31,806,720 inches to Dallas

I'm glad it's not that far to Dallas. Flight time wise, I'll only be in the air for about 4,500 seconds. I have some training that I have to do for Thursday in the Dallas area, and I'll end up leaving tomorrow afternoon so I can be there first thing Thursday morning! If all goes well, when training is over, I'll have a little less than an hour to catch my flight back home Thursday evening.

It's been a pretty decent start of the week. I'm looking forward to the weekend though. I'll have the kiddos again, and I'm getting anxious to go to E's next hockey game. I hope the weather cooperates, as I think right now those weather men are forecasting some storms.

Ohh yeah ... don't forget that mothers day is fast approaching!

A great weekend

No no no no!!! Another great weekend is coming to an end! D and I were kidless this weekend. Saturday we worked on the boat. Dad came over to help and we were able to get the main portion of the floor riveted on.

Saturday we took a ride across 58-Hwy all the way to Kingsville, MO, home of the great Stahl Foundry. It's one of the largest permanent mold aluminum foundries in the country.

We then went back through Harrisonville and we stopped by a cemetery that is of all placed, right off of 291 North, just about 1 mile north of Harrisonville. I've seen it there many times, but it's hard to see. If you blink you will miss it.

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And when I say it's right off the road, I'm mean it's right there! I'm surprised a car hasn't veered off the road plowing down the only two tombstones that stand!

Mr Harris and his wife are here. I figured he was the founder of Harrisonville or something, but after a quick Google, I found out he was appointed as town commissioner on April 8, 1837. That's all it says about him.

After picking up the kids, we ate, and then went to the Park. A and I walked the dogs, and D and J played catch and ball.

Hopefully the weather cooperates through next weekend. We have a road cleanup / trash pickup scheduled for next weekend. Our FIRST ONE!

The ol' road home...

Every day of the weekday starts with a rush. A 30 minute wakeup call right at 6 A.M. Not the typical per say. This wake-up call involves traveling 70-80 miles per hour down 71 and 435 HWY on the way to work! It's amazing to me just how many people are already traveling to work from South of Kansas City at 6 A.M in the morning. People are in such a RUSH! It raises my blood pressure just thinking about it. Many times, I find that when I arrive to work, my hands are literally stuck to the steering wheel due to anxiety and slight perspiration. This morning was one of those days and it's days like this where I find myself daydreaming about what it could be like!

The following picture is my ideal road I'd like to be traveling. It's a slight veer curve through the country hedge. Bumpy enough that you have to take it slower. Pretty enough that you can't but help to look. Quiet enough, you can't help but hear.... things like the robins, the frogs, and the wind. It's a getaway in its own sorts. This road doesn't lead to work, wal-mart, or sonic. Rather it leads to what we would conceive is our own place, our safety, our niche.

I don't know if it's because I'm getting older, bored, upset, jealous, or a combination thereof. I feel more and more that my time is ticking away while no one is watching the hands. Even the slightest of complacency would be a welcome feeling.

You see that ol' road up there? I used to walk that road daily, whether it was to school, or take a fishin' break at the ol' pond. It was back then, that feeling I look for now, was all around while I was totally ignorant of the fact. I stare at that picture now, and see the ghostly image of a younger man walking while dogs trail ahead and behind. Years have passed, I have changed, but the trail stays the same. It's something unique but familiar. It's amazing how the ol' road home never seems to change.