Today was one of those days at work where I really felt a great sense of satisfaction with what I do. The day started off with what most people would call terrible weather. It was very dark and stormy outside with big claps of thunder and bursts of lightning. I happen to enjoy this kind of weather as it is both calming and energizing. The worst weather brings out the best in me sometimes...which is good because today I feel like I brought my "A" game.
hahaha.
Early in the day some State workers finally came in and checked out our problem areas in the building. My boss was on the phone at the time, trying to get our computer to work, so I took the lead in telling them what I knew for sure needed to be fixed. I remembered so many things I nearly surprised myself. Plus, the ballast in our overhead light was finally fixed (after a week and a half). Yay! It makes a huge difference for the people who want to get brochures for the Kansas City area...or just see the floor when they're walking out to the door.
We also received a shipment of new 2012 brochures for one place. Now, you might not think that recycling old and stocking new brochures is the most exciting duty...but I dunno, there's something nice about the task. It's simple yes, but it means something to the public and perhaps that's what I like about it. I'm placing information for people to use. In a way it's similar to making lemonade for the troops at the USO, or keeping tabs of Junior Ranger patches in Yellowstone. I just like it.
On a similar note: half of our job is making people feel as comfortable as we can, even if it's just making sure the bathrooms are spotless or the coffee is hot. It's how we maintain repeat visitors and even draw in new visitors. You'd be surprised how many people stop in just because the women's restroom is always clean. Haha.
Just like I enjoy having clean, sparkling bathrooms when I'm on the road, I want to provide that for our visitors because it really does mean a lot.
Around noon my boss asked me what I had for lunch. I replied I brought hot dogs because with the storm outside I wasn't sure if we would be having a fire roaring in the fireplace today. He looked over at me, and in kind of a Gibbs reply said, "It's like 60 degrees outside". I just started to laugh.
Ummm...I got a couple Christmas Cards written during our slow hours. My boss and I discussed last night's episode of NCIS. He told me what he and his family planned on having for dinner. Then we discussed the coolness factor for archaeologists everywhere that they have Indiana Jones as their "poster boy". Come on, what other professions come across that cool in the movies?
Throughout the day we had visitors come in lost, completely turned around due to a bridge closure near Louisiana, MO. Apparently there was a pretty bad accident on the bridge and as it turns out, the bridge would be closed for the next 8 hours. This kind of moment is my time to shine. When people come in and have no idea where they are, or how to get where they need to go, it's nice to be that friendly, compassionate person to make them feel they're not alone and that they're going to be alright. Interestingly, everyone who came in was trying to figure out how to get to or near Columbia (the city, not the South American Country). I was so happy to help them and happier at how articulate I was in providing those directions.
It's the kind of day that really makes me glad to be in this job...and look forward to going back tomorrow. I know I make a positive difference in the outcome of people's days. I can go to bed happy now.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Veteran's Day
I went to a local park yesterday mostly in hopes of 
getting some good autumn pictures. It was a beautiful Friday morning and I had the whole park almost entirely to myself. I walked down to the riverfront path and stood by the river, feeling incredibly calm and peaceful as I listened to the water. I knew soon that I would be helping to make that water safer, or at least hoping to make it safer. Tuesday I will be attending a meeting of the local Coast Guard Auxiliary. It is a citizen volunteer effort, no boot camp or OCS here, where members teach boating safety courses among a host of other duties. I'm hoping to even get trained to help with Search and Rescue efforts.
In finding out more of my interest in joining the Auxiliary, the flotilla (local) commander asked how I became interested in the organization. I went through the whole thing of how I was volunteering for the USO when I became interested, but that I wanted to pursue my main career goals while still finding a way to serve my country and support our military. I told him I worked as Park Ranger where I lead tours and a I love to teach, which is why I would be interested in providing boating safety courses. He wrote back,
"Your service is commendable. The Auxiliary will likely be a good fit..."
Now, I have to say it felt really nice to get a compliment like that from a guy I haven't even met yet. It made me smile.
As I hiked up the hill back towards my car I got to thinking though, "The thanks and praises are nice to hear, they were always nice to hear when I was working as a park ranger, or even volunteering but I always thought to myself...keep the praises, just give me a park ranger job."
And it hit me. On Veteran's Day we pause to give thanks to our military service men and women for all the hard work and sacrifices made in order to ensure a more perfect Union. But, most veteran's I know personally do not care so much for the thanks, they really just want to make sure that when they're out of the service, they'll be able to find a job they can be proud of that pays well enough.
See, I had been looking at it all wrong...yes I have my 4 year degree in Parks and Recreation and have worked for years towards my goal to become a full-time permanent Park Ranger. Yes, it does bother me that I will always be second on the list to someone with veterans preference simply because I did not choose to serve my country the same way they chose to. It is incredibly frustrating that there are not enough full-time permanent park ranger jobs either! The funding simply is not there. I do not feel I should simply hand over my dream park ranger job to a veteran simply because they enlisted. No, I'm sorry, I do not feel that way. But to compete with them in a society that, however sincerely or halfheartedly adores our military, I need to bring my own unique A-game. I need to remember I need to work my butt off to get what I want, instead of just feeling like I deserve it simply because I've already gotten my degree and three seasons in at Yellowstone.
So, perhaps I have been brought to Hannibal to work a job I'm not too wild about simply so that I can gain more experience and in the
meantime volunteer with the Coast Guard Auxiliary right here in town. This will help me develop skills and interests (while also boosting my resume). Plus, I've always felt like I'm meant to do something great, something worthy with my life, and maybe this is the path that will help me discover just what the great something is.
I do thank you, Veterans, for everything you do and have done. I just wish I didn't feel such animosity towards you when we go for the same job. May the Coast Guard Auxiliary help me to see you as brothers and sisters in the hiring process, and not as enemies.
getting some good autumn pictures. It was a beautiful Friday morning and I had the whole park almost entirely to myself. I walked down to the riverfront path and stood by the river, feeling incredibly calm and peaceful as I listened to the water. I knew soon that I would be helping to make that water safer, or at least hoping to make it safer. Tuesday I will be attending a meeting of the local Coast Guard Auxiliary. It is a citizen volunteer effort, no boot camp or OCS here, where members teach boating safety courses among a host of other duties. I'm hoping to even get trained to help with Search and Rescue efforts.
In finding out more of my interest in joining the Auxiliary, the flotilla (local) commander asked how I became interested in the organization. I went through the whole thing of how I was volunteering for the USO when I became interested, but that I wanted to pursue my main career goals while still finding a way to serve my country and support our military. I told him I worked as Park Ranger where I lead tours and a I love to teach, which is why I would be interested in providing boating safety courses. He wrote back,
"Your service is commendable. The Auxiliary will likely be a good fit..."
Now, I have to say it felt really nice to get a compliment like that from a guy I haven't even met yet. It made me smile.
As I hiked up the hill back towards my car I got to thinking though, "The thanks and praises are nice to hear, they were always nice to hear when I was working as a park ranger, or even volunteering but I always thought to myself...keep the praises, just give me a park ranger job."
And it hit me. On Veteran's Day we pause to give thanks to our military service men and women for all the hard work and sacrifices made in order to ensure a more perfect Union. But, most veteran's I know personally do not care so much for the thanks, they really just want to make sure that when they're out of the service, they'll be able to find a job they can be proud of that pays well enough.
See, I had been looking at it all wrong...yes I have my 4 year degree in Parks and Recreation and have worked for years towards my goal to become a full-time permanent Park Ranger. Yes, it does bother me that I will always be second on the list to someone with veterans preference simply because I did not choose to serve my country the same way they chose to. It is incredibly frustrating that there are not enough full-time permanent park ranger jobs either! The funding simply is not there. I do not feel I should simply hand over my dream park ranger job to a veteran simply because they enlisted. No, I'm sorry, I do not feel that way. But to compete with them in a society that, however sincerely or halfheartedly adores our military, I need to bring my own unique A-game. I need to remember I need to work my butt off to get what I want, instead of just feeling like I deserve it simply because I've already gotten my degree and three seasons in at Yellowstone.
So, perhaps I have been brought to Hannibal to work a job I'm not too wild about simply so that I can gain more experience and in the
meantime volunteer with the Coast Guard Auxiliary right here in town. This will help me develop skills and interests (while also boosting my resume). Plus, I've always felt like I'm meant to do something great, something worthy with my life, and maybe this is the path that will help me discover just what the great something is.I do thank you, Veterans, for everything you do and have done. I just wish I didn't feel such animosity towards you when we go for the same job. May the Coast Guard Auxiliary help me to see you as brothers and sisters in the hiring process, and not as enemies.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Human Nature
Humans are, by nature, social creatures. We need and want to feel accepted, cared for and appreciated. For many of us, person-to-person interactions such as pizza parties, barn raisings and movie nights are an integral part of this human social contact.
I had an easier time making friends at 7,700 feet of elevation and 2 hours from the nearest town - essentially what many people would call the middle of nowhere - than in the six months I have been in Hannibal. In that time, I have made a grand total of zero (0) friends in a town of 18,000 people.
Following the advice of everyone, I attended churches in hopes of meeting people with whom I might share a connection. I found either people who were way too uptight or in contrast, overly lovey-dovey to the point they scared me and drove me away. I tried the bars, the gym, minor league baseball games, concerts, volunteering, and even the coffee shop which if you know me, that's not my scene at all. It just goes to show you how desperate I was/am to meet people. Heck, even last weekend I gave my number to the guy who works at Radioshack (he never contacted me. His loss). I have never felt so alone and so much like an outsider. Ever. And to think I was scared to spend a winter season in Yellowstone because I wouldn't have a social life. Just try spending half a year in "America's Hometown".
So Hannibal, by nature, is family-oriented and they like to focus on families with kids. Quincy, Illinois on the other hand looks a bit more promising for a young single career-oriented female with no kids to find similar people to hang out with. This isn't to say I won't socialize with married couples my age but I'll put it like this: The overwhelming majority of my friends are married or in a commited relationship. After a while, I just feel like a third wheel. I want a few people I can call and spur of the moment, say, "Hey let's check out that thing happening over there," and they can jump on board because they don't have to ask permission or double check their schedule.
Well, if there's one thing my many seasons of plugging away at the job applications has taught me, it's that getting discouraged/frustrated/angry and depressed at the situation isn't going to fix said situation. Optimism is the key to success. It's hard, and annoying and even sometimes scary to continuously throw oneself into new environments with people you don't know from Jack. But, that's the only way to meet people and hopefully have some fun, and who knows, maybe even meet a cute guy.
If you'll remember the post about "riding the waves" where I compared unemployment to surfing I'd like to use that same metaphor. The boat with all my family and friends finally arrived at the shore. It was as if the sand was paved with gold. I had achieved a full-time position with the State of Missouri which included benefits and allowed me to have my own apartment. I had almost everything I wanted. Except by the time I got there, the party had dissolved for the night. I waited on the shore for the people to return but they never did. Eventually I got lonely. Then I began to hear the drums. It was from across the island. The boat brought me to dry land, but it took me to the wrong shore.
A little to the north and on the eastern shore of the Mississippi River is the bustling metropolis of Quincy, Illinois. It was here that I finally felt I had maybe arrived at the start of what could be a really good party. At a church, I met a bunch of really cool, laid back people at one of the church's social groups. It's designed for college age and 20 year olds to gather, socialize and even do some bible study, which I found enjoyable after not having done that for a very long time. And just like the feeling one gets with sitting out under a blanket of stars around a campfire and communing with friends (whether on a beach, the forest or in the mountains), this group had a similar cozy yet vibrant feeling. It was an overwhelming feeling of relief to be welcomed, and even welcomed back.
I had an easier time making friends at 7,700 feet of elevation and 2 hours from the nearest town - essentially what many people would call the middle of nowhere - than in the six months I have been in Hannibal. In that time, I have made a grand total of zero (0) friends in a town of 18,000 people.
Following the advice of everyone, I attended churches in hopes of meeting people with whom I might share a connection. I found either people who were way too uptight or in contrast, overly lovey-dovey to the point they scared me and drove me away. I tried the bars, the gym, minor league baseball games, concerts, volunteering, and even the coffee shop which if you know me, that's not my scene at all. It just goes to show you how desperate I was/am to meet people. Heck, even last weekend I gave my number to the guy who works at Radioshack (he never contacted me. His loss). I have never felt so alone and so much like an outsider. Ever. And to think I was scared to spend a winter season in Yellowstone because I wouldn't have a social life. Just try spending half a year in "America's Hometown".
So Hannibal, by nature, is family-oriented and they like to focus on families with kids. Quincy, Illinois on the other hand looks a bit more promising for a young single career-oriented female with no kids to find similar people to hang out with. This isn't to say I won't socialize with married couples my age but I'll put it like this: The overwhelming majority of my friends are married or in a commited relationship. After a while, I just feel like a third wheel. I want a few people I can call and spur of the moment, say, "Hey let's check out that thing happening over there," and they can jump on board because they don't have to ask permission or double check their schedule.
Well, if there's one thing my many seasons of plugging away at the job applications has taught me, it's that getting discouraged/frustrated/angry and depressed at the situation isn't going to fix said situation. Optimism is the key to success. It's hard, and annoying and even sometimes scary to continuously throw oneself into new environments with people you don't know from Jack. But, that's the only way to meet people and hopefully have some fun, and who knows, maybe even meet a cute guy.
If you'll remember the post about "riding the waves" where I compared unemployment to surfing I'd like to use that same metaphor. The boat with all my family and friends finally arrived at the shore. It was as if the sand was paved with gold. I had achieved a full-time position with the State of Missouri which included benefits and allowed me to have my own apartment. I had almost everything I wanted. Except by the time I got there, the party had dissolved for the night. I waited on the shore for the people to return but they never did. Eventually I got lonely. Then I began to hear the drums. It was from across the island. The boat brought me to dry land, but it took me to the wrong shore.
A little to the north and on the eastern shore of the Mississippi River is the bustling metropolis of Quincy, Illinois. It was here that I finally felt I had maybe arrived at the start of what could be a really good party. At a church, I met a bunch of really cool, laid back people at one of the church's social groups. It's designed for college age and 20 year olds to gather, socialize and even do some bible study, which I found enjoyable after not having done that for a very long time. And just like the feeling one gets with sitting out under a blanket of stars around a campfire and communing with friends (whether on a beach, the forest or in the mountains), this group had a similar cozy yet vibrant feeling. It was an overwhelming feeling of relief to be welcomed, and even welcomed back.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Kansas City
“I’m going to Kansas City, Kansas City here I come!”
This was the song running through my head the other week as I waited for Saturday morning when I would hit the road and head west.
My main reason for visiting Kansas City was pretty simple: spend Saturday at the Renaissance Faire. I hadn’t been to a Ren Faire in several years and really wanted to go, especially considering I’d never been to this one.
I was pretty impressed at the physical layout of the faire. They had lots of space, plenty of little paths to “get lost” on. There were rows of cute shops to step into, and most seemed to have handmade products. The purse in this picture was handmade by the lady who was running the shop and the stenciling was done by hand, too!
Some of the simple things I love about Renaissance Faires is the hint of incense and wood fires burning. It adds to the romance and escapism that maybe, for a minute, I might actually be back in the 1500s. I adore the costumes and music, the dirt and the sun sifting through the tall trees because it all helps in setting the atmosphere.
I have to say, though, I was somewhat disappointed in their Joust. While it was very funny and the characters were interesting, I didn’t really care about that as much. I really just wanted to see the horses run towards each other and the lances shatter upon impact with the other rider. The KC Ren Faire jousting field was really small, so they seemed to focus more on the acting. Yet even the acting was a little off in that there was a delayed reaction from when the lance hit the shield and the knight fell of their horse. All-in-all it was still entertaining but I think the Joust at the Bristol Ren Faire in Wisconsin was way better.
There was a very prominent section in the middle of the KC faire which showcased historical crafts such as cardweaving, blacksmithing, stone carving and cooking. I really appreciated that part because amid the fairy wings and cartoon wizards, the Institute for Historical and Educational Arts was reinforcing the more authentic aspects of the Renaissance era. I actually learned something from the five minute chat I had with one of the women, something I hadn’t gotten from any other faire.
I think overall the experience was very enjoyable and I’d go back next year because there was just so much to see I couldn’t do it all in one day.
I would go back to Kansas City anyway, because there’s just too much to see in the city for just one weekend. Of course, most cities or countries are like that, there’s just too much to see in one trip.
Sunday I visited the one place I initially had no desire to visit. The Plaza was described as being kind of an outdoor shopping center. In my mind I could only think of an outdoor mall and honestly, why would I care to go see that? Yet, talking to a local she said that if I wanted to see some neat architecture, that’s where I wanted to be. She was right!
Lunch at Jack Stack’s BBQ was delicious. Their sweet BBQ sauce on tender pulled pork was worth the wait for the restaurant to open. Haha!
Those were really my favorite parts to the city. The City Market, touted as being a huge wonderful farmer’s market was nothing but a large tacky flea market by the time I got there around noon. Not sure what to make of that. Other places I wanted to visit, such as the Jazz Museum weren't open until much later on Sundays, and I wasn't able to stick around that late.
The downtown part of Kansas City was so different than the downtown of Chicago. In Kansas City I’m quite certain the tallest skyscraper was perhaps 40 stories tall. The town had much more of a rural feel than a bustling vibrant metropolis. I liked that. Plus the city was easy enough to navigate I didn’t need to use the GPS (although I had it just in case). Of course it helped that it was Sunday, not too many people were out and about, and those who were drive much slower than those in Chicago.
If you're looking for a rural atmosphere with all the culture of an insanely bustling city, head to Kansas City. That, or if you're looking to escape to 1500s Europe for a while during the fall.
This was the song running through my head the other week as I waited for Saturday morning when I would hit the road and head west.
My main reason for visiting Kansas City was pretty simple: spend Saturday at the Renaissance Faire. I hadn’t been to a Ren Faire in several years and really wanted to go, especially considering I’d never been to this one.
I was pretty impressed at the physical layout of the faire. They had lots of space, plenty of little paths to “get lost” on. There were rows of cute shops to step into, and most seemed to have handmade products. The purse in this picture was handmade by the lady who was running the shop and the stenciling was done by hand, too!
Some of the simple things I love about Renaissance Faires is the hint of incense and wood fires burning. It adds to the romance and escapism that maybe, for a minute, I might actually be back in the 1500s. I adore the costumes and music, the dirt and the sun sifting through the tall trees because it all helps in setting the atmosphere.
I have to say, though, I was somewhat disappointed in their Joust. While it was very funny and the characters were interesting, I didn’t really care about that as much. I really just wanted to see the horses run towards each other and the lances shatter upon impact with the other rider. The KC Ren Faire jousting field was really small, so they seemed to focus more on the acting. Yet even the acting was a little off in that there was a delayed reaction from when the lance hit the shield and the knight fell of their horse. All-in-all it was still entertaining but I think the Joust at the Bristol Ren Faire in Wisconsin was way better.
There was a very prominent section in the middle of the KC faire which showcased historical crafts such as cardweaving, blacksmithing, stone carving and cooking. I really appreciated that part because amid the fairy wings and cartoon wizards, the Institute for Historical and Educational Arts was reinforcing the more authentic aspects of the Renaissance era. I actually learned something from the five minute chat I had with one of the women, something I hadn’t gotten from any other faire.
I think overall the experience was very enjoyable and I’d go back next year because there was just so much to see I couldn’t do it all in one day.
I would go back to Kansas City anyway, because there’s just too much to see in the city for just one weekend. Of course, most cities or countries are like that, there’s just too much to see in one trip.
Sunday I visited the one place I initially had no desire to visit. The Plaza was described as being kind of an outdoor shopping center. In my mind I could only think of an outdoor mall and honestly, why would I care to go see that? Yet, talking to a local she said that if I wanted to see some neat architecture, that’s where I wanted to be. She was right!
Lunch at Jack Stack’s BBQ was delicious. Their sweet BBQ sauce on tender pulled pork was worth the wait for the restaurant to open. Haha!
Those were really my favorite parts to the city. The City Market, touted as being a huge wonderful farmer’s market was nothing but a large tacky flea market by the time I got there around noon. Not sure what to make of that. Other places I wanted to visit, such as the Jazz Museum weren't open until much later on Sundays, and I wasn't able to stick around that late.
The downtown part of Kansas City was so different than the downtown of Chicago. In Kansas City I’m quite certain the tallest skyscraper was perhaps 40 stories tall. The town had much more of a rural feel than a bustling vibrant metropolis. I liked that. Plus the city was easy enough to navigate I didn’t need to use the GPS (although I had it just in case). Of course it helped that it was Sunday, not too many people were out and about, and those who were drive much slower than those in Chicago.
If you're looking for a rural atmosphere with all the culture of an insanely bustling city, head to Kansas City. That, or if you're looking to escape to 1500s Europe for a while during the fall.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
River Adventure
There is a relatively small stretch of road between Hannibal and Keokuk, Iowa I set out over the weekend to explore. I took IL-96 past Quincy. I was told the road gets so close to the river one could practically reach out and put their fingertips in the river from the car. Well, I suppose it may have been that close except that I couldn’t see it through the trees on the east side of the river.
In Keokuk I was immediately intrigued by the layout of the city.
The Lock and Dam sits just north of the bridge while the main street stretches out in front of the vehicle full of old river architecture. Signs mark the road to the statue of Chief Keokuk, which stands atop a bluff overlooking the Mississippi. The statue is impressive, and acknowledges the heritage of the area. Sadly, it is covered in cobwebs, dirt and grime. Even sadder is the lack of signs throughout the park leading me to the statue. Multiple roads intersect each other and I was very frustrated and nervous driving around as I couldn’t make sense of the place.
Next on the river adventure was a visit to the Illiniwek Village State Historic Site. It’s off of Highway 27, down a narrow, gravel road and left at the end of the cornfield.
I was the only person there, and kinda liked that there was a vault toilet, it was
sure cleaner to me than the restroom at the gas station. After reading all the interpretive signs I remembered it might be a good idea to spray on a little bug spray before taking the trail. As I was walking to get the bug spray, a large cricket flew into my hair and under my sunglasses!!! I guess I was just a little too late with the spray.
After seeing the site of one of the longhouses inhabited by the Peoria tribe who once lived there, I was glad to get into my car and enjoy the air conditioning. It was hot out there and I still cannot imagine hot having it.
I drove through Canton, originally thinking I might have dinner in town.
As I drove through on the main drag I looked up and down streets thinking
there has to be more to the town. Nope, there’s really nothing there besides the Lock and Dam.
The only restaurant I saw was the “Camo Café”. While this might appeal to some, it didn’t sit well with me so I drove on.
The road between Canton and La Grange is part of the Great River Road, miles and miles of highway which traverse down the Mississippi River from Minnesota to the Gulf of Mexico.
After stopping off at the casino and enjoying the chance to talk to some guys who were about my age, I headed home. The best part of heading home the way I like to go (a short cut of sorts) is that there are no streetlights. I pulled off onto a gravel driveway to gaze up at the galaxy, breathless by the volume of stars I saw. Then! I saw a shooting star! It couldn’t have been a better ending to a fun day.
Sunday I continued my river adventure by taking a ride on the
Mark Twain Riverboat. Staying close to Hannibal, it tours the Mississippi, giving passengers insight into the town’s history ((mom did I get that apostrophe right?)), Mark Twain and general life on the river. This picture shows how the railroad track can be lifted up on hydralics (left side of bridge) in order to allow the river traffic to pass underneath the bridge, as the river traffic has right-of-way. It was easy to see the appeal the river held for Mark Twain during the late 1800s. It must be equivalent to the passion I have and I’ve seen for those who love the open road in modern days.
I highly recommend taking a ride on the river boat.
It’s well worth the hour even if just to gaze out with childlike wonder onto the sandy beach of the island across town, imagining Tom and Huck dabbling their toes in the water, snoozing under their straw hats while harmonica music plays somewhere softly in the distance.
In Keokuk I was immediately intrigued by the layout of the city.
The Lock and Dam sits just north of the bridge while the main street stretches out in front of the vehicle full of old river architecture. Signs mark the road to the statue of Chief Keokuk, which stands atop a bluff overlooking the Mississippi. The statue is impressive, and acknowledges the heritage of the area. Sadly, it is covered in cobwebs, dirt and grime. Even sadder is the lack of signs throughout the park leading me to the statue. Multiple roads intersect each other and I was very frustrated and nervous driving around as I couldn’t make sense of the place.
Next on the river adventure was a visit to the Illiniwek Village State Historic Site. It’s off of Highway 27, down a narrow, gravel road and left at the end of the cornfield.
I was the only person there, and kinda liked that there was a vault toilet, it was
sure cleaner to me than the restroom at the gas station. After reading all the interpretive signs I remembered it might be a good idea to spray on a little bug spray before taking the trail. As I was walking to get the bug spray, a large cricket flew into my hair and under my sunglasses!!! I guess I was just a little too late with the spray.
After seeing the site of one of the longhouses inhabited by the Peoria tribe who once lived there, I was glad to get into my car and enjoy the air conditioning. It was hot out there and I still cannot imagine hot having it.
I drove through Canton, originally thinking I might have dinner in town.
As I drove through on the main drag I looked up and down streets thinking
there has to be more to the town. Nope, there’s really nothing there besides the Lock and Dam.
The only restaurant I saw was the “Camo Café”. While this might appeal to some, it didn’t sit well with me so I drove on.
The road between Canton and La Grange is part of the Great River Road, miles and miles of highway which traverse down the Mississippi River from Minnesota to the Gulf of Mexico.
After stopping off at the casino and enjoying the chance to talk to some guys who were about my age, I headed home. The best part of heading home the way I like to go (a short cut of sorts) is that there are no streetlights. I pulled off onto a gravel driveway to gaze up at the galaxy, breathless by the volume of stars I saw. Then! I saw a shooting star! It couldn’t have been a better ending to a fun day.
Sunday I continued my river adventure by taking a ride on the
Mark Twain Riverboat. Staying close to Hannibal, it tours the Mississippi, giving passengers insight into the town’s history ((mom did I get that apostrophe right?)), Mark Twain and general life on the river. This picture shows how the railroad track can be lifted up on hydralics (left side of bridge) in order to allow the river traffic to pass underneath the bridge, as the river traffic has right-of-way. It was easy to see the appeal the river held for Mark Twain during the late 1800s. It must be equivalent to the passion I have and I’ve seen for those who love the open road in modern days.
I highly recommend taking a ride on the river boat.
It’s well worth the hour even if just to gaze out with childlike wonder onto the sandy beach of the island across town, imagining Tom and Huck dabbling their toes in the water, snoozing under their straw hats while harmonica music plays somewhere softly in the distance.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Days Go By
I cannot believe it is already August 24th, 2011! I have been doing something every weekend and the work week seems to zoom by until another fun filled weekend comes along. So, what exactly happens during a work week at the Missouri Welcome Center in Hannibal? Here are just a few of the more memorable moments and visitors from Tuesday August 16th.
9:00 Mike (my boss) is sitting in one of the wing back chairs, reading the newspaper, as no one has come in since 8:10.
9:15 Visitor finally comes in (yay!)
11:15 US Soldier needed Missouri Map. He and his brother were on their way to Fort Leavenworth, both were friendly and enjoyed reading the map. As they left I heard the Soldier say, "this is why I love coming to Welcome Centers, they're so fun and friendly here." That made me feel good.
11:30 A little lady in her 50s wanders up to the desk and jokingly says she wants our maps and our shirts (they are plain polos with the Missouri logo on the left). Mike tells her we have a box of them but can't giver he any because we need them in case we spill coffee or lunch on ourselves. I pointed to myself and with a stupid expression said it happens to me all the time.
11:40 After getting a drink of water, the same lady was standing in the doorway and looking back towards us, she didn't hear or see the door open when a big guy walked in behind her - scared the heck out of her which made her scream and jump back a good foot it seemed, which in turn made the big guy jump a little. That was hilarious!
12:15 Senior citizen shuffles in, tan gym shoes matching his tan cabbie hat, yellow button down shirt, green shorts and a cell phone case clipped to his brown belt. He just needed a Missouri map before he shuffled out the door. His just seemed to be so stereotypically "old man". Maybe it's because in a way he reminded me of my grandpa.
1:40 Visitor grabbed my pen I was holding in my hand. Yep, often adult visitors will just snatch it without asking first. This is in contrast to the 10 year old boy who answered "Yes Ma'am" to the small talk questions I was asking him around lunch.
2:00 It's 2pm - do you know where you're visitors are? Cuz they're not here. 2pm seems to be a consistent lull in the day. It can get really boring...but it can also give us a time to restock brochures and tidy up. [or as was the case of August 23 chip the ice off the air conditioner unit].
4:10 It starts to rain
5:00 close up and go home
Also last week we got two orders from the Governor to fly the flag at half mast in honor of military service members and a highway patrol officer. Some people ask about it, others don't even notice.
This may seem like an incredibly random entry, with little purpose or even little entertainment value, but hopefully it helps to illustrate that no day at the Missouri Welcome Center is quit the same as the last. One day we just may have a tour bus full of kids who got on the bus without knowing where they're going (that actually happened), or maybe we'll have visitors from Germany, Japan or Israel (which does happen) and maybe we'll get to see hummingbirds, woodchucks and near rear-end semi-truck collisions along the highway. I'm looking forward to what will happen and who I'll meet tomorrow.
9:00 Mike (my boss) is sitting in one of the wing back chairs, reading the newspaper, as no one has come in since 8:10.
9:15 Visitor finally comes in (yay!)
11:15 US Soldier needed Missouri Map. He and his brother were on their way to Fort Leavenworth, both were friendly and enjoyed reading the map. As they left I heard the Soldier say, "this is why I love coming to Welcome Centers, they're so fun and friendly here." That made me feel good.
11:30 A little lady in her 50s wanders up to the desk and jokingly says she wants our maps and our shirts (they are plain polos with the Missouri logo on the left). Mike tells her we have a box of them but can't giver he any because we need them in case we spill coffee or lunch on ourselves. I pointed to myself and with a stupid expression said it happens to me all the time.
11:40 After getting a drink of water, the same lady was standing in the doorway and looking back towards us, she didn't hear or see the door open when a big guy walked in behind her - scared the heck out of her which made her scream and jump back a good foot it seemed, which in turn made the big guy jump a little. That was hilarious!
12:15 Senior citizen shuffles in, tan gym shoes matching his tan cabbie hat, yellow button down shirt, green shorts and a cell phone case clipped to his brown belt. He just needed a Missouri map before he shuffled out the door. His just seemed to be so stereotypically "old man". Maybe it's because in a way he reminded me of my grandpa.
1:40 Visitor grabbed my pen I was holding in my hand. Yep, often adult visitors will just snatch it without asking first. This is in contrast to the 10 year old boy who answered "Yes Ma'am" to the small talk questions I was asking him around lunch.
2:00 It's 2pm - do you know where you're visitors are? Cuz they're not here. 2pm seems to be a consistent lull in the day. It can get really boring...but it can also give us a time to restock brochures and tidy up. [or as was the case of August 23 chip the ice off the air conditioner unit].
4:10 It starts to rain
5:00 close up and go home
Also last week we got two orders from the Governor to fly the flag at half mast in honor of military service members and a highway patrol officer. Some people ask about it, others don't even notice.
This may seem like an incredibly random entry, with little purpose or even little entertainment value, but hopefully it helps to illustrate that no day at the Missouri Welcome Center is quit the same as the last. One day we just may have a tour bus full of kids who got on the bus without knowing where they're going (that actually happened), or maybe we'll have visitors from Germany, Japan or Israel (which does happen) and maybe we'll get to see hummingbirds, woodchucks and near rear-end semi-truck collisions along the highway. I'm looking forward to what will happen and who I'll meet tomorrow.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Flying Solo
There is no manual, no pamplet no Standard Operating Procedure one can read which will help in the move of a young-single-college-educated-female-with-no-children from-a-big-urban-area-to-small-town-USA. The closest thing would be to watch Footloose.
It seems as though most people my age I've met are either married or already engaged. Most of those people already have chilren. And if you're going to meet people, you'd best be finding some religion because in this town, everyone and their mother will tell you that you'll meet people at service on Sunday. (seriously, it's like Footloose). The trick is trying to break into the cliques.
I'm not much of a clique person, never cared for them ever since 6th grade when I wasn't one of the cool girls because I wasn't a "valley girl" in love with John Travolta. I honestly still don't see the appeal to him over actors such as Harrison Ford or Kevin Costner or Kevin Bacon...man, this is a Kevin Bacon sort of entry I suppose...
Where was I going with this? Oh, right! Well, I've decided that I'm just going to keep doing the things that make me happy, not to worry about which clique I might fit into. I'll eventually meet people and even if I don't, I can still entertain myself just fine with the adventures awaiting me in a new state.
Last weekend I went hiking on my own to the incredibly beautiful Cuivre River State Park. I will for sure be returning there to check out more hikes. It felt a bit like the densely vegetated mountains of Shenandoah National Park, although a lot less hilly but a lot more tick-infested! I sweated and sweated buckets and took a bunch of pictures, and took my time along the way to take in the serenity. Back home after a shower, dinner and a near power nap I hopped in my car and went to the nearby Huckleberry Park (which is a municipal park). They were showing "Yogi Bear" for free under the stars. Disregarding my earlier disapproval for the movie idea, I found myself thoroughly enjoying it. I honestly have to admit that it was a fun flick!! And I laughed and got caught up in the story and the moral and didn't care that I was by myself. I was having a good time.
I suppose within the 24 hours of last weekend I have been kindly reminded, gently, by my walk in the woods as I thought about advice given to me by wiser people, that I just need to keep doing what I'm doing. I truly hope to find love someday, and I'd like to make a few new friends eventually, but for now this feels good. I can go wherever I want, whenever I want and hang out at the fourth of July baseball game and eat pretzels and watch fireworks and go to the gym at 9 p.m. on a Thursday night or sit and watch a G-rated movie in the park or take the long way home or attempt arts and crafts projects or eat Oreo cookies on the weekend or write terrible run on sentences that I'm sure drive English majors everywhere crazy...because it's what makes me happy.
It's just like Kevin Bacon in Footloose. While the norm of this community seems to be to go to church, marry young, raise 3 kids and drink Budweiser and, while I do need to respect the views of the people here, I'm still going to do my own crazy 'dance' because it's what feels good. Leeann Wolmack put it nicely when she said, "I hope you dance". I'd been trying to fit in and desperately grabbing at shadows, I forgot what brought me here in the first place, the pursuit of one of my passions. So maybe instead of focusing on finding something, I'll volunteer with a Girl Scout troop and hopefully the Coast Guard Auxiliary and be so intrinsically fulfilled that I could burst with happiness!
The moral of the story is that it's hard to meet people in a small town, as friendly as everyone is...but I'm not going to let that stop me from having fun and making the most of my new found "freedom".
Now, today it's off to a Lavender farm, Daniel Boone's Home and maybe another park for a quick hike. If I get home in time I'm hoping to catch another baseball game.
Missouri is fun!
It seems as though most people my age I've met are either married or already engaged. Most of those people already have chilren. And if you're going to meet people, you'd best be finding some religion because in this town, everyone and their mother will tell you that you'll meet people at service on Sunday. (seriously, it's like Footloose). The trick is trying to break into the cliques.
I'm not much of a clique person, never cared for them ever since 6th grade when I wasn't one of the cool girls because I wasn't a "valley girl" in love with John Travolta. I honestly still don't see the appeal to him over actors such as Harrison Ford or Kevin Costner or Kevin Bacon...man, this is a Kevin Bacon sort of entry I suppose...
Where was I going with this? Oh, right! Well, I've decided that I'm just going to keep doing the things that make me happy, not to worry about which clique I might fit into. I'll eventually meet people and even if I don't, I can still entertain myself just fine with the adventures awaiting me in a new state.
Last weekend I went hiking on my own to the incredibly beautiful Cuivre River State Park. I will for sure be returning there to check out more hikes. It felt a bit like the densely vegetated mountains of Shenandoah National Park, although a lot less hilly but a lot more tick-infested! I sweated and sweated buckets and took a bunch of pictures, and took my time along the way to take in the serenity. Back home after a shower, dinner and a near power nap I hopped in my car and went to the nearby Huckleberry Park (which is a municipal park). They were showing "Yogi Bear" for free under the stars. Disregarding my earlier disapproval for the movie idea, I found myself thoroughly enjoying it. I honestly have to admit that it was a fun flick!! And I laughed and got caught up in the story and the moral and didn't care that I was by myself. I was having a good time.
I suppose within the 24 hours of last weekend I have been kindly reminded, gently, by my walk in the woods as I thought about advice given to me by wiser people, that I just need to keep doing what I'm doing. I truly hope to find love someday, and I'd like to make a few new friends eventually, but for now this feels good. I can go wherever I want, whenever I want and hang out at the fourth of July baseball game and eat pretzels and watch fireworks and go to the gym at 9 p.m. on a Thursday night or sit and watch a G-rated movie in the park or take the long way home or attempt arts and crafts projects or eat Oreo cookies on the weekend or write terrible run on sentences that I'm sure drive English majors everywhere crazy...because it's what makes me happy.
It's just like Kevin Bacon in Footloose. While the norm of this community seems to be to go to church, marry young, raise 3 kids and drink Budweiser and, while I do need to respect the views of the people here, I'm still going to do my own crazy 'dance' because it's what feels good. Leeann Wolmack put it nicely when she said, "I hope you dance". I'd been trying to fit in and desperately grabbing at shadows, I forgot what brought me here in the first place, the pursuit of one of my passions. So maybe instead of focusing on finding something, I'll volunteer with a Girl Scout troop and hopefully the Coast Guard Auxiliary and be so intrinsically fulfilled that I could burst with happiness!
The moral of the story is that it's hard to meet people in a small town, as friendly as everyone is...but I'm not going to let that stop me from having fun and making the most of my new found "freedom".
Now, today it's off to a Lavender farm, Daniel Boone's Home and maybe another park for a quick hike. If I get home in time I'm hoping to catch another baseball game.
Missouri is fun!
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Almost Two months
In just a few days I will have been in Hannibal for two months. I am amazed at how quickly the time has gone by, since it just feels like yesterday my parents were helping me move in.
It is good though that at almost the two month mark I'm starting to feel more comfortable with at work. I've got what I think is a fairly solid footing now and can answer most questions about the touristy stuff around Hannibal and the best ways to get around the state. I am finding it not so "weird" to work with my boss now, too. There was no way I could have prepared myself for working with just one person all day everyday, five days a week, entirely indoors, when I'm used to working in diverse groups and being outside for parts of the day. BUT! It is going well and I'm losing that "first day on the job" akwardness. It helps that we've been really busy. Friday we had over 300 people into the visitor center!
Ok, I'm realizing this isn't the most eloquent piece I've ever written. I really felt it was important to get something written though.
In other news, it's been raining here a lot. Hannibal has not flooded and it would take a lot more rain to cause the water to spill over the flood gates. Tell your friends to come visit, we're still dry. Other parts of the state have not been so lucky. Oh, the Student Council for the Palmyra High School (about 15 minutes from here) has decided to take the money they were planning to spend on a pool party and are donating it to the Joplin Tornado relief fund so they can rebuild their schools damaged in last months tornado. Then Palmyra really got to thinking, took it a step further and will now be hosting a pool party where all the proceeds will be donated to Joplin. How awesome is that?! The event slogan is "From our pool to your school!" I love it!
I've enjoyed riding my bike along the backroad Bike Path. It's a great bike path and the scenery is incredible! I've also enjoyed going to the YMCA. The locker room is a little scary looking with this dingy, dark and outdated look to it, but everything is clean and the people are super friendly. Yes, I just said super friendly.
Other people around town are friendly, too. I went to a store today called "Pudd'n Heads" which has a random collection of country/rustic decor and stuff. It's a great store and I'm glad I checked it out. In my attempt to continue decorating my apartment I've been on the hunt for a few key items. Today I found a lamp!! Not just any lamp. Oh, it's too perfect for words, so I've attached a picture. It works so well in the corner of my living room, adding just the right amount of light. It's definitely my style. Anyway, I got to talking with the lady at the store when I was checking out and I've realized something...people here like to have conversations with one another. Things move at a slower pace here and they're up for talking to other people, for the most part of course.
Speaking of moving slower...driving around town took getting used to. I'm not fighting traffic or stuck in rush hour grid lock. Now I'm driving the right at the speed limit, sometimes even under it. I take my time getting home and even let other cars go before I make my turn out into traffic. I'm not scrambling to catch up with the flow of traffic. Yippee!!! hehehe. Needless to say I think my blood pressure has gone down.
In short - life is good.
I miss my family and friends but I feel...content. It's a goooooood feeling.
It is good though that at almost the two month mark I'm starting to feel more comfortable with at work. I've got what I think is a fairly solid footing now and can answer most questions about the touristy stuff around Hannibal and the best ways to get around the state. I am finding it not so "weird" to work with my boss now, too. There was no way I could have prepared myself for working with just one person all day everyday, five days a week, entirely indoors, when I'm used to working in diverse groups and being outside for parts of the day. BUT! It is going well and I'm losing that "first day on the job" akwardness. It helps that we've been really busy. Friday we had over 300 people into the visitor center!
Ok, I'm realizing this isn't the most eloquent piece I've ever written. I really felt it was important to get something written though.
In other news, it's been raining here a lot. Hannibal has not flooded and it would take a lot more rain to cause the water to spill over the flood gates. Tell your friends to come visit, we're still dry. Other parts of the state have not been so lucky. Oh, the Student Council for the Palmyra High School (about 15 minutes from here) has decided to take the money they were planning to spend on a pool party and are donating it to the Joplin Tornado relief fund so they can rebuild their schools damaged in last months tornado. Then Palmyra really got to thinking, took it a step further and will now be hosting a pool party where all the proceeds will be donated to Joplin. How awesome is that?! The event slogan is "From our pool to your school!" I love it!
I've enjoyed riding my bike along the backroad Bike Path. It's a great bike path and the scenery is incredible! I've also enjoyed going to the YMCA. The locker room is a little scary looking with this dingy, dark and outdated look to it, but everything is clean and the people are super friendly. Yes, I just said super friendly.
Other people around town are friendly, too. I went to a store today called "Pudd'n Heads" which has a random collection of country/rustic decor and stuff. It's a great store and I'm glad I checked it out. In my attempt to continue decorating my apartment I've been on the hunt for a few key items. Today I found a lamp!! Not just any lamp. Oh, it's too perfect for words, so I've attached a picture. It works so well in the corner of my living room, adding just the right amount of light. It's definitely my style. Anyway, I got to talking with the lady at the store when I was checking out and I've realized something...people here like to have conversations with one another. Things move at a slower pace here and they're up for talking to other people, for the most part of course.
Speaking of moving slower...driving around town took getting used to. I'm not fighting traffic or stuck in rush hour grid lock. Now I'm driving the right at the speed limit, sometimes even under it. I take my time getting home and even let other cars go before I make my turn out into traffic. I'm not scrambling to catch up with the flow of traffic. Yippee!!! hehehe. Needless to say I think my blood pressure has gone down.
In short - life is good.
I miss my family and friends but I feel...content. It's a goooooood feeling.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Hannibal, Missouri
I have discovered a truly magical place. It did not jump right out at me, such as the mountains or ocean do. This place slowly appeared, shrouded in mist as if out of a dream, evoking images of Brigadoon. It was the mighty Mississippi on a sleepy Sunday morning off of the banks of a town called Hannibal, Missouri.
When I first accepted a full time job working for the State of Missouri I did so because in this economy I would have been stupid not to take the work. I knew nothing of Hannibal. When I drove to Minnesota for a family reunion right before the interview, I took an outdated encyclopedia just to learn something of the place made famous through the works and life of Mark Twain.
As it turns out, I have prefered not knowing much about the town. It's like reading a book or watching a movie without having seen the trailers first. The title doesn't even give you a good idea as to what the story is about. So, with each turn of the page (or literal turn of the corner) I find myself discovering more and more what life is like in a small midwestern town and I am pleased to say that for the most part, I like it.
Granted, people drive a lot slower in Hannibal...I guess it's because they don't have anywhere they have to rush to. Hannibal is a small town, encouraging big city folk to step into a bygone era of simplicity and country hospitality. Take your time, as with all discoveries, and the charm and appeal of Hannibal will wash over you like the sunshine on the farmer's field behind my apartment building.
So far I have discovered outside of work: the Mark Twain boyhood home and museum. I like that Mr. Clemens and I seem to have similar viewpoints and he has a very fun writing style. I have discovered an Italian restauarant which features Irish music Monday nights. The movie theatre is a cute local favorite. There is a smoke filled bar, but it's very much like Healy's Westside. I have been told there is another smoke-free bar with an atmosphere similar to that of Cheers, but no Norm or Cliff. This morning I explored the only Lutheran church in town. It's a beautiful building lined with bright stained glass windows and the Pastor, whose speech pattern reminded me of Forest Gump, gave a wonderful and inspirational sermon. There was no coffee hour though and I was left utterly confused by this fact. I still feel "off" 30 minutes later.
After church I took a quaint Sunday morning drive and discovered what I began to describe in the first paragraph: a place called Riverview Park. Perched above historic downtown it provides plenty of cool, shady places to sit, picnic, bike or hike and let the outside world fade away. It's part Forest Preserve (a clean and well cared for Forest Preserve), part mini National Park, part other wordly in its many shadows and hiding places and it's all absolutely wonderful. Riverview Park finally solidified the idea that Hannibal is a place I can grow to adore and perhaps even thrive in after some time. I cannot wait to explore more of the park on foot...if it ever stops raining. Oh wait, correction, now it's hailing.
More to come soon, including pictures!
When I first accepted a full time job working for the State of Missouri I did so because in this economy I would have been stupid not to take the work. I knew nothing of Hannibal. When I drove to Minnesota for a family reunion right before the interview, I took an outdated encyclopedia just to learn something of the place made famous through the works and life of Mark Twain.
As it turns out, I have prefered not knowing much about the town. It's like reading a book or watching a movie without having seen the trailers first. The title doesn't even give you a good idea as to what the story is about. So, with each turn of the page (or literal turn of the corner) I find myself discovering more and more what life is like in a small midwestern town and I am pleased to say that for the most part, I like it.
Granted, people drive a lot slower in Hannibal...I guess it's because they don't have anywhere they have to rush to. Hannibal is a small town, encouraging big city folk to step into a bygone era of simplicity and country hospitality. Take your time, as with all discoveries, and the charm and appeal of Hannibal will wash over you like the sunshine on the farmer's field behind my apartment building.
So far I have discovered outside of work: the Mark Twain boyhood home and museum. I like that Mr. Clemens and I seem to have similar viewpoints and he has a very fun writing style. I have discovered an Italian restauarant which features Irish music Monday nights. The movie theatre is a cute local favorite. There is a smoke filled bar, but it's very much like Healy's Westside. I have been told there is another smoke-free bar with an atmosphere similar to that of Cheers, but no Norm or Cliff. This morning I explored the only Lutheran church in town. It's a beautiful building lined with bright stained glass windows and the Pastor, whose speech pattern reminded me of Forest Gump, gave a wonderful and inspirational sermon. There was no coffee hour though and I was left utterly confused by this fact. I still feel "off" 30 minutes later.
After church I took a quaint Sunday morning drive and discovered what I began to describe in the first paragraph: a place called Riverview Park. Perched above historic downtown it provides plenty of cool, shady places to sit, picnic, bike or hike and let the outside world fade away. It's part Forest Preserve (a clean and well cared for Forest Preserve), part mini National Park, part other wordly in its many shadows and hiding places and it's all absolutely wonderful. Riverview Park finally solidified the idea that Hannibal is a place I can grow to adore and perhaps even thrive in after some time. I cannot wait to explore more of the park on foot...if it ever stops raining. Oh wait, correction, now it's hailing.
More to come soon, including pictures!
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Roses are red, violets are blue, go green this v-day, it's easy to do
Thinking of getting flowers for your sweetheart or your friends for this Valentine's Day? If you choose to buy one online and ship it express to ensure it arrives by Monday, consider eco-friendly options, available through websites such as FDT, Organic Bouquet and Local Harvest.
Yet, shipping plants will require a great deal of excess packaging as well as the fuel and carbon emissions required to ship. If your Valentine is close to home, or at your home, try to buy a locally grown bouquet of flowers. The environment will adore you for it because since it’s locally grown, less fuel was needed and less carbon emitted in order to get the flowers to the store.
If you don’t want to spend money on store-bought flowers that won’t last very long, buy a plant instead. Bamboo, Bonsai or Orchids are easy to care for indoors and are available at many grocery stores around the country.
My favorite suggestion, though, is to buy a ceramic planting pot, a small bag of soil and a packet of plant seeds in order to actually grow your own plant on Valentine’s Day. This way you can grow almost any plant your loved one will enjoy and feel good about the low impact of your decision on the environment.
And what better way to profess your love and affection for others than to give them a beautiful living thing that’s going to be around for a while?
“Give a store bouquet and love will bloom for a week. Grow a plant together and love will bloom for years to come” -JD
Yet, shipping plants will require a great deal of excess packaging as well as the fuel and carbon emissions required to ship. If your Valentine is close to home, or at your home, try to buy a locally grown bouquet of flowers. The environment will adore you for it because since it’s locally grown, less fuel was needed and less carbon emitted in order to get the flowers to the store.
If you don’t want to spend money on store-bought flowers that won’t last very long, buy a plant instead. Bamboo, Bonsai or Orchids are easy to care for indoors and are available at many grocery stores around the country.
My favorite suggestion, though, is to buy a ceramic planting pot, a small bag of soil and a packet of plant seeds in order to actually grow your own plant on Valentine’s Day. This way you can grow almost any plant your loved one will enjoy and feel good about the low impact of your decision on the environment.
And what better way to profess your love and affection for others than to give them a beautiful living thing that’s going to be around for a while?
“Give a store bouquet and love will bloom for a week. Grow a plant together and love will bloom for years to come” -JD
Friday, February 4, 2011
Surf's Up
"I was drowning..."
I didn't realize just how low I really was this winter until my mom said, "You must be so frustrated." She said it out of love because I had just been rejected by another job, by not even having the opportunity to interview. And all of a sudden I teared up, realizing, yeah I was pretty frustrated with the whole process. I didn't even know how much I was affected by my emotions until her words sunk in a little more and I started to let up on that "I'm fine" resilient attitude for one night.
It's a bit like surfing, unemployment. Once the summer job at Yellowstone is over, I plunge back into the the big blue jobless sea. At first it's almost relaxing. Just hanging out, splashing in the water with your friends and taking in the scenery waiting patiently for the waves.
Then something happens that knocks you off your board out there in the water. Eh, you're experienced in this sort of thing. You can pull yourself right up. Only, a wave hits and you're pushed under the water.
Have you ever dived deep into the water and stayed under the water just a little too long to the point you weren't sure you were going to make it back to the surface in time? You panic as your chest tightens in your attempt to conserve air while you clamber for the surface. Eventually it's a bit like that - holding your breath until another job comes along.
A temporary job might come around during Christmas. It's not a great wave, but at least it's enough to catch a breath and get the surfboard moving. But with that short term job, you're always looking out for the next wave to come along and plunge you back into the sea of unknown.
What if you can't reach the surface again? Above you, you see all your friends grabbing good, even perfect waves and making it to the shore where the great party is but you're still struggling against the weight of the crashing waves. You're not even close to getting on your surfboard. Now it's starting to get dark.
Which way is up? The stars come out and you begin to reach for one desperately. It is bright, beautiful and perfect. It looks like it should be within your grasp. You're above the water now, breathing a little easier. You can see the shore and you start to feel you'll be at the party in no time. Then, in an instant the star explodes and dies. In your moment of shock you fail to notice the coming wave. You plunge back under the wave.
Didn't have time to take a big breath? Starting to worry now? Perhaps. It's scary feeling like the only one left out in the ocean.
But you've been out here long enough that you're starting to get used to it - the pressure, the uncertainty, the fear. Not knowing when and where your next breath will come from. You stare into the black water. Numbness sets in from the cold water. Anger and frustration as fierce as the ocean itself begins to surge in your soul. I mean, you've gotten all the gear "they" say you're supposed to have but you still can't make it to the shore. If you could just get up on the board you could show "them" how great you can be. You could be at the shore in no time.
The darkness lingers on. How much more can you hold your breath?
You know there are people on the shore who care and want to help. They just don't know how to from the shore. You almost become complacent about being stuck out there.
"The stupid stars, why did it have to die? Now it's even darker out here," you think to yourself. Eh, maybe you knew that was going to happen. You're certainly not surprised that it did.
Another wave hits. You sink deeper and your lungs burn. You loose track of just how far down you are. You feel something bump your leg. Now you panic.
"Oh Shit!" you think as your heart races in your chest. "Calm down! Calm down and conserve engery. You can't freak out now! That won't help you! Calm down!"
The something bumps your leg again.
You would scream from the bottom of your lungs if you could, but it won't do you any good now.
"I just want to reach the shore with all my friends! I don't want to be here anymore." You think.
Have you noticed yet how you're thrashing about in the water?
Bet with your hissy fit you haven't noticed the bright light shining in the distance?
A hand reaches for you and you reach back. Maybe it's a dream. Well, you have to take that chance anyway. Then you realize it's not just one hand, but a multitude of hands all working to pull you out of the water!
You open your eyes and through salt water blurred vision you first notice a beautiful amber color. You seem to be on a solid surface. Good. You feel the air fill your lungs as you breath deep. Relief. A dozen noises flood your ears. Looking up from the wood deck you see the faces of your friends and family smiling around you. They pick you up onto your feet and give you a warm towel and a cookie.
You feel as light as a feather without the weight of the ocean on your shoulders. You smile and genuinely laugh, long and hearty, for the first time in you can't remember when. Everyone on the boat smiles and joins in the laughing, happy to see you so happy.
It feels good to stand on the boat. Suddenly the shore is looking a little more within reach. But then you realize that the shore, as nice and warm and fun as it is supposed to be, wasn't nearly as important as the boat and all the passengers that would take you to it.
This past week and a half has been truly enjoyable. To all my family and friends, you've been able to pull me out of this "funk" - this apparently minor depression from this recession. From movies, games, philosophical discussion and memories of childhoods to pedicures, laughter, dark beer and simply getting the creative juices flowing...I am feeling genuinely good, fulfilled, again.
HAHA YAY!
Thank you.
"...and you saw me and pulled me from the water"
I didn't realize just how low I really was this winter until my mom said, "You must be so frustrated." She said it out of love because I had just been rejected by another job, by not even having the opportunity to interview. And all of a sudden I teared up, realizing, yeah I was pretty frustrated with the whole process. I didn't even know how much I was affected by my emotions until her words sunk in a little more and I started to let up on that "I'm fine" resilient attitude for one night.
It's a bit like surfing, unemployment. Once the summer job at Yellowstone is over, I plunge back into the the big blue jobless sea. At first it's almost relaxing. Just hanging out, splashing in the water with your friends and taking in the scenery waiting patiently for the waves.
Then something happens that knocks you off your board out there in the water. Eh, you're experienced in this sort of thing. You can pull yourself right up. Only, a wave hits and you're pushed under the water.
Have you ever dived deep into the water and stayed under the water just a little too long to the point you weren't sure you were going to make it back to the surface in time? You panic as your chest tightens in your attempt to conserve air while you clamber for the surface. Eventually it's a bit like that - holding your breath until another job comes along.
A temporary job might come around during Christmas. It's not a great wave, but at least it's enough to catch a breath and get the surfboard moving. But with that short term job, you're always looking out for the next wave to come along and plunge you back into the sea of unknown.
What if you can't reach the surface again? Above you, you see all your friends grabbing good, even perfect waves and making it to the shore where the great party is but you're still struggling against the weight of the crashing waves. You're not even close to getting on your surfboard. Now it's starting to get dark.
Which way is up? The stars come out and you begin to reach for one desperately. It is bright, beautiful and perfect. It looks like it should be within your grasp. You're above the water now, breathing a little easier. You can see the shore and you start to feel you'll be at the party in no time. Then, in an instant the star explodes and dies. In your moment of shock you fail to notice the coming wave. You plunge back under the wave.
Didn't have time to take a big breath? Starting to worry now? Perhaps. It's scary feeling like the only one left out in the ocean.
But you've been out here long enough that you're starting to get used to it - the pressure, the uncertainty, the fear. Not knowing when and where your next breath will come from. You stare into the black water. Numbness sets in from the cold water. Anger and frustration as fierce as the ocean itself begins to surge in your soul. I mean, you've gotten all the gear "they" say you're supposed to have but you still can't make it to the shore. If you could just get up on the board you could show "them" how great you can be. You could be at the shore in no time.
The darkness lingers on. How much more can you hold your breath?
You know there are people on the shore who care and want to help. They just don't know how to from the shore. You almost become complacent about being stuck out there.
"The stupid stars, why did it have to die? Now it's even darker out here," you think to yourself. Eh, maybe you knew that was going to happen. You're certainly not surprised that it did.
Another wave hits. You sink deeper and your lungs burn. You loose track of just how far down you are. You feel something bump your leg. Now you panic.
"Oh Shit!" you think as your heart races in your chest. "Calm down! Calm down and conserve engery. You can't freak out now! That won't help you! Calm down!"
The something bumps your leg again.
You would scream from the bottom of your lungs if you could, but it won't do you any good now.
"I just want to reach the shore with all my friends! I don't want to be here anymore." You think.
Have you noticed yet how you're thrashing about in the water?
Bet with your hissy fit you haven't noticed the bright light shining in the distance?
A hand reaches for you and you reach back. Maybe it's a dream. Well, you have to take that chance anyway. Then you realize it's not just one hand, but a multitude of hands all working to pull you out of the water!
You open your eyes and through salt water blurred vision you first notice a beautiful amber color. You seem to be on a solid surface. Good. You feel the air fill your lungs as you breath deep. Relief. A dozen noises flood your ears. Looking up from the wood deck you see the faces of your friends and family smiling around you. They pick you up onto your feet and give you a warm towel and a cookie.
You feel as light as a feather without the weight of the ocean on your shoulders. You smile and genuinely laugh, long and hearty, for the first time in you can't remember when. Everyone on the boat smiles and joins in the laughing, happy to see you so happy.
It feels good to stand on the boat. Suddenly the shore is looking a little more within reach. But then you realize that the shore, as nice and warm and fun as it is supposed to be, wasn't nearly as important as the boat and all the passengers that would take you to it.
This past week and a half has been truly enjoyable. To all my family and friends, you've been able to pull me out of this "funk" - this apparently minor depression from this recession. From movies, games, philosophical discussion and memories of childhoods to pedicures, laughter, dark beer and simply getting the creative juices flowing...I am feeling genuinely good, fulfilled, again.
HAHA YAY!
Thank you.
"...and you saw me and pulled me from the water"
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Winter Walk
Connecting with nature does not have to take a great deal of time and effort. I would recommend giving yourself more than five minutes. Although, if five minutes is all you have, then by all means use it for all the seconds you’ve got.
But even just a half hour or hour a week can make a big difference in dealing with the hustle and bustle of the everyday.
I hadn’t found myself outside in nature other than the routine walk with the dog since before Christmas. I was starting to get squirrely and easily frustrated - to the point of edgy. I’m sure that’s putting it nicely.
I missed being out IN the woods, fully surrounded and consumed by nature. So I decided Monday would be a good day to go back and visit.
Yet, I did have a time constraint. By the time I made it to the nature center and finished a conversation with a ranger I only had about 30 minutes to walk around in the snowy woods of the Cook County Forest Preserve.
So, how do you make it work? How can you quickly turn off the “outside” world in order to fully enjoy the small time you have in nature?
Well, do just that. Turn off the cell phone. I would take it with, just in case something does happen to you (rare but possible), but have it on silence. Leave all the unnecessary things in the car.
Then, it’s as simple and as difficult as walking. In the winter, it’s not hard to be captivated by the magic of falling snow. Usually that is enough to take my mind off of the worries of the world. I even found myself trying to catch snowflakes on my tongue. Haha!
If you find your mind wandering back to the cares and stresses of life (don’t ya hate that?), I have found that constantly switching my gaze or becoming totally transfixed on one thing does wonders to distract my mind for a good while.
That is when I found this beauty. She was just sitting there in the freezing water of the Des Plaines with snow covering her back as it continued to fall lightly all around her.
I snapped a few pictures and, never quite satisfied with just one picture, took a few more. I find I get the best pictures when I just calm down, focus in on the subject and breathe out before snapping the shutter closed. If I need to and I can, I’ll steady my camera by leaning on a rock or tree (when tripod not in tow). Conveniently enough there was a fence railing between me and the river.
I can’t really explain the powerful sensation of kneeling in the snow. Perhaps it’s something to do with the memories of a carefree childhood and spending hours having fun playing in the backyard. Maybe it has to do with the rejuvenating rush of some ancient ingrained survival instinct felt best with the cold shock of winter. Perhaps it is the feeling of being connected to something greater, the tangible untamable earth.
Whatever it was, I was now motionless in the snow, getting covered with a fine layer of more snow while taking shots of this goose. My winter coat is purple…I came out of the woods looking like a snowman. And it was truly enjoyable!
It only took a few minutes of my day, and a good winter coat, but I now have a great nearly professional quality photo and the sense of excited relaxation that can only come from the woods.
But even just a half hour or hour a week can make a big difference in dealing with the hustle and bustle of the everyday.
I hadn’t found myself outside in nature other than the routine walk with the dog since before Christmas. I was starting to get squirrely and easily frustrated - to the point of edgy. I’m sure that’s putting it nicely.
I missed being out IN the woods, fully surrounded and consumed by nature. So I decided Monday would be a good day to go back and visit.
Yet, I did have a time constraint. By the time I made it to the nature center and finished a conversation with a ranger I only had about 30 minutes to walk around in the snowy woods of the Cook County Forest Preserve.
So, how do you make it work? How can you quickly turn off the “outside” world in order to fully enjoy the small time you have in nature?
Well, do just that. Turn off the cell phone. I would take it with, just in case something does happen to you (rare but possible), but have it on silence. Leave all the unnecessary things in the car.
Then, it’s as simple and as difficult as walking. In the winter, it’s not hard to be captivated by the magic of falling snow. Usually that is enough to take my mind off of the worries of the world. I even found myself trying to catch snowflakes on my tongue. Haha!
If you find your mind wandering back to the cares and stresses of life (don’t ya hate that?), I have found that constantly switching my gaze or becoming totally transfixed on one thing does wonders to distract my mind for a good while.
That is when I found this beauty. She was just sitting there in the freezing water of the Des Plaines with snow covering her back as it continued to fall lightly all around her.
I snapped a few pictures and, never quite satisfied with just one picture, took a few more. I find I get the best pictures when I just calm down, focus in on the subject and breathe out before snapping the shutter closed. If I need to and I can, I’ll steady my camera by leaning on a rock or tree (when tripod not in tow). Conveniently enough there was a fence railing between me and the river.
I can’t really explain the powerful sensation of kneeling in the snow. Perhaps it’s something to do with the memories of a carefree childhood and spending hours having fun playing in the backyard. Maybe it has to do with the rejuvenating rush of some ancient ingrained survival instinct felt best with the cold shock of winter. Perhaps it is the feeling of being connected to something greater, the tangible untamable earth.
Whatever it was, I was now motionless in the snow, getting covered with a fine layer of more snow while taking shots of this goose. My winter coat is purple…I came out of the woods looking like a snowman. And it was truly enjoyable!
It only took a few minutes of my day, and a good winter coat, but I now have a great nearly professional quality photo and the sense of excited relaxation that can only come from the woods.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
The Yellowstone Complex
I hope everyone had a happy New Year!
I thought since I haven't written much in a while I would start back with something simple and lighthearted.
Lately I have been thinking of a peculiar thing called, "The Yellowstone Complex". It isn't an official disease (that I know of) but it is commonly used, at least among the Grant Rangers, to refer to a specific state of appearance and mannerisms.
Yellowstone is one of the most well known National Parks in the world and is visited by millions of visitors from around the world. As front line respresentatives of the park, the National Park Service and ultimately the United States of America, Interpretive Rangers to Yellowstone are held to high uniform standards.
If you want to have your district supervisor start taking notice of her own shoe polishing abilities, you'd better come to work prepared. Check yourself over two or three times before you leave your apartment. Check your appearance once more when you get into the office. Even more importantly - cover your partners back. If their button is unbottoned, tell them. If their hat isn't perfectly flat, we've been known to get on their case. If their pen is visible from their breast pocket, tell them. If their earring is crooked, yeah...we check that, too! (Love ya duder!)
You know that line in Men in Black when Will Smith says, "We make this look good"? That had better be what you're thinking when in uniform in Yellowstone! There is pride to be had in wearing a uniform that makes everyone turn their heads.
When you're in Yellowstone, you're at the top baby! First...and Finest!
Oh man, I miss it at times. Grant Interp looked badass and not just according to us. Other rangers and even visitors commented on how we presented ourselves. I will not expect any less of myself when I work in another Ranger capacity.
I thought since I haven't written much in a while I would start back with something simple and lighthearted.
Lately I have been thinking of a peculiar thing called, "The Yellowstone Complex". It isn't an official disease (that I know of) but it is commonly used, at least among the Grant Rangers, to refer to a specific state of appearance and mannerisms.
Yellowstone is one of the most well known National Parks in the world and is visited by millions of visitors from around the world. As front line respresentatives of the park, the National Park Service and ultimately the United States of America, Interpretive Rangers to Yellowstone are held to high uniform standards.
If you want to have your district supervisor start taking notice of her own shoe polishing abilities, you'd better come to work prepared. Check yourself over two or three times before you leave your apartment. Check your appearance once more when you get into the office. Even more importantly - cover your partners back. If their button is unbottoned, tell them. If their hat isn't perfectly flat, we've been known to get on their case. If their pen is visible from their breast pocket, tell them. If their earring is crooked, yeah...we check that, too! (Love ya duder!)
You know that line in Men in Black when Will Smith says, "We make this look good"? That had better be what you're thinking when in uniform in Yellowstone! There is pride to be had in wearing a uniform that makes everyone turn their heads.
When you're in Yellowstone, you're at the top baby! First...and Finest!
Oh man, I miss it at times. Grant Interp looked badass and not just according to us. Other rangers and even visitors commented on how we presented ourselves. I will not expect any less of myself when I work in another Ranger capacity.
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