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Friday, January 12, 2024
Winter weather
It's the big storm.
It stole in during the wee hours, when we were asleep.
Quietly the snow dusted everything. Then the big, wet snowflakes fell, still silent for awhile.
The wind kicked up, just a little, but still the snow was quiet.
Cold, I stole up the stairs and lay under the comforter on the bed. Calming warmth.
Later I woke to the not unpleasant sound of snowblowers working to recover the world. The gentle bleat of the plow backing into driveways becomes rhythmic to the melody of the blowers, and the gentle percussion of shovels touching pavement.
Winter is upon us.
Next: the deep freeze.
Saturday, December 30, 2023
The Final Saturday of 2023
It is a typical Saturday morning for me; awake too early, in the cold morning bedroom. I spend too much time on the hair, braiding it, deciding I did a good job, and taking the usual blurry photos to remember it by. More time is wasted as I edit the photos that no one else is likely to see.
By the time I get down the stairs there is little time
before I must leave. I have some of the overnight oats that is prepared and
ready to drink, put on my shoes and jacket, and head out. I heft the computer bag into the back seat of
the car, and lower myself into the driver seat.
The drive is uneventful as usual, with the exception of a “Dudley Do-right”
who cannot go a whit over the speed limit for a section of my drive. I usually average around 4 mph over the speed limit on
days like today – when I am feeling that I left the house a couple minutes
late.
Despite anything I arrive in the library parking lot a
full 5 minutes before they open.
Sitting in the car I leave the engine running for heat
and to listen to the rest of the song- out of respect for a long-gone group who
only had 2 records climb the charts – according to the dj.
The Tremeloes sing Silence Is Golden as I wait in the car for the song to finish. Two minutes before the library opening, I get out of the car, haul the computer bag out, and head toward the doors.
A voice says, “Good morning.”
I turn to look along the lockers to the bench and see
a man sitting there.
He is eating spaghetti out of a foil package. The strands of spaghetti pasta have the
reddish tinge of marinara sauce as they dangle off his fork on the way to his
mouth. He is hunched over, leaning toward his meal.
“Why is it so cold?” he asks me.
I reply, “because it’s Illinois.”
He chuckles and keeps eating his meal.
It was the warm, friendly repartee one has with a
stranger on the street in passing.
It was the kind of interaction I live for.
It is the kind of interaction I do not get enough of,
and I consider talking to the man some more, while I think about who eats
spaghetti out of foil, outdoors in the cold weather. Probably a homeless person. Nothing against him for whatever his reason
is for what he is doing. I decide that we
both had enjoyed our tiny conversation and let it go. That part: the letting it go, that is what
makes these interactions so special.
The Tremeloes: Silence is Golden
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Saturday, October 7, 2023
The F-350 Tailgate
Texas. March 2010.
After spending an awful winter in Iowa, freezing our butts
off, we got the call that we were going to work in Texas. The technicians there quit abruptly, leaving the
hearing van at the Amarillo airport.
I was informed by the manager of the fleet department that
we would need to remove the tailgate from a Ford F-350 dually pickup
truck. I laughed. “me and Lora? …2 girls?” I laughed
again. He told me that we would have to
find someone to help us. There were no
further instructions. We had absolutely
no idea how one goes about removing a tailgate from a pickup truck.
The problem with the tailgate was that the trailer hookup
was a fifth wheel in the bed of the pickup, and there was not good clearance
between the tailgate and the doghouse of the trailer. In order for us to be able to leave the
trailer at job sites and drive the pickup for personal use the tailgate would need
to be removed or be at risk of damaging the tailgate or the hearing van.
We flew to Dallas, there to change planes and fly to
Amarillo. At Dallas, they wanted us to
give up our seats on the booked flight for the “bonus” $400 credit to fly another
day, and they would get us to Amarillo the next day. I refused because our checked bags were going
to Amarillo without us, and I wasn’t going to spend the night without my
luggage. This was the middle of a long travel day for us, and I just didn’t
want to deal with this.
Flying into Amarillo we looked out of the airplane windows,
hoping that we would see the hearing van parked at the airport. No luck, we didn’t fly over the parking area. We collected our checked bags and set out for
the parking lot, wondering just how far we would have to drag all of our
stuff. We were discussing this when I
saw an airport police officer. I asked
him if he happened to know where we could find a large pickup truck with a
trailer attached to it – and he knew where it was! Way out at the far end of the parking lot, and
which way we needed to go to get there. One problem solved.

later that March, somewhere in North Texas
We got in the hearing van, inspected the situation, and secured our luggage in there, then headed to the hotel. Parking at the hotel was not optimal… we pulled in and thought we would wait for morning to try to negotiate the narrow driveway around the back of the building. Checked in to our rooms, but the need to move the vehicle into position for ease of leaving in the morning nagged at me, along with the problem of how to remove the tailgate from the pickup truck.
I went out and walked around the hotel to see what that driveway
around the building looked like. It was
going to be a slow go. Rather than
struggle in the early morning hours I decided to get the vehicle around the
building and positioned for a quick getaway.
The driveway was not actually wide enough, and the trailer/van wound up
over the curb in the dirt, but I made it around the building.
As I checked my parking job, and made sure everything was
secure another Ford dually pickup truck arrived in the parking lot. I figured it couldn’t hurt to ask… so I
approached the man and explained that we needed to know exactly how to remove a
tailgate… and the gentleman kindly demonstrated on his own vehicle by showing
me what we would need to do to release the tailgate. (It never hurts to ask.)
The next morning, we arrived at the job site with time to
spare, and little Lora (all of 5’3” and probably 100 pounds soaking wet) and I unhooked
the trailer from the truck with the tailgate open, as she held it so that it
would not slam down or hit the trailer. Lora
stood by while I lifted the tailgate slightly to release the side cables. Then we lifted the tailgate as if to close it
and released the cable – just like the man at the hotel had demonstrated for
me. Voila! The tailgate was released
from the back of the truck. The two of
us lugged that heavy tailgate up into the trailer, and stuck it in the doghouse/closet,
and that was the beginning of our grand Texas adventures.

with photoshopped horns at our hotel in April
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What I like about Texas
Saturday, May 20, 2023
Winter 2010 … (part 2) more Iowa stories
interesting places...
I learned that my co-worker Lora collected buttons –
old buttons – actually more specifically the cards that buttons used to be
attached to for sale. Those cards have
intricate and amazing art on them! Lora asked if we could visit antique stores
and antique malls to look for button cards.
Okay by me, because every such store is a visit to the past – a past I
still remember. It was memory lane time
for me, because my parents were older, and their friends were older, and I can
find, in every antique shop, some visage of the past from someone or others
house I remember visiting as a child.
Such memories are a comfort to me, as they were some of the happiest and
most peaceful hours of my childhood. Sitting on some Asian-patterned carpet,
quietly listening to the adults talk about things long past.
So into the antique shops we went. Any time we had extra
time to spare. I remember chatting with antique shop owners about various items
they had for sale… and did they list any of it on eBay? I recommended a few of
them that way – try listing on eBay to move items that are desired by folks far
away from Iowa, who will pay a decent amount for certain collectibles.
Thus somewhere in Iowa I found a spoon rest that
matched one my mother owned, but this one was not broken…
This was only part of our adventures in Iowa.
One snowy Saturday morning in February Lora and I made the trek from the Sioux City area to Vermillion, South Dakota, to the National Music Museum. Quite an interesting place for any music lover... everything from antique violins to electric guitars, and accordians, pianos.. anything and everything music.
The National Music Museum, Vermillion, SD
Another Saturday, in Columbus, Nebraska we visited a local library for a concert by digeridoo and zither. We happened upon the advertisement while perusing the local newspaper during breakfast. Lora asked if we could go, and why not! It was educational and the sounds were amazing. A winter afternoon well spent.
Saturday, April 29, 2023
Winter 2010: Iowa COLD (part 1)
Winter 2009-2010
Late December 2009:
Word comes down that one of the hearing technicians has a health issue
and will be seeking treatment in 2010. His
wife will continue to work so that they don’t lose their health insurance. She
and I will work together.
This is my job. I am a member of the fleet department
of a national hearing testing company. (OSHA mandated hearing testing in
industry.) It is part of my job to work with technicians and/or cover for
technicians who are on an excused absence. This is not my first rodeo.
Lora and I converse by telephone. We are to go to the nearest hearing van in
early January. We will retrieve the hearing van from a local truck repair yard
and make our way toward Iowa for the duration. We do not know how long we will
work together. We will meet at Lora’s
daughter’s house in a western suburb of Chicago, spend the night there, and
make our way to the hearing van in the wee hours of a cold January day.
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Lora’s daughter graciously invites me to share their
evening meal. She opens a cabinet door
and invites me to add whatever spices I like to her delicious (without the spices)
stew, while pointing at her mother and announcing, “meet Mrs. Bland.” Lora doesn’t like spicy foods, but will refrain
from adding any spices at all, including salt and pepper. At the time I did not
like spicy, but realistically did add onion, garlic, salt, pepper, as needed to
whatever I was eating. As we would be dining together frequently for the foreseeable
future this lesson was necessary. Noted:
“Lora does not like spices.” Working together
is about getting along, so I just kept that mental note, and hoped for the
best.
On to Iowa, not without the occasional hiccup. Cold
weather, normal January, not above 27F the entire month, except for one day in Cedar
Rapids. It was a Saturday, and it was 34F, and everyone was walking around
without coats! Because that is what winter is like north of the 40th
Parallel… oh, did I mention that our heater in the van wasn’t working? It was a small propane furnace, and we could
not get it to light. We were relying on
small space heaters for any heat or comfort at all. It was COLD and it was horrible! One place near Cedar Rapids we parked inside a
warehouse, and it got the van and heater warm enough to light – heat at last! I
broke a rule and drove to the next testing site with the heater in the van
turned on. Heat for a day! And then we
froze again. Then, someplace in northwestern Iowa, at a grain processing plant
a safety director took pity on us and arranged for extra electrical cords to be
run out to the hearing van so we could run the electric space heaters and keep
it at a toasty 60F in the van for 3 days.
This all comes with travels back and forth across
Iowa. I do not remember from where we
came, but heading for Des Moines in a raging snowstorm. Doing about 35mph on Interstate 80, because
no one could go faster without losing control of their vehicle. I found that ANY change in speed caused the
trailer to slide sideways,… so 35mph we went, westbound, for over an hour. At our
exit there was a jackknifed semi on the overpass, but no matter, as we were going
the other direction from there. The next
customer would not let us plug the tractor in over night, it was snowing heavily,
and we got the last hotel room available in Ankeny, Iowa. I mean THE LAST single hotel room, and found
ourselves forced to share a room for the first, and only time in our travels
together. Yes, a normal hotel room with 2
beds in it. Okay, we made the best of it, at least it was just us two
gals. We watched the weather channel to
keep up on what was going on, and fell asleep with the television on. Awakening around 2:30am, I suggested that we
go out for a drive and see what the situation really was. And it was this: I-35 northbound was ice
covered, and looked like a mirror. The nearest
rest area was full up with semis, prohibiting any more vehicles from entering
there. We made our way to the next exit
and turned around. Back to the hotel, where I called my supervisor and told him
that there was no way I was going to even attempt to get to the next job, even if
we could start the tractor, which was an unknown at that moment. Okay, he got
off the call, and called the scheduling director to discuss… they called our
next job location and the safety director there said: “tell them not to come.” So we quickly got the call instructing us to stay
put for a while, then proceed to our next scheduled job in Nebraska the
following afternoon. We napped for a
while. Then back to the hearing van, at the customer from the previous day–
snowed in, and dead engine due to the cold.
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Penske sent a guy out and he got it started. On to
Nebraska, which is another story.
Finally, near the end of February we got the call we
were waiting for: “you’re going to Texas”.
Hallelujah! We’re leaving winter behind!
Tune in next week for more adventures with Suzanne and
Lora, and Lora and Suzanne. Jirl
Power! wink wink!
this was just the "bare bones" of the Iowa 2010 adventure.... there were details....
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refer also to my previous blog post "baby. it's COLD outside (memories of previous cold winters)" from January 5, 2018, where mention is made of Iowa in January.
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Saturday, April 15, 2023
Happy Birthday Beloved Cousin
I have written of her in the past... my sweet cousin, Doris. It will be her birthday in a couple of days. We used to go to visit Doris on the weekend nearest her birthday. The family who loved her and felt that pull to visit, because she was sweet and could be fun to communicate with.
Sometimes my mother and I would go the day before, to one my mother's sister's houses and spend the night prior to the visit to Doris. Usually at the home of Aunt Helen and Uncle Ed, because we would all ride up to the nursing home together. Often Aunt Emma came along, or different cousins would meet us at the nursing home; always Myrtle came along, and often Linda; sometimes bringing Carol along. Less frequently other cousins would turn up in time for cake and coffee with Doris to celebrate her birthday.
One year Doris asked to be taken out for lunch. Despite spending her life in a wheelchair, Doris knew how to get places she wanted to visit. The restaurant wasn't far away, and they had waffles and pancakes.
I just want to wish you a Happy Birthday, Doris. You are never forgotten and always loved.
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| Doris and Myrtle, late 1997 |














