Snow Gods

The people with low survival instinct will soon be headed to our area in droves.  They come to pay homage to the snow god.  They will glide up and down on the ground in the hopes the god will notice them and that they will take a part of it with them when they leave.  Some of them will leave parts of themselves on the snow god. 

They will forget their chains, or never have tested the ones they purchased to see if they fit. They will drive way too fast for their driving abilities and the conditions and they will spin and crash and get stuck. They will travel roads they have never been on and not think twice of how much gas they have remaining in their vehicles.   All this makes for great entertainment up here.  We don’t need movie theatres for drama, we have it live. 

Practicing

My John Muir Trail challenge is not determination, got plenty of that.  It won’t be altitude sickness, never had that, maybe because I was born in Switzerland, lived in the Rockies, Alaska and now at altitude in the Sierra Nevada range.  My challenge is going to be health.   I’ve been battling and unknown illness for the last year.  Sometimes I feel like a patient on the network show House.   I have days that I can’t walk a straight line if my life depended on it and that’s before any alcohol.  I wobble, have memory issues, tingle, and have severe itches on one arm.  I feel like my upper torso is being compressed.  Then there are the days when most of these symptoms are non-existent, they are few and far between but they do occur.  One would think this would be easy to diagnose but it’s been a year of nearly weekly Dr. visits and specialists and lots of positive and false positive tests and still nothing concrete.  I have accepted that Doctors really do have a license to “practice” that’s truly what it is.  I’m practicing too, practicing keeping a good attitude, practicing adapting to a debilitating illness and practicing keeping most of this hidden from my coworkers.  So far so good.