Monday, November 10, 2008

Opinion Please


My office mate and I were having a discussion today and don’t see eye to eye at all on this one…

Musicals.

I love them. She, on the other hand, absolutely abhors the breaking out into song in the middle of things. Which of course is now my mission in life to do just that on days when I wish to be as annoying as possible. I might even go so far as to invent my own songs, just for her.

Something I rarely admit to is that I did, at one point in my young life, have voice lessons so I actually can sing. Not that I’d choose to carry a tune while serenading her. What fun would that be?

Perhaps, I’ll go one step further and do a little jig for her too. Yes, I can see it now. Won’t that make our days at work just fly by? And no, I won’t tell you where we work so you can come peer in the windows.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Recharged


Aren't friends the best?

I was supposed to have dinner with Riley and her husband on Friday night. They were swinging by to pick me up since they were already out and about. When I opened the car door, Riley announced she had a surprise for me. Neeley was with them! Yay!!! After last week it was exactly what I needed. Not that an evening with Riley and her husband alone wouldn't have been fun. They always are but having Neeley there too made it even more so. [A note just for that other child who reads this now and then - When are you coming home to see me? I need snickerdoodles before you're off on your big adventure! And I better hear from you while you're away.]

Then yesterday I spent much of the afternoon with Eva May and her family. It never fails to leave me smiling, hanging out with that crew. What a truly wonderful bunch of individuals they are!

Today I'm home, doing my weekend chores but that's okay. I'll be on-line in while I'm doing them. I'm sure to find my cyber friends at some point so I'll have company. Laundry's not so bad when you're catching up with what's going on around the world.

Yep, friends are the best and life is good.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Shh

I'm reading.

That's right. You heard me correctly. I'm reading. A truly enthralling tale written by a master storyteller. Sadly it's not yet published so the rest of you will have to wait but I honestly believe it's only a matter of time.

The writer in question was most generous in sharing a glimpse of his work with me and all I can say is thank you from the bottom of my heart. As I've been reading I have journeyed along with his hero. His words paint such a vivid picture that I am lost.

Now you, my dear writer, you must either hurry up and get published or send me more because, as any of my friends will tell you, I haven't read anything in months but your words make me want to. No, with your words, I need to. Through you words, you've returned something very important to me and I will treasure that always.

Friday, November 7, 2008

Barb the Plumber


I have to replace the washer in the hot water faucet in my tub. No problem. I’ve done it before. Only it is a hassle this time. I’m out of washers. So now I have to venture out to Lowes first.

While I’m there I should investigate the filters for the in-line thingy the ex installed even though I told him not to. Although the filters do last for what seems like forever, about two years, I should have one on hand for when it’s time to change since it’s getting close to that now. I figure while I have the water off for the washer I may as well do that right away too. The thing is I don’t even know what the unit’s officially called. It has a clear tank and a blue cap which is the part that is attached to the water pipe.

I can picture the looks I’ll be getting now, can’t you? The filter fits into the tank. I suppose I should measure the tank before I go. Yes, that might help. As I recall the purpose of it was to make the water taste better. Dunno if it worked or not. The cats and I drank bottled water before it was on the line and we still did after he installed it, damn man. I told him repeatedly not to cut my brand new pipes apart but do you think he listened to me? No, of course not. Why would he respect my wishes about that when he never did about anything else either?

Sorry, I digress. Once I accomplish the locating of the replacement filter I then have to go about removing the tank. Guaranteed it’s screwed on way too tight for it to be easy. At least I understand the basic principle of that one. And yes, I do know to open the spigot in the kitchen, the nearest outlet to the tank, before I begin so all the water in the house doesn’t drain onto me.

Then all I have to do is make sure I get the tank aligned properly so it doesn’t leak when I screw it back together. Piece of cake.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Well



Apparently I look like hell today. I didn’t realize it until I’d been at work for a few hours and various individuals began asking. The first wanted to know if I was feeling all right. The second wanted to know if there was something wrong. The third thought I was up to no good.

I went into the bathroom and checked. No, didn’t look any worse than I normally do to me so I asked my office mate. She agreed with me.

I don’t know quite what to make of this but I think a nap is in order.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Centralia, Pennsylvania



The town that no longer is.

It began in1841 when Johnathan Faust opened the Bull’s Head Tavern. Soon after a local coal mining company sent in their engineer to lay out streets and lots for development. The town was known as Centerville until 1865 when the post office was established and it then became Centralia.

The anthracite coal industry was the principle employer in the community as with most of that region of Pennsylvania. It lasted until the 1960’s when many of the legitimate mining companies went out of business although bootleg mining continued until the early 1980’s. Strip and open-pit mining are still active in the area today.

Why am I bothering you with this? Stick with me and you’ll find out. In its heyday, Centralia proper had over 2000 residents with another 600 or so scattered around the outskirts of town. There was a school district with an additional Catholic school, five hotels, two theaters, a bank, seven churches, fourteen stores, and twenty-seven saloons. And the post office.

Do you know what’s there now, where Centralia once was? Five houses and one church. The government razed everything that didn’t burn or collapse on its own, including the post office after the zip code was revoked in 2002 when they officially dissolved the borough.

So what happened? From what I could find there was a town dump located on the sight of an abandoned strip mine. Every year before the big Memorial day celebration the town’s volunteer fire company would burn it off. You know, to spruce it up a bit. Only it seems in 1962 it wasn’t fully extinguished. The fire continued to smolder in the bottom of the heap and it ignited the vein of coal running beneath the town.

There were a few mediocre attempts to douse it, all unsuccessful but it doesn’t appear that anyone was overly concerned with the fire until 1979 when a local gas station owner noticed the temperature of the gasoline in the underground storage tanks was alarmingly high. Statewide attention increased even further in 1981 after a boy nearly died when a sinkhole opened up under him. If his cousin hadn’t been right there to quickly haul him out of it, he would have been scalded to death be the steam, it was that hot.

After that, all sorts of things happened. Route 61, the main road through Centralia buckled and collapsed several times until eventually the state stopped repairing it. They rerouted the road instead since it really wasn’t safe to drive through the town anyway. I used to go snowmobiling in the early 80’s and I remember driving through there. It always fascinated me, seeing the steam rising out of the cracks in the ground. All the trees where dead around them, killed by the gases. They were white too, like ghost sentinels of what was. By then they’d started knocking down building which gave the town an eerie feel as if it were dying little by little. It was only I didn’t know it at the time.

Anyway surveys were done and options were evaluated. Solutions were proposed. Some were tried. Unsuccessfully. It was a situation of too little, too late. In the end it cost Pennsylvania around $42 million to relocate just about everyone back in 1984. In 1992, the state claimed eminent domain on all properties and condemned all the buildings within the borough although last year there were still a handful remaining with the diehards that refuse to leave. As you already know, as of 2002, according to the federal government, Centralia ceased to exist.

Oh, so you know, the alternative, putting out the fire, had an estimated cost of $663 million. I guess that justifies letting it burn itself out. However we don’t really know the long-term ramifications of this, do we? The article I read suggests it will take 250 years for the coal to be exhausted. The studies done on the deposits around the vent pipes that have been installed resemble those taken in areas of volcanic activity. We already know what this fire has done to the families that have been displaced but what is it doing to the environment?

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Tuesday Weirdness


Don’t know what’s up with people today but the majority of the ones I encounter on a regular basis were acting weird.

Come to think of it, the ones I met on the street who I don’t know were a touch odd too. Odder than normal that is. If there is such a thing. Yes, I know what you’re thinking. How can I tell, since everyone I come across tends to be a bit out there anyway? Trust me. Today they were just worse. And, as always, they all wanted to speak with me. I keep telling myself it’s all in the name of research.

Still, I think I’ll stay home until everyone’s over whatever it is.

Voting update – At 5:00 I was number 402 out of a possible 1024. That’s the highest I’ve ever been. In the twenty odd years I’ve lived here the closest I’ve come so far was a mayoral election when I waited until after 7:00 when I was #231. Maybe this year people finally get it.

Monday, November 3, 2008

We Interrupt...


…your regularly scheduled blog for a rant.

Health Insurance – Don’t you just hate it?

They can turn even the simplest of things into a major production. Have you noticed that lately? I swear it’s all a plot to avoid paying for anything. But what they don’t realize is that sooner or later it’s going to catch up to them.

What am I on about? Yes, it would be nice if I told you, wouldn’t it? Then you could share my outrage instead of just thinking I’ve lost my mind which I’m sure is going to happen long before this is sorted out.

I had my follow up appointment with my neurologist to discuss how the topamax was working to control my migraines. Sounds perfectly reasonable, doesn’t it? I thought so. Ha! Apparently not to the insurance industry. Nope, they saw it as seeking treatment for a pre-existing condition which is, for whatever reason that is only logical to those in their profession, a big no no. Dumbest damned thing I ever heard of.

So now I’ve forwarded all my paperwork to the parent company where I work for them to deal with the insurance company. In the meantime however, I am going to start getting past due notices from my doctor’s office which will really upset me. If it goes on long enough I will require therapy which, in the end is going to cost them a lot more than just paying the initial bill for my follow up visit would have.

Add on all the paper that’s flying around in a time when we’re supposed to be working towards living greener in any way we can and the insurance people are just not at all likeable right now.

We now resume your regular blog.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Just Do It


I know, I'm sick of all the election hype too. Tough. Get you butt out there and vote anyway. There are a lot of other offices being decided this Tuesday in addition to the president. It all matters, just like your one individual vote really does matter so no excuses.

GO VOTE!

Remember, if you don't, you forfeit your right to complain. Think very carefully. Do you know how many things are tied to the government? Yep, just about everything you encounter in your daily life. Do you honestly think you can keep your mouth shut for the next four years? No, I don't believe it either so go vote on Tuesday and then you won't have to.

According to the Dove Promise I just ate, happiness is the experience of living every minute with love, grace and gratitude. Hm, kind of deep for a chocolate.

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Change Your Clocks


Daylight savings time ends tonight. To most of the country it's probably nothing more than a nuisance. To some, if the article I read yesterday is accurate, it could mean their life. Yes, there's a study that shows that turning the clock back and getting an extra hour of sleep causes fewer heart attacks. Conversely turning your clock ahead in the spring causes more so make sure you go to bed early then. I'll try to remind you.

Back to what I was rambling about. What does daylight savings time mean to me? The actual act of switching the time, nothing. It's the being reminded to do so that is what used to be important. You see from the time I moved into my house twenty-one years ago until the time he died my dad always called me on the evening of the time change. No matter what else was going on in either of our lives we always had that conversation twice a year. Hm, you might even say it occurred like clockwork.

It's been six years but a small part of me still expects that call later tonight. I'll have to remind myself not to be disappointed when the phone doesn't ring.