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Auf wiedersehen, Dilbar!
The Germans seized the super luxury yacht of sanctioned Russian billionaire Alisher Usmanov. At 512 feet in length, the Dilbar is one of the world’s largest yachts, complete with a swimming pool, a 30,000kw diesel-electric power plant, two helicopter pads, a sauna, a beauty salon, and a gym.
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee enticed me from my warm bed.
It felt wonderful to enjoy a cup of hot coffee while sitting in front of the fire in my living room. It was still dark outside and so quiet.
A long leisurely morning was not in the cards as I had to leave early for the gym.
Driving there I noticed that my tire pressure readings were 32 per tire.
I know very little about tire pressure but I was nervous because 35 is the recommended tire pressure. I could just see me with a blow-out waiting for AAA on a really cold morning.
Also, I had planned a quick jaunt down the freeway later in the morning so this had to be resolved before I left home again.
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At the gym my trainer worked me very hard as she was leaving for Japan for a couple of weeks. This took my mind off the problem.
Back in the car, one tire pressure had risen to 33…some improvement. Still, this was not enough to risk driving on the freeway.
So, driving home from the gym, I stopped by the local Shell station. As the attendant filled my tank, I asked her if she could help me put pressure in my tires. A skill not in my repertoire!
Long story short, she was so gracious and helped me fill all of the tires. I learned how to use the machine…easy peasy! I was so grateful to her! I felt so empowered!
This was a little victory that had a big impact on my day. It was a joy to drive knowing that my tires were fully inflated!
~Photo from Pexels.com~ This is not me. I dressed in warm layers and sensible shoes on this cold day.
“At no other time does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the first sounds.
“Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost.”
“For me, it is a foretaste of all of my life of faith. Each year repeats itself, proclaiming more loudly than before,
“It is not over, it is just beginning. Wait ‘til next year and see how much more glorious it will be.”
~Rainer Maria Rilke
As you can see from my previous post “Herbsttag” I am still reading Rilke when I find time. Longing for the wonderful days of my youth when I could read at leisure!
This was the way to the only bathrooom for customers of the restaurant.
If you have been out and about in our pandemic world, you know that public bathrooms are hard to find.
It was creepy to be there.
I was aware of my vulnerability.
Yet, I felt as though I had no choice.
I was hyperalert.
I ran back to the exit and the safety of my car.
It was beautiful day.
People were out and about.
No one knew my panic from a few minutes earlier.
Blame the victim?
Some would say I put myself in a dangerous situation.
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
A few days later on a trip to Seattle, I saw this sign on the door in my hotel room.
I felt compassion for people who have to enter hotel rooms alone on a daily basis.
My world felt a little darker.
Maybe we all need panic buttons.
~Photo Lori Greer in Portland~
*An exclamation from the play Richard the Third, by William Shakespeare; the king cries out, “A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!” after his horse is killed in battle, leaving him at the mercy of his enemies. http://www.dictionary.com
Lori Greer in Portland 