Perpetual Ruminations

Blizzard

Monday -- started Sunday.

I already entered for today, Sunday, but wanted to make a second entry as a start for tomorrows. I should have time on Monday, but I just don't know. I will be up around 2:00 or a little after. Yes in the morning. I will have to bundle up and drive, the best I can, into town to be there for opening in the morning. I doubt I will get much for sleep, maybe nap for an hour or so, but then again, perhaps not.

The opening guard lives about forty miles away, and the highway he drives is bad when the weather is. I live about twenty-five, and will have much the same for driving conditions. However, there is sound reasoning besides the difference in distance. I am the supervisor, and I can not in good conscience have someone put their life in great danger to get to work. I feel that I should not expect from my crew more than I would be willing to do myself. In fact, sometimes it is better to expect a bit less, they have less responsibility, less should be expected, then.

Also, he is pretty new at driving in winter conditions, I have lived in this climate most of my life. Besides that, if he does not make it, I will have to go in anyway. Why then should I put two out there if I can somehow make it only one. I have two guards that live in town, they have blocks to go, a half mile at most. I already know one cannot make it, she never can. The other could get a ride but would have needed to know hours ago to set this up. So who then? Me.

If the blizzard stops when it's suppose to, I should be home by lunch time and will have one of the others go in for my scheduled shift. If it does not, well I will be there till it stops or till someone can make it in. That is why I write this now -- just in case.

Here I am, it's almost seven in the evening and I'm plum wore out. I left this morning for work at two-thirty. I knew if I didn't leave then, It would be almost impossible to get out until after the plow went by. It worked out fine, too. It was windy, but warm out, about thirty degrees.

The wind had not yet shifted around, nor had it picked up in intensity. Even so, an hour or better to get to work. It was a little better coming home, but just a little. Now, I'm home, snug and relaxed, and about falling asleep. I'll write more, tomorrow.

"Reading soothes the soul, writing sets it free."