Every day I take the same route to work. My little hippy prairie mobile seems to know the way to work; I hardly have to pay any attention. There are only five traffic lights over my ten mile commute and four of them are with in the last half mile. This makes any decisions I have to make confined to the end of my journey, when I am awake enough to handle it.
One of the nice things about living in Colorado is the weather. We actually have seasons, unlike my previous home in California. During the transition between seasons the weather becomes lively, then back to a status quo. Lately the weather has been showing signs of the magical transition from cool and calm to f&*#ing cold and windy.
At 5:30am my drive to work in the morning is usually quite boring; more so by the calm and dark than listening to NPR. This morning I found that sometime last night winter arrived. Well, maybe just stopping by for a visit before moving in. There was about a half an inch of fresh snow on the grass, the roads were wet but not slippery. It was the wind and the chill in the air that made the drive interesting, and the music.
It was in the low twenties this morning and the wind was fierce. I do not know how fast, but I was at one point being passed (On the left) by snow dusted tumble weeds. NPR was more obnoxious than usual and relatively news free, so I decided that I needed something that better reflected my mood.
So close your eyes and imagine my drive this morning.
Driving down country roads in a 69 VW bus listening to the white album, on my right are miles of seven foot tall, dried up corn stalks bent over from the wind. On my left is the Vestas windmill blade factory. A light snow spreads curtains of fog across the road. A half dozen tumble weeds pass me while I am listening “Rocky raccoon”. When I run into my first red light “why don’t we do it in the road” starts right when the light turns green. I pull into work just as “Everybody’s Got Something to Hide Except Me and My Monkey” begins to play. I thought of Capt Danger and how he hasn’t flown in a long time.
I unlock the door and turn off the alarm. To get to my office I go through the facilities break room. I stop to make some pumpkin spice coffee, and have a song stuck in my brain.
Now Rocky Raccoon he fell back in his room
Only to find Gideon’s bible
A Gideon checked out and he left it no doubt
To help with good Rocky’s revival.
I look around and there are about a half dozen little green bibles that the Gideon’s left for the college.
They are littered around the break room along with some trade journals and a Cabelas catalog.
So begins my Friday.
For any of you who may have wondered here is what my office looks like: