Crossroads

Crossroads is a song written by legendary bluesman Robert Johnson. I was made aware of the song by the '60s band Cream. The group that made Eric Clapton a superstar. That has nothing to do with what I will write about except that Clapton was a big influence on me personally guitar-wise. I have recently been transferred to a location that has a very affluent clientele. I don't have a problem with that. I been there before. I have dealt with clientele at both ends of the economic scale. Not to mention the middle. If you drew a line from my house to where I work now it's about 12 miles. Around here there are few straight lines. There are many ways to get there. None of them easy. Time-wise they are all about the same. Mileage-wise there's a difference. In complete confession I admit taking the longest route, only because it's simple in execution. I have no appetite for driving through town every day a various times. This has fueled my thinking of retirement. I don't like working here. It's not the customer. I do find it amusing that  some people get all dressed up with minks and jewelry to food shop, but I really haven't had a problem with them.

Many things have changed in the last few weeks and I feel I may be "standin' at the crossroads". The company has been in full panic mode for many reasons and I don't think I want to deal with it anymore. There's more to life than corporate lunacy.

I could mention the weather. I was off today and I didn't go anywhere. We had a rainstorm this afternoon. Complete with thunder and lightning. Normally I don't get bent out of shape over the weather. I accept the fact that where I live, we are prone to getting snow in the winter but I do have cabin fever. I want to go someplace, preferably outdoors. Maybe Sunday, if the weather cooperates, because it's back to the deep freeze next week.

Last Sunday I went to the lakes to see if there were any photo opportunities. Nothing special. The snow had fallen the day before.

     The was lots of snow about and very limited access to the shore or any of the grounds.

Then there is the Amelia Earhart Dam at the other end of the upper lake. That's it, left of center, left of the tree with the white snow stripe, in the distance.

Then there were the porch photo's. Beth said they looked Christmassy. Well I had one for a header photo around Christmas.

 

We had snow 5 out of the 7 days last week and this week. 

Here's Arlene's house. She lives on the third floor.

There's where I live. Where you see that light on the first floor is where I sit typing this.

And finally a shot up the street.

Not an exciting blog I grant you but a blog non the less. It's getting late and I have a load of laundry to gather and put away, then it's night night.

I'm outta here. Ooh the waters cold!