Weird Karma Monday

Today is a great day. I don't know why.

Up before any rooster ever thought of crowing, I was ready to leave the house at 5:15 AM. I was awake enough to realize that Nikko had not come in with Rocko and El Nino. I stepped out and called her. Nothing. I clapped and called some more. Still nothing. I listened. Can't hear anything, (except for that little voice in my head telling me the neighbors must be loving me this morning, all yelling for my dog and all). I begin to panic and start walking around outside in the dark. She's a black dog. Camouflage perfecto. I check the house again. Sometimes I'll be calling and calling for her in the morning, and she is curled up on the three throw pillows on my bed, nested so I can't see her. I check downstairs, because sometimes she sneaks the cat food. Nothing.

When I stepped outside again, she came trotting up around the side of the house from the back. What the heck. Was she just sitting out there? I suspect a little senility may be setting in (for both of us), so maybe she was sitting at the back door wondering why I wasn't letting her in when she came to the door after I called? I have no idea. But she smelled like she had been digging. She was way off her routine this morning.

I was so thankful I had found her, she wasn't hurt or gone out of the electric fence, and it was just 5:30. I could still beat the traffic. She got her treat and joined Rocko in the bedroom where they spend their day until I come home.

Off I went. This morning's trip to Maine was a last minute arrangement, made at about 5:30 pm last Friday, before I left work. I had been going through the billing for the work on that site, realizing that I needed to check this stuff before the bank did. There was a lot of work being billed for. I was also thinking that it might be a good thing if I coordinated my inspection with the person who represents the company who holds the bond for our project. Then we could both be on the same page for the bank inspection.

Most of my drive up was in the dark. I didn't start seeing the sky lightening up until well into Massachusettes, and didn't see the sun until I was in New Hampshire. It made me smile to watch the sunrise, and see the beautiful trees. All by myself, tooling down the road in my little truck, grinning like a gnome. I stopped into my usual rest area in New Hampshire. I made a few work related phone calls and walked into the building. I didn't have to use the bathroom, really, I just always stop there. Since I wasn't going to the office, but right on base to look at work, I also thought it would be a wise thing to empty my bladder while I had the chance. There isn't always a convenient opportunity otherwise.

In the visitor center/rest stop building I decided to slow down and make a "here and now" check. When you stop all forward motion and take a look around you and really absorb right where you're at, at that very moment. No matter how many times you've been there, done that. I looked at some of the displays - one under plexiglass showing a topographical map of the New England region. It took me several minutes to find where I was. I am such a dunce at geography. I browsed to the art display, with local pottery crafted by apparently very talented artisans. Some award winning. I read some stuff, and found a board showing the various leaves, what kind of tree they grow on, and what color they turn. I have to make a slight ammendment to my earlier blog "On My Drive Home" where I knowingly inform Harry that Maples turn red, etc. Today I learned that indeed, Red Maples turn red. Striped Maples turn yellow, and Sugar Maples turn orange.

Then I used the bathroom, hopped into the truck and headed north to Maine. I had found a very good radio station to listen to and it was shaping up to be a good kind of day. My next stop was on the way to the base, my usual gas station where I filled up and bought some cigarettes. They are way cheaper there.

The base is funny. They recently privatized their security, and it seems like the security policy book is open to interpretation. I never know what I'm going to face when I come to the gate. I have DOD stickers for my truck, which should get me onto any military installation, and a CAC (Contractor's Access Card) which is also DOD issued and should get me onto any military installation. BUT, somewhere in the book there is a footnoted exception for vehicles with placards on the side. Contractor vehicles are subjected to search, and must go through the contractor gate. Or sometimes not. It's crazy.

I gave the main gate my first shot this morning, thought I'd try there first. Who knows? Maybe I can ease on in like butter on toast. Or maybe they'll send me over to the contractor's gate to get searched and a permission slip. Today I won. I was the butter on toast. Nice.

I pulled up to the first home I was to inspect and started getting my paperwork in order. A gold truck drives by, and the driver waves. No way. It's the person from the company who holds our project's bond coming to do his inspection. He never goes on Mondays. I never go on Mondays. But here we both are. And I was just thinking we should coordinate our inspections...

We said our good mornings and had a chuckle at the coincedence of meeting on the same unusual day and time and began our walk together. There was a question about something being in the painting scope of work, so I took out my phone to call the subcontractor to ask about it. I flipped open the phone and the screen showed the word "connected". Huh? I didn't call anyone - who was I connected with? I said "hello?" into the phone, and.....no, had ya going didn't I? it wasn't the subcontractor. It was my office back in CT. But it was still weird.

The rest of the day went great. I ran into the facilities guy and we chatted for awhile. I was on my game, even found a new route to get from one house to another on the base. Hundred times I've driven this base and didn't know that road was there.

Since I wasn't worn out and exhausted, I thought I'd stop by and say "hello" to my buddies in the Portsmouth office and use their internet to check my email and wrap up a couple tasks while I was there.

The girls were chatting when I came in and of course there is always the welcoming greeting. We spend a little time catching up and I was telling them I was having kind of a weird, but good day when one of the girls says, "you are purple today."

"what?" I asked.

She repeated, "your color is purple today. I can see people's colors." with a giggle she continued, "I've never told anybody that before. I've always been able to see colors around people. I don't know what it means, it's dumb."

The other girl piped up, "what is my color?"

"You are like a light green today", was the answer.

We all chuckled, and I commented on how cool that was, that she apparently could see auras. I told her I didn't know much, but the colors are significant, and I had thought I was a yellow.

I went upstairs and spread out my files and opened my lap top. I went through all my paperwork, did some emailing stuff and when I was finished, I surfed to find what a purple aura meant. This is what I found:

Purple: indicates spiritual thoughts. Purple is never a strong point in the Aura. It appears only as temporary "clouds" and "flames", indicating truly spiritual thoughts.

I checked a couple sites, and that was pretty consistent, more or less. Weird.

On the way back home, I ate the apple I had picked off the tree in one of the yards. That tree has the best darned apples I have ever tasted. It crunched when I bit into it, and the juice dripped down my fingers. It was tart, but with a sweet finish. (hehehe)

Just into Massachusettes I stopped at a rest area which I had never stopped at before. Walking into the stall I came to an abrupt halt when I looked at the toilet. It had a regular seat, but the inside of it was black. As coal. Ew. I realized, though, that there was no water in it and saw the little card on the door of the stall. This card explained that these toilets didn't use water, nor did they use chemicals. The waste went into the 'equipment' and was then recycled. "Please do not throw paper towels or feminine products into the toilet".

Um. "Recycled"?????????? Okay. I'll check that one out later.

I washed my hands VERY well. They were sticky from the apple anyway.

And headed home. H accompanied me a good portion of the way, until one of us dropped the call, and that was that. I tried to call back, but the phone rang and rang. Since it was J's nap time, and he needs her help to actually nap, I thought it best if we just catch up another time. Like H, though, my mind gets to imagining things. Like, 'was there an emergency?'. I hope not.

I had a red pepper, which would have been easier to eat if I had at least cut it into sections. It was so juicy and delicious that everytime I bit into it I sprayed juice on my steering wheel. I finished it just in time to throw out the window as I exited for home.

Upon arriving home I let the dogs out, and refilled the wood rack with a few heavily ladened trips with the wheel barrow to the wood pile. Came in, put my jammies on, threw a load of clothes into the washing machine, started a fire, killed a spider who came in with the wood, vacuumed and checked the blogs and decided to recap my weird karma day.

Now it's quiche and movie time, and I'll catch up with y'all later. Be well.

Peace