from the moment this happened till the time I made a drink that night to try to unwind. I never saw one police officer. None pulled over to help me or ask if I was OK, you see they all knew me as a strong woman who did everything on her own. I guess that is the good part as I got no citations but boy I sure could have used some BLUE LIGHTS to protect us from possibly being hit, while we worked on the rig with traffic buzzing by at 70+MPH.
So keep your eyes open while driving or walking.
Please stay off your phones too.
PAY ATTENTION to where you are and what is going on around you.
You just never know and had I been gabbing on the phone like as if I was sitting in my living room I may not be here or that bus full of students.
We lost the house but remember what I took the time to save. Now after discussing it with boyfriend I guess I should have put a little more thought into my choice of which items to save.
I forgot the purse as I have no money in it so who cares but he reminded me maybe I should have worried about a license, funny I never get pulled over anymore so maybe I could skate without it till it is time to renew 🙂
Yes I lost all my crafting and beading components but with no house, where would I set up.
I should have remembered my shotgun, as I do love my over and under skeet gun. Don’t worry I only shoot CLAY PIGEONS.
I once with the help of an old boyfriend saved a mans life who was on fire so I will stay with my original post as all else really can be replaced in time but not a life and we were all out safely when so many others never had a chance.