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I still get sad…

January 31st, 2011 No comments

With my husband as a musician, I’m “used to” saying good bye for long periods of time. (Hence, “Musician’s Widow” of course.) I only “like” it because it means income into the household. But good-byes are never what you’d call fun.

Right now, it was my turn to “go on the road for work” and I said good-bye to my husband for a few weeks.

Confession: I still get sad saying good-bye, even if I’m “used to it.”

I woke up in a funk this morning of good-bye. I kept telling myself to not ruin our last few hours by moping, but it was HARD. My logical side said it had to be, but my emotional side wanted to make him stay with me a few more days. (He drove me to Texas for work, and he was leaving to go back home to Nashville while I stayed behind.)  Cancel gigs. Ignore the winter weather warnings. Stay!

But, no, he had to go. So I hugged and kissed him and waved as he drove away.

We’ll both get in an old rhythm that we get into when we’re apart. Phone calls. Chat session on AIM. Etc. We’re good at this, and at the end of the day it’s not REALLY that big of a deal. It’s our life and “how we roll.” We will both be so busy during this time that the days will fly by for us. It’s all good.

I’m fine now. Miss him like crazy, of course, but I’m doing fine.  But… I do still get sad to say good-bye.

Weekly Winners (Jan. 23 – 29)

January 30th, 2011 8 comments

Weekly Winners is a fun little thing bloggers do to showcase some of their favorite photos from the previous week. It is brought to you, me and everyone by the lovely Lotus, aka Sarcastic Mom. Visit her site and find all the participants. See some amazing photos brought to you by bloggers around the world. Leave a little love when you do — its like food for the soul!

Weekly Winners

Took a ton of shots this week, so a lot more WW’s than usual. A few I went with more for novelty than for quality, too. Couldn’t resist!

Bailey

Cat Joy

076: Stressed out

Warning

1-26-11 Snow

Margaritaville... in the snow

Customs House

Customs House

CMT Building

Reflection

078: Banjo

Banjo Man

1-26-11 Snow

Snowy Trio

1-26-11 Snow

Chicken Wire

1-26-11 Snow

Broken

1-26-11 Snow

Snow Country

The Factory in Franklin

The Factory

Craig

Out of proportion

080: Nashville Skyline

Skyline under construction

Sunrise

Wide open skies

081: Texas Sunrise

A new day dawns

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Photos taken using a Nikon Coolpix L20 or my Droid Incredible or a Sony DSLR A230.
View all of my photos and detailed captions on my Flickr stream.

Restroom: DENIED

January 29th, 2011 No comments

With gas prices going higher and higher these days, its hard not to cringe when you pull up to the pump. However, my latest cringe at the pump was not to price… it was the fact that I needed to pee.

Enroute to Texas from Tennessee (a 13 hour drive), fuel, food and pee stops are a must.  We often end up fueling based on what station at which we have a credit card to use. This trip: Exxon.

Right around half-way, we were reaching the desperate level for fuel, and I was searching Google Maps for Exxons. However, after 10 pm, the first two we went to were closed. Our last chance before we entered a long span of Interstate nothingness was an Exxon in Benton, AR. I checked and found they would be open until midnight. Fuel. Grab a drink. We needed to pee. It would work out nicely.

We pulled up, and I noted the gas price was “reasonable” and the place well lit. I made note of a very nice looking woman behind the counter, and I suddenly felt very relaxed and comfortable with our stop choice.

As my husband started to fuel, I went in to use restroom. I saw a sign up on the door that said it was closed for cleaning. Huh. Well, we weren’t in that big of a hurry. I could wait a little while.

The woman behind the counter asked if she could help me, and I said I needed to use the restroom. I was informed that, “restrooms close at 9 pm so I don’t have to go clean them again every 5 minutes.” I wanted to cry. I wanted to yell. Instead, I went, “oh ok.” And walked out.

As the cold air hit me, I decided I was angry. And I was reminded again: I needed to GO!

Bathrooms close at 9? No apology? No suggestion where else I could go? Just closed so they don’t have to clean them again? What about customers who NEED to stop? What about customers who just spent…

I told my husband to just stop fueling. I didn’t want to give his place another penny. We were so close to full, though, that stopping didn’t make sense either.

I explained what happened, and my husband was mad too. He went in to inquire, and was told it was what her manager told her to do. It was station policy.

When my husband came back, also irritated, I was just clicking off $61 in fuel.

$61 to be told I couldn’t pee, without apology and without any help as to where to find an open restroom.

We left, and the longer we drove trying to find a restroom, the more upset we got. I put out a scalding review on Google places, as well as Foursquare. NO ONE else should treated as we were.

Oh, don’t get me wrong. The woman has pleasant enough. But the thing that really got us was the lack of sympathy. The lack of service — we were travelers that did not know the area — was what angered us. It can be station policy to close the restrooms, but you can curve the sting by still helping out in some manner.

We eventually found this small privately owned truck stop to use the restroom and get something to drink. I was leery at first, but I discovered some of the cleanest restrooms ever! I was really happy we stopped there! I wish it had been where we fueled, even, because I want to help places that help me.

But, alas, I am left with the frustration of having been denied my need to pee. And that, my friends, is one need that should NOT be denied.

So, dear Exxon in Benton, AR, I will not be back. I doubt you really care, but I do. As does my bladder. I won’t forget.

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Crazy mixed up week

January 28th, 2011 No comments

Last week was ridiculously successful. This week? Not so much.

Oh I have lots of things I got done that were really important. REALLY important. But in the grand scheme of calling it a “successful week,” I just wouldn’t. Heck, this is only my second blog post in a week. That should tell you a LOT. I’ve done good to barely keep my Project 365 alive!

Next week will be better. It has to be better. This weekend will be a big reboot and reset for me. Heck, next week will find me in a different state! So, please be patient with me for a few more days.

Life is crazy. And I just got mixed up in its insanity this week.

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If you love what you do…

January 27th, 2011 No comments

Yesterday, my husband and I had the pleasure of spending some time visiting with George Gruhn of Gruhn Guitars. We took a friend’s guitar to the store to see if they would be interested in her line of guitars, never expecting to spend such quality time with a guitar expert.

I plunked around with a guitar in high school for awhile. My husband is a piano player. On a whole, our guitar knowledge pretty much extends to what we see our guitar-playing friends use and do. And, frankly, I know I’ve never had any interest in extending that knowledge. However, when we left the store, we left with this odd, new passion and interest in guitars in general. Why? Because Mr. Gruhn took the time to really explain guitars to us.

He taught us how the wood effects the sound. He explained what types of wood are best, and in one case even told us when a certain type of wood began to be used in guitar building. We both soaked it all up. Every word. Things that meant nothing to me before suddenly not only made sense, but seemed common sense when explained with the care, passion and knowledge that Mr. Gruhn spoke.

Photographers know their equipment. They know F-stops, white balance, aperture and focus.  Writers know words. They craft them with a skill beyond noun, verb, pronoun and prepositional phrases. Mechanics know cars. Car collectors know every nuance of every change in body style through the years. Accountants know math and money skills.

When you talk to someone who knows their craft, who truly loves what they do, some of their passion will inevitably rub off on you. You’ll find yourself learning and remembering things you never really thought you would need to know. Perhaps you DON’T need to know it… but in that moment, as that person is educating you about this thing they love, you feel you do need to know.

George Gruhn started with a love for guitars and has built a successful and legendary store and line from that love. It wasn’t by scheming or “politics” that he and his store has become a known name. No, it was his passion rubbing off on others, that then rubbed off on others, and then rubbed off on others…

I have had time to sit and think about this afternoon, and its made me wonder: What is my passion and love? What is that thing that I love to tell people about? Am I sharing my passion with others with a skill and confidence that will carry me where I want to go?

Are you?

Weekly Winners (Jan. 16 – 22)

January 23rd, 2011 21 comments

Weekly Winners is a fun little thing bloggers do to showcase some of their favorite photos from the previous week. It is brought to you, me and everyone by the lovely Lotus, aka Sarcastic Mom. Visit her site and find all the participants. See some amazing photos brought to you by bloggers around the world. Leave a little love when you do — its like food for the soul!

Weekly Winners

A little bit of this. A little bit of that. Snow and a cosmopolitan to top it all off. There you have it… my Weekly Winners!

068: Double reflection

Double reflection

069: Whistle while you work

Whistle while you work

Coors Light

Blue Mountains

072: Name in the snow

Name in the snow

1-20-11 Snow

Snow leaf

1-20-11 Snow

Collecting

1-20-11 Snow

Snowy night

Tipsy Cosmo

Tipsy Cosmo

Saturday night Cosmo

RetroCam Saturday Night Cosmo

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Photos taken using a Nikon Coolpix L20 or my Droid Incredible or a Sony DSLR A230.
View all of my photos and detailed captions on my Flickr stream.