Back in June I was kind enough to host Questor and Motoadventuregal as the travelled from Connecticut to Tennessee where they would start their journey on the Trans America Trail. I just recently received a post card from them thanking me for the accommodations. Here’s the entire post from Questor with photos detailing their entire journey.
Text message conversation today.
her: “Don’t you like mike doughty? He’s playing the free at noon at xpn here on fri”
me: “Im going to see him at harrisburg arts center next month with some friends”
her: “Sorry. Just thought you’d want to know.”
her: “Was just trying to be helpful. Sorry.”
her: “I’m sorry I mentioned anything. Geesh.”
her: “Why are you always so rude to me?”
me: “Not being rude. You’re just taking it the wrong way. Lighten up.”
her: “No, you’re always a jackass to me for no reason at all. I don’t have time to deal with this BS when all I do is try to be nice to you. Screw that.”
Good grief. Take your meds please. Maybe now that I blogged this crazy conversation you can call me a jackass. I can live with that.
The Newport and Shermans Valley Railroad once ran from the edge of the Juniata River to the small town of New Germantown at the west end of Perry County, Pennsylvania. Perry County is a rural county located north-west of Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. Even though it is relatively close to the state capitol, it is sheltered by mountains and rivers making getting in and out of the county somewhat difficult. There are only a few roads that cross into this county.
But about 100 years ago, the Newport and Shermans Valley Railroad provided commuter service as far west as Blain, Pennsylvania. After logging slowed down, the railroad came to and end. Now all that remains are a few of the original train stations and remnants of the concrete pillars where the tracks once crossed streams and ravines. Now that cars crowd the roads, especially during rush hour, travel in and out of this rural county can be a nightmare. I’m going to research and document the remnants of this rail system and show how if this was put back in place, it could offer the residents of Perry County an excellent way of public transportation.
Jorge Pinto Guedes, Editor-in-chief of the Portuguese photo magazine DP – Arte Fotográfica asked for my permission to publish this snowboard photo in their latest issue.
It’s rather flattering to have a magazine show up in the mail with my photo printed on an entire page by itself. And even more interesting that it’s in Portuguese!
Today I had my final follow-up visit with my doctor to discuss my injuries from my motorcycle accident and to see my cholesterol results from my most recent blood test. My cholesterol looks fine. That’s the extent of the good news. Now for the bad news. Well, my ribs are fine. Nothing broken or fractured, just bruised. BUT, my doctor noticed that I have a 4cm spot on my left lung. She said it’s probably nothing to worry about because it’s only 4cm, but I will need an additional cat scan within the next 6-12 months to make sure it does not grow. If it grows, it could be cancerous. That was totally NOT what I was expecting to hear today! I don’t smoke, but I do have asthma. So anything involved with breathing or my lungs I take very seriously.
On top of this, my uncle was buried today. Going to his viewing last night was emotional enough for me. Looking mortality straight in the eye has had my mind racing lately. I’ll admit, I’m scared.
On the other extreme, my cousin Jeremy is getting married at the Outer Banks this weekend. Some of the family is already down there and so could not attend the funeral today. His father was here for the funeral today and will fly down on Thursday for his son’s wedding.
There’s just too much going on lately that I find myself in a rut. Whether people notice it or not, I’m not sure. I like to be happy but I find I’m probably hiding a lot of emotions and thoughts and not letting them out. I don’t think I know how to vent these feelings.