Musings...
Warrenton, MO
Today was a thinking day. A pondering day. Every once in a while, I just need to kill the radio and fly quiet. Let my mind wander. I thought about old friends and old flames. Broader horizons and missed opportunities. I thought about what has come to pass and what might come to be. I thought about the here and now, yesterday and tomorrow. I thought about dreams, both physical and metaphysical. I asked myself questions and would hope that maybe I found an answer or two.
I once had an interesting conversation with another truck driver at a diner. He was about 60 or so and looked like a career truck driver. He was the very definition of grizzled. It turned out that he and I drive for the same company. He asked me how long I had been driving. "About six months," I replied. He looked at me and said, "Unless you want to do this the rest of your life, I suggest you quit after nine. Any longer than that, and this job will steal your heart from you and you'll never want to do anything else again."
Little did he know that my heart was stolen long ago. But it's days like today that make me see the wisdom of his words and how easily that could happen to someone.
I am everything to all people.
I am nothing to myself.
I am frozen in a prison of mine own design.
I Labor.
Ponderous is it's name and forever does it loom.
Curiosity of the Day
I drove through a town called Dothan in Alabama yesterday (Home of the National Peanut Festival!!). As I was entering town, I saw a billboard advertising a biker shop a ways up the road called The Skuffed Butt. I love this country.
Any Questions? Any Comments? Be Quiet As You Go?
Today was a thinking day. A pondering day. Every once in a while, I just need to kill the radio and fly quiet. Let my mind wander. I thought about old friends and old flames. Broader horizons and missed opportunities. I thought about what has come to pass and what might come to be. I thought about the here and now, yesterday and tomorrow. I thought about dreams, both physical and metaphysical. I asked myself questions and would hope that maybe I found an answer or two.
I once had an interesting conversation with another truck driver at a diner. He was about 60 or so and looked like a career truck driver. He was the very definition of grizzled. It turned out that he and I drive for the same company. He asked me how long I had been driving. "About six months," I replied. He looked at me and said, "Unless you want to do this the rest of your life, I suggest you quit after nine. Any longer than that, and this job will steal your heart from you and you'll never want to do anything else again."
Little did he know that my heart was stolen long ago. But it's days like today that make me see the wisdom of his words and how easily that could happen to someone.
I am everything to all people.
I am nothing to myself.
I am frozen in a prison of mine own design.
I Labor.
Ponderous is it's name and forever does it loom.
Curiosity of the Day
I drove through a town called Dothan in Alabama yesterday (Home of the National Peanut Festival!!). As I was entering town, I saw a billboard advertising a biker shop a ways up the road called The Skuffed Butt. I love this country.
Any Questions? Any Comments? Be Quiet As You Go?
posted by twistedyoda | 3/04/2006 09:11:00 PM
2 Comments:
Sorry to leave youto the crickets and tumbleweed for a couple of days. Actually read this post a couple of days ago but was "in no shape" to comment at the time.
By "in no shape" I mean I was stoned.
Regarding the post: This is why I love old people. I love their candor. Poetic, sometimes.
And, the best way to get people to read your blog is to go comment on other's blogs. They like it as much as you do.
Oh, I know...i was just trying and barely succeeding to repress a rant on a variety of subjects. I figured you'd have something to say before too long. And it was the weekend. No big deal...I've just really had a lot on my mind lately.
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