who's gonna drive you home...

As I entered Wilmington this morning and was passing the Corning plant I saw what I thought was a squirrel crossing the 6 lane highway. As I passed the animal I realized it was not a squirrel; it was a very small kitten. As soon as I could, I turned around and pulled over. The kitten was terrified and so very small. Somehow he had made it across all 6 lanes and was in the grass headed toward Corning. As I was corraling him against a chain link fence another person pulled over to help. Then a yard crew pulled over. We all worked together to get this little guy out of trouble. I was prepared to take him into the office but the man on the other side of the chain link fence decided to take him home. He said he was going to name him "Ally" for the alimony he would soon be paying after bringing that cat home to his wife. I told him not to worry - his wife would melt as soon as she saw the little blue-eyed calico. I hope it works out for them.

If life is a highway...

Over the past few weeks I've been getting used to my commute. Takes me about an hour and 20 to get to work. Most if it is a straight shot on I-40. On my way home last night the fuel light came on. I was probably about 30 minutes from home and there really is not much between here and there. I pull off on an exit with nothing listed on the food board, and only one "Pure" gas station listed on the fuel board. As I approach the off ramp the next sign says the gas station is 3 miles to the right. I drive and drive and see nothing. It is dark and I am starting to panic. No one wants to run out of gas alone, at night, in the middle of friggin nowhere. Finally about 10-15 miles later I end up in Mt. Olive. As I was pumping my gas I noticed the smell of pickles in the air. Mt. Olive, NC is THE Mt. Olive - Home of the pickle! Who knew?

http://www.mtolivepickles.com/

counting flowers on the wall

Our new home is located in a little subdivision nestled within very a rural area. I can see cows outside the family room window and hear mooing when I'm outside. I love it. The drive to and from the house in either direction is flanked by fields of tobacco, corn, soybean, and cotton. Things are quiet and people are kind. My brain can calm down here. Life is good.