Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

Well, it has been snowing. And snowing. We got hit by a blizzard over the weekend and I was stuck in the house until Sunday night when I went and shovelled out my truck. Of course, having 4-wheel drive helped... I didn't have to shovel as much before I could get my truck out of the way.

So I had things cleaned up and ready to go for work on Monday morning, at least until I was waking up in the morning to the sounds of the plough making another pass and covering my truck up to the windows again. Some more quick shovelling and some more 4-wheel drive, and I was off to work where I took the picture I'm including in this post.

They are still cleaning up from the blizzard and we are getting more snow. It started again last night, and snowed through today. This snow was light and fluffy, and extremely slippery on the roads. I kept seeing people sliding into snowbanks in my mirrors, and I passed a couple of accidents on the highway where one car had slid sideways and been T-boned by someone else.

But I didn't really come on here to write about the snow...

However, I am feeling very tired and I'm not sure I am up to writing anything serious right now. So I will just play weatherman for now and leave the rest for later. Hope you don't mind.

What Dreams May Come

A while back I told you that it is a very rare occasion when I remember a dream. Well, one of those occasions has come again. This one disturbed me greatly for some reason and has stuck with me for more than a day now. So I thought I would share it, at least the short version, and see if anyone has any insights...

I don't remember how the dream started, so I'll just pick it up from a later point...

At this point I was roommates with a good friend of mine, one that those of you who know me might have heard of, and we were renting a good sized house which we had been living in for a while.

Anyway, my friend (let's call him James for now) decided to throw a huge party and was making arrangements for it quite a bit in advance. Because people were likely to be in no shape to travel afterwards, James was giving people the option to apply to rent crash space for the night. He even had a application form made up which he was handing out to people.

So anyway, the night of the party rolls around and James comes over to me, hands me an application and says "You haven't filled one of these out yet."

Of course I handed the application back saying that I wasn't going to apply for crash space in my own home.

James then angrily handed the application back saying "This is my party and EVERYONE has to fill one out."

Not being willing to put up with this kind of shit in my own home, I took the application, crumpled it up, and threw it in James' face.

From there, things escalated quickly and we were about to come to blows when I woke up.

I'm not sure what this dream was trying to tell me, if anything. I do know that it disturbed me. What disturbs me even more is how vivid still the parts I recited above are in my mind. Especially since I had this dream the night of the first.

If you have any thoughts (or questions) on this leave a comment below. Or if you are not comfortable with that, you can send an email to journal(at)wyldwoods.net. If you choose the email option (although, I think I would prefer it in comments) please put "New Year's Dream" (or the title of this post) in the subject so that I will know it directly relates to this post.

Any insight would be appreciated.

Happy New Year

I don't know what the new year will bring, but here's hoping for the best.

As I said a while back, I am resolving to write more in the coming year. I am also resolving to get in better shape and reduce my debt. Notice that those are all relative things. That way I figure I have a much better shot at pulling it off.

I am too tired to write much more tonight, which I hope means I will be able to sleep well tonight. Keep your fingers crossed for me...

Any of you have any interesting resolutions?

Where would you hide a moose?

I found this picture hanging around in my digital camera and thought I'd share it. I have posted it along with others over at my Buzznet page.

This seemed like a good excuse to remind everyone about my photos on Buzznet.

I will probably put some sort of a photo gallery on this site at some point, but I will also keep using Buzznet for all the little things. Besides, I can post to it easily from anywhere which I might not be able to do in a gallery here.

We'll see how things progress.

One angry man

In my earlier post I mentioned how my emotions had been heightened last night. Well, today wasn't much better. Only there was a significant difference...

Today I felt angry.

Not about anything in particular, just angry. Varying from a low simmer to a raging boil. From wanting to be left alone to wanting to put my fist through a wall. I didn't damage anything and just stuck with spending the day alone.

A don't know what I will be doing tomorrow night for New Year's Eve. I just hope that I can get whatever this is under better control before I do it.

My sister (by mutual consent) is having a housewarming which I am welcome to attend, only I am a couple thousand miles too far away to make it. I wish I could though.

I hope you all have something good planned and will not just be spending the night drinking alone.

Rough Night

Last night was a rough night for a couple of different reasons. My sinuses were acting up making it hard for me to breathe properly... My bloodsugar level was about 80 points higher than it should have been... And, to top it off, at 4am I was awake with tears in my eyes.

When my bloodsugar is that far off it can throw my system off as well. That includes physically, mentally, and emotionally. Especially emotionally. So that was definitely part of what happened about 4am, but certainly not all of it. Something had to be the trigger. When your (my) emotions get heightened like that it only heightens what is already there, it generally doesn't cause new feelings, although it can bring out feelings that you were trying to hide from yourself.

I'm not saying that I was trying to hide anything from myself, but then again, if I was would I have even known?

Granted, I do know there are a couple of things which have been weighing on my mind. I didn't think they were weighing that much...

I don't know if they were the cause or if there was something else.

Once I figure out how much of it I can post here I'll do it. I'd post some of it now, but there are other people involved and I don't want to cause problems for them.

Name Calling

I stopped to do some Christmas shopping on my way home from work tonight and couldn't believe what happened.

I asked one of the store assistants a couple of questions and then was able to figure out the rest based on her answers. And she said "You are a smart young man."

Can you believe it? It has been several a couple of years since any one referred to me as a "young man."

Well, at least it was said without any sarcasm. And it gave me feel good, if only for a moment, amid all the hassles that are Holiday Shopping™.

If this had happened over the weekend or earlier I might have said that it was the bright spot of my day. However, there has been a change this week which has caused a turn for the better. I don't want to say too much right now, so I'll just leave you all guessing what it could be. I'll just see where it goes.

And I'll hope things keep looking as good as they have for the last two days.

Walk in Beauty.

Cane Or Able?

My legs have been bothering me for a while now. Mainly it has been my knees acting up. Several times to the point where I needed to pull out my cane for the day. I guess all the drastic changes in the weather lately have been aggravating them.

Today was the second day in a row that we had good weather, and the first day in a quite a while that my knees actually felt good. It made for a nice change.

So tonight I went out for a walk and my knees held up pretty good, a little shaky but not too bad. However, my hip and back started to feel a little strained.

Partly it goes back to the hermitting I was doing. I was feeling depressed and wanted to keep to myself. The best way to do that was to just stay in.

Of course there is also the fact that when I was walking I was using a cane and therefore using slightly different muscles and using them in a different way. I just need to keep walking to make sure I get everything back the way it should be.

I'll let you know how it goes.

The 'lack of stories' story.

I know it has been a while since I posted. I am going to try to post more regularly, but don't hold me to that just yet. It is going to be a New Year's Resolution so I have a couple of weeks yet.

Anyway, there has been a lot going on at work lately, but not much else. A whole lot of nothing. It doesn't help that I was "hermitting" again. I did go see "Saw". I had heard good things about it, and it was an excuse to get out of the house.

All I will say about the movie for now is that I liked it. It is a very well done movie and doesn't try to give itself a typical "Hollywood" ending. When the movie ends there have been actual consequences for all the characters.

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Anyway, this was just intended as a quick post to let people know that I am still alive, and still here. I still owe you a couple of stories. Ones I mentioned in comments on Scary Duck's blog. [Editor: A very good, and highly recommended blog.] and maybe a couple of other places. If you know of any I said I would post, or just any you would like to read, leave me comments below. I will post the stories eventually.

So I am still breathing, when my sinuses are clear enough. I am going to bed now, but I will be back soon.

No, there's no irony in this.

From Reuters News Service (Link goes to full article)

WWII Soldier Killed at Parade Honoring Veterans

BOSTON (Reuters) - William Hammond survived one of the bloodiest battles of World War II but died at a parade honoring him and others after a van at a Veteran's Day parade ran over him.

This happened just a mile or two up to road from where I work.

And to add to the irony, the van in question is owned by the local Veterans of Foreign Wars chapter.