Spring may arrive on the calendar today, but my heart has been Spring-ing for a long time already. I might say, I’ve been Springing ever since last October!
I have always gotten incredibly pent-up by winter. A bad case of frostbite years ago has made any kind of cold almost unbearable and as a result all the things that normal Wisconsinites love about winter are not for me. With that aversion to cold worsening every year I am not very good at putting on a smiley face and going with the flow… or… Ice Flow.
Spring approaching shocked me into realizing how much I’ve been rambling on about the weather — ever since arriving in Oregon. I have to assume that such an obsession is a function of just how much I have hated the winters I spent in the cold.
Perhaps its just that this is our first winter without snow, but it’s been almost impossible to keep from appreciating how pleasant it has been here — even with the fog and the rain! We have had uncharacteristicly cold days (in December) and all I could think of was “this is so much better than back in Wisconsin.” We’ve had incredibly fog and all I can think of is how beautiful it is; because it’s different every day and it’s not just an impenetrable bank of obscurity like it is back home. Wednesday morning it was dense enough that from the top of the hills the valleys were completely shrouded — but at valley level the fog was a couple hundred feet above the earth creating a sort of warm cocoon feeling. Tuesday I had to scrape ice off the car windows. Not much, but I had to do it if I didn’t want to wait 15 minutes for the defroster to do the job. I didn’t ming getting my hands cold — because it didn’t last and I knew that it was just one of those odd man out moments.
All of which makes me think about how it is that our subconscious comes to the fore when we least expect.
I was in my late 20’s when we moved to Toledo and I managed a Lock & Safe company. We’d been there some time and as always I was carrying on several written correspondences (No internet back then). When a time came that we decided to move back to Illinois from Toledo, one of my correspondents commented that they knew we’d be making the change. I asked how they knew? “You so much as said so, in your letters,” I was told. I know very well we never spoke directly about my job or our plans. But clearly the events that lead up to our departure had been working on my subconscious and I revealed things about myself I never intended.
It is always the case, I truly believe. No matter how hard we try it’s not possible to completely mask what’s going on IN-side by covering up our OUT-side. I know poker players think they can do it — but I suspect they may succeed while playing poker but may not be as successful in other parts of their life. Married cheaters do — whether or not they reveal what’s going on to their partners is a different story, but it’s hard to hide emotional attachments — no matter how hard you try.
I guess I’m that way about the cold. I can’t not talk about it.
I wonder if I’ll be the same way 5 years into RV’ing (assuming we continue spending our winters in the warmth — an assumption I can see no reason not to accept unless our health fails).
As for the Forest… Life is never boring. But sometimes it also seems like we never make any progress.
- I found out the credentials process is bogged down… again. The staffer who is handling the request has never done a non-paid request for clearance before. The very first thing she was to have done never happened. Other people went ahead and did their portion, and I got my computer ID, but the process isn’t complete yet — not even 3 months after we started, for a non-sensitive volunteer job. If it’s so hard to get this done, how did we ever get a man on the moon?
- The Boss has been out sick for three days now.
- We have a crew of inmates cleaning up campgrounds.
- The volunteer who was leaving next Monday is now staying an extra week and will be leaving the day I have two new recruits arriving.
- Because of the inmate crew… the burn pile — that pile of wood and brush cuttings that are just sitting around waiting to be torched — is growing exponentially. I’m not sure I want Journey here when they make the burn. It’s gonna be one hot fire! This is going to bring new meaning to “A hot time in the old town tonight!”
- AND…. we were up in town doing some shopping and we ran into three different people we know. That NEVER happened to me when we were in Milwaukee. In a lifetime in WI I think there might have been 3 times that I crossed paths with people I knew. That has happened three times already in just 5 month… KEWL!
Ok — that’s about it for me. I hope you have a happy Spring. I will!
Talk to you tomorrow!