Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.


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Three Day Quote Challenge

Rules mama?  There are rules?

Rules mama? There are rules?

Carol challenged me to post quotes on three days. As usual in these types of challenges I’m supposed to nominate 3 people to carry the challenge forward. That’s the hardest part for me.

Finding a quote is actually quite interesting. I’ve always admired those whose blog starts each time with a relevant quote. I’ve wondered where they find such appropriate quotes. Now I need to find a few myself.

What type of quote should I look for? Inspirational? Humorous? Pointed? I guess we’ll see how this all falls out.

So here is the Day 1 quote:

“If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun.” – Katharine Hepburn

I’ve always liked Katharine Hepburn, and now I know why. She’s right. I spent a good part of my life following all the rules. Mostly that was fine. But these days, lucky in retirement, I have begun to realize that not all rules are meant to be followed.

So the first rule I’m breaking is the nominating part of this challenge. If you, like me, would like to explore sources of inspirational, humorous, or pointed quotes…then share a few with us in the next few days.

I look forward to them all!


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Cee’s black & white photo challenge: Walkways, hallways, elevators

A photo from our recent DC trip seems to fit Cee’s challenge. While we were there we walked in a lot of hallways. Many of them were highly polished with white marble floors and walls. But the hallways I found most interesting were those below the Senate buildings, those with the exposed pipes, original brick walls and polished concrete floors. The hallways not meant to impress.

Below the Senate.

Below the Senate.


These kinds of details make for an interesting black and white image. Thanks Cee for challenging us to explore aspects of photography we don’t use every day!


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We’ve been junco’d

There are these little birds that show up around here when winter is upon us. They’re cute, but I’m never happy to see them.

Hello hello!  I'm HERE!

Hello hello! I’m HERE!

I’m always sad when they show up because they are definitive proof that summer is gone and that we’re facing the long dark months of winter. Yesterday the juncos arrived.

Right here under your nose!

Right here under your nose!

I’m just not ready.

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I’m impatient

Katie here.

Psst!  Listen up!

Psst! Listen up!


You know, I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again. My parents need to stay home and pay attention to me. Sometimes I don’t even know why I put up with them, other than they give me supper. Which I guess is a pretty good reason to stick around. But frankly I think I deserve a lot more attention, and since they’ve been home from Washington DC I’ve been making my point.

Loudly. And often.

They are busy all the time and I just want to play. Mama and Dad keep asking each other if they brought the wrong sheltie home from camp, cause I’m a lot more vocal than I used to be. Well. That’s because they are ignoring me! What’s a princess to do?

Good catch!

Good catch!

So I tell them off regularly, and then when they tell me to go lie down I bring them a toy. Yesterday my dad threw my pink elephant for me a lot until I put it over on the other side of the room. I get to decide when it’s time to stop playing, not them. Right? You all have the same kind of rules don’t you?

Got it!

Got it!

I even got my mama to get out my tunnel yesterday and I sort of played “PIGGY IN THE TUNNEL!” with her. But not really. I’d either bring her the piggy but run outside the tunnel, or run through it and not bring the piggy out. She tried to play the game with my cow, and my lambie, my elfie, my pinkie, and my squirrel, but she should know you can’t play “PIGGY IN THE TUNNEL!” with anything except a piggy! Geeze mama!

Sometimes you embarrass me.

Anyway, my mama says that I am at least sleeping until a little later in the morning some of the time. She is not sure how that ‘fall back’ thing with the clock is going to work out this weekend though. She’s pretty sure shelties do not ‘fall back.’

Get it!

Get it!


I think I have almost gotten my folks back into sheltie-shape now. They’ve been home a week and they are talking about maybe taking me to the park if the wind dies down and the sun comes out. My mama is a wimp. She says she already doesn’t like winter. Yesterday it was only 42F (5.55C) and very windy so we came back inside very fast whenever I made them take me out.

Which I did regularly because I was bored.

Mine!

Mine!

A sheltie-girl has to do what she has to do….right? If they caught on faster that I need a lot of attention I wouldn’t have to parade them out in the cold so often. I think it’s pretty obvious, but I guess they are a little slow. Meanwhile, now that I’ve got them up and about I probably need to go catch a nap so that I’m ready for them when they think they’re going to sit down and read.

After all, I’m an anti-reading dog, and I’m always on duty.

Happy girl.

Happy girl.


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WordPress Photo Challenge: Careful

Sticking with a trend here, when I saw this week’s photo challenge I knew what I had to show you.

Be careful.

Be careful.

In the eleven years that I’ve worked with the Truck Safety Coalition I’ve learned a lot about big trucks. But perhaps the most important thing I’ve learned is that as a driver in a passenger car we all need to stay vigilant. Put your phones away. Stay focused.

Don’t do stupid things like cut in front of trucks, pass on the right side of trucks, or take very long to pass them on the left. Don’t tailgate them, they can’t see you back there, and you can’t see ahead. Stay as far away from big trucks as you can. And try not to be the last car in a line of cars stopped in traffic.

My message this week is the same as it is every single day.

Be careful around big trucks.

Dangerous things.

Dangerous things.


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Walktober

Sunday afternoon stroll.

Sunday afternoon stroll.


Robin over at breezes at dawn challenges us each October to take a walk and then share it with all of you. Here it is October 25 and I haven’t shared a walk with anyone yet. It’s not that I haven’t been walking; certainly we walked a gazillion miles on our Canadian trip and another gazillion in DC last week. I just didn’t do all that with Walktober in mind.

So this morning I headed out into the October sunlight and visited one of my favorite places – the place where I always find something beautiful to photograph – Kensington Metro Park. My plan was to head out on the nature trails and see what I could see, but I was sucked into the incredible beauty along the bike path that circles the main lake so I stopped and walked there for awhile.

Right next to the parking lot was a family of sandhill cranes. Mama and Papa are on the left, this year’s child is on the right. They seemed unaffected by all the people snapping their photo. I think they will be on their way south very soon.

Family of three.

Family of three.

I love fall colors reflected in water and I wasn’t disappointed today. This shot was actually the reason I pulled over and parked earlier than I had planned. It’s a little bay area, with picnic tables under big oak trees.

I've had a picnic lunch out on this little spit of land in warmer days.

I’ve had a picnic lunch out on this little spit of land in warmer days.

I used to run on the bike path every weekend, around the beautiful lake. As I walked today I was remembering other times, running with friends, running alone, things I’ve seen on these hills and curves from many years of visiting this beautiful park.

Willow and water.

Willow and water.

Along the path I came across some bittersweet. I know it’s invasive, but it’s something my mom used to like to decorate with in fall and I don’t see it very often these days. As the weather cools the orange berries split and fold back, showing a yellowish center. Mom used to dry it and tuck it along the fireplace mantle. I always think of her when I find a bit of it on my wanderings.

Orange berry memories.

Orange berry memories.

I headed over to the nature trails to see what I might find. The sun was warm on my face and I was enjoyed being in the woods listening to the birds, watching chickadees and nuthatches flit about.

Nuthatch stops for a fleeting moment to say hi.

Nuthatch stops for a fleeting moment to say hi.

There were lots and lots of chipmunks running around in the dry leaves. They always sound so much bigger scrambling around under those leaves than they really are. I stopped and watched three of them chase each other around.

If I stay still you can't see me.  Right?

If I stay still you can’t see me. Right?

The nature trail led through the woods and then opened up into a pretty little meadow with a couple of surprise maple trees still in full color.

A surprise punch of color.

A surprise punch of color.

I’m always happy when I see a bit of color that stands out.

Most of the maples are done, and now it's the oak trees' time to shine.

Most of the maples are done, and now it’s the oak trees’ time to shine.

This park has an amazing array of wildlife habitats, you can walk in rolling hills or around the lake or near wetlands. Everywhere you look there is something beautiful. No matter what time of year you visit.

More cranes out in the marsh.

More cranes out in the marsh.

New vignettes will catch your eye each time you walk through the park. It’s best to always have your camera handy.

Two trees.

Two trees.

This was the perfect place to visit after our busy week in Washington DC. I am grateful to Robin for suggesting Walktober. Just like last year I’m thinking I need to do a Walkovember next month.

A good spot for contemplation.

A good spot for contemplation.


Care to join me?

Last of the maple color.

Last of the maple color.


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Sorrow to Strength update

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We’re home again, after spending several days in Washington DC. We spent the time with other families that have suffered loss and injury in crashes with big trucks. The conference we attended is called Sorrow to Strength because, though many of us come to the weekend drowning in sorrow, we almost always leave feeling stronger, energized, even hopeful.

This year the issues were many; longer trucks, heavier trucks, teenage drivers, the minimum insurance that truck companies must carry, the fact that they want to hide crash data from the public, the rollback of mandated sleep breaks for drivers. Each of these issues is complicated; it’s a fine line to balance the safety of all of us with the need for commerce in this country.

Most of these issues are part of both the House and the Senate Transportation Bills. The Senate bill has already passed and contains many anti-truck safety provisions. The House bill was in committee this week and will be on the floor the House for a general vote very soon. We were successful in getting some anti-truck safety amendments removed from the bill, but we expect they will be introduced on the House floor during debate.

FedEx, UPS and a few other truck companies are fighting to put double 33 foot trailers on our roads in all states. Currently 39 states limit double trailers to 28 feet. In the bill being voted on are amendments that would make it federal law to allow double 33s across the country regardless of state law. Double 33 foot trailers are harder to drive, the back trailer doesn’t track around corners, meaning it will ride up over curbs if the driver isn’t careful, and take longer to stop. Drivers don’t want to drive them. Many large truck companies don’t want to have to purchase new trailers. The 33 foot trailers don’t fit on current container ships or railway cars. They will cause more damage to our roads and bridges. It seems that a few companies with a lot of money want these trailers, and expect the rest of us to just let it happen.

Welcoming everyone to the conference.

Welcoming everyone to the conference.

There was a press conference on Wednesday with a double 33 foot trailer, I put the photo of it in my header above. Think about it…would you want to pass this truck on a dark highway in your home state? Would you want it coming up behind you? No Senator or Representative we visited thought these were a good idea, yet there it is in the bill.

Every truck company has to have liability insurance. The minimum level of $750,000 was set in 1980 and it has never been increased. Most companies carry at least $1M, but in a crash where there are injuries even $1 million won’t be enough to cover hospital expenses. The liability insurance is paid out per incident. So if there is more than one person injured or killed, the insurance has to be split up among the victims. Think about that. Suppose two or three or more families have been injured or killed. The company writes a check, it gets split up by a judge, and the company walks away. Sure you can sue them in civil court, but small truck companies don’t have much in the way of assets, they file bankruptcy and open up the next day under another name. The families are left to pay the bills on their own. They often have to file bankruptcy too, and eventually tax payers pick up the tab in the form of disability and other kids of state or federal aid.

In the Transportation Bill are more hurdles for the DOT (Department of Transportation) to even study the need for an increase in mandatory liability insurance. They say they need to do a cost/benefit study on this issue; they want to study how much would it costs to mandate more insurance coverage v.s. what the benefit would be. Really. Even if the limit was increased to the cover the cost of living minimum insurance requirements would be over $2M. And that still wouldn’t cover the medical costs of someone injured by a big truck.

Senator Feinstein says NO to double 33 foot trailers.

Senator Feinstein says NO to double 33 foot trailers.

And let’s talk about teenage drivers. I know this is very controversial. Some states allow people 18-21 to drive an 18 wheeler within their state lines. The House and Senate bills have different versions of this issue, but in effect they’d like to do a pilot study to allow teenage drivers to cross state lines. At first this sounds innocent enough, if a teenage driver can drive anywhere in his/her own state, what’s 100 miles across state lines? But we know that pilot studies never stop and they never go away, they just expand. And what was once 100 miles across a few state lines will shortly become permission to drive across the country at the wheel of a truck weighing at least 80,000 pounds.

Teen drivers are less likely to stand up to truck owners demanding that they drive more hours than are safe, that they bend rules, that they drive trucks in poor repair. Many large truck companies say they won’t hire teenagers to drive, they understand that teen drivers have a higher crash rate than the general population. Rental car companies often won’t rent to a driver under the age of 25 because of the liability. Why would we want teenagers driving big trucks? It’s a deadly combination and something we’d like to stop now. I understand young people needing to make a living. But they don’t have enough driving experience to handle an emergency effectively. And an emergency in a big rig is a big emergency, one that can kill drivers as well as other people sharing the road.

There are several other issues that we talked about in meetings with the DOT and other regulators, as well as Senate and House members and their staff. Telling our stories, asking for safety to be made a priority made us all feel stronger. Every family at the conference wanted to make a difference. They didn’t want another family to go through the heartache that they’ve been through. And after spending three days on the Hill we feel like our voices were heard.

Safety can not be partisan. It just can’t. Trucks kill nearly 4000 people every year. They injure another 100,000 annually. They irreparably damage Democrat and Republican families, people of every religion, every nationality. This is one issue that should be first on the minds of everyone regardless of beliefs.

I’ll keep you updated as the bills move through Congress. We are at the edge of a very large cliff, and some truck companies seem willing to nudge us over that edge. You can help by calling your House of Representative member (they will be voting soon!) and telling their office that you do not want the Reauthoriation Bill to contain any anti-safety truck provisions.

Meanwhile, stay vigilant when you’re driving. And stay as far away from big trucks as you can. Your life may depend on it.
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WordPress photo challenge: (Extra)ordinary

Here it is Thursday night. Tomorrow a new photo challenge will arrive. Time to get back in gear! Since I was in Washington DC this week and since I love the metro system there so much I will use it as an example of something ordinary that is extraordinary.

I love that you can see the people inside.

I love that you can see the people inside on this shot.

Everybody on the trains has a story, and most of them are interesting. Everyone I talked to while riding to and from meetings was engaging; they were all people I enjoyed talking to. There wasn’t a rude one in the bunch. In fact the metro was indicative of the way people were all over DC.

Red pants on escalator.

Red pants on escalator.

Even later at night, when there were fewer people around I found the stations underground to be beautiful. What the natives see as ordinary I found simply extraordinary.

You can go to the original post, up in the link above, and see what other ordinary things people found extraordinary.

Feet were made for walking.

Feet were made for walking.


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Tales of the subway

Metro

Metro


My husband and I went to a lot of meetings today, talked to lots of people, even met a Senator when we gave him an award. And I’ll tell you about all that soon. But for now let me tell you about a few conversations we had today on the metro, DC’s subway system.

First, let me say I love the metro. Living in Michigan we don’t have anything like it. So for us it’s a treat to ride mass transit, figure out the map, people watch, even get lost and laugh about it. We feel so urban chic…like we’re city people, like we belong in the hustle that is DC. Though I think the natives can tell we don’t.

This morning the four of us, husband and me, my sister Beth and my brother Paul, were heading up to Capitol Hill for meetings with legislators. My sister was leaving town after her 11:00 meeting, and she was going to have to get back from the Hill, stop at the hotel to pick up her luggage, and then navigate the metro back out to the airport, all on her own. So as we’re heading down the long long escalator to the Roslyn metro platform all three of us are trying to explain to her which subway line she needs to take from the Hill back to the hotel and from the hotel out to the airport. She is getting confused and frustrated and ticked off.

We get on the train heading to our meetings and we’re still intensely discussing it. A woman sits quietly behind us reading something on her phone. We are arguing loudly now about which way she is supposed to go to get to the airport. The train stops and lets people off, people get on, and the train moves again. My brother notes that the station we are now leaving is the same station we’d go to if we were going to the Truck Safety Coalition office.

Which is in the opposite direction from Capitol Hill.

We are heading away from our meetings! The three of us, who have been confidently telling her to follow our directions, start laughing hysterically. Beth is even more confused. Then she starts laughing too, and the lady sitting quietly, not looking at us, begins to smile. By the time we get off at the next stop, the lady is grinning. We cross over the bridge above the tracks to the other side and head back to town. I’m pretty sure we made that lady’s day.

We told Beth to take a cab to the airport.

Once we were headed back in the right direction we boarded a crowded train, and stood for a stop or two. A very nice older gentleman offered my sister his seat, and she declined. He noticed that she was wearing a button with a picture of my dad on it and the man asked if dad was running for office. Beth said no, that he had died in a truck crash, and she was in DC to work on making trucks safer. The man got very sad and said he was sorry. He asked more questions and we explained more. Turned out he was an electrical engineer for the Federal Aviation Administration. Safety, he said, was very important. He wished us well in our project and said he was glad we were going to speak to members of Congress. Just before his stop he stood up, waiting by the door. My sister asked him to promise to be safe, and he said he promised. Then she hugged him and he hugged her back while I teared up over the compassion of a stranger.

Train pulls in.

Train pulls in.

Coming back from the Hill tonight I noticed a young man having trouble getting his card to let him enter the platform area. He was trying to use it on an entrance that was closed, so I explained how it worked and helped him get through the gate. Later, down on the platform I saw him trying to read a tiny metro map in the dim light, so I asked him where he was going. Turns out it was just a couple stops from where we were going, so I told him to stick with us. (But I didn’t tell him about us going in the wrong direction that morning!)

During our ride the three of us talked. He asked if we were local, we said no. He asked about the badges we were wearing that said “NO larger trucks!” and we explained why we were there, telling him about dad and our work with the Truck Safety Coalition. He was from Sweden, just visiting, and had spent the day in the Capitol gallery watching the House and Senate discuss and debate. He said he had been interested in American politics since he was a boy, and he was very excited that we had just come from seeing Senator Durbin. I was very interested that he had even heard of Senator Durbin! I ended up giving him my Truck Safety business card, and he wished us well and told us we were doing important work as he stepped off the train.

It’s so heartwarming when complete strangers take the time to talk about the thing we are so impassioned about. When they genuinely wish us well. When they thank us for doing the work. I wish we could have that one on one conversation with every American. Maybe then we’d get them all to join us to demand safer roads from those working on the Hill.

Wouldn’t that be something.

Long way up.

Long way up.