Change Is Hard

…but change is certain.


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Reflections on truck safety

Fall reflections

Fall reflections

I’ve been thinking about an injured family a lot lately.  And as our government grinds to a halt and people express their frustration with the gridlock which is Washington I recognize their frustrations in my own ongoing feelings about the slowness of change toward truck safety.  I know, I know…you don’t see the connection.  Let me try to illuminate.

As many of you know last May my family and I met in DC with other families who have been irreparably injured by large trucks.  Families who have had members lost, injured, families whose lives are altered forever.   The first day of our conference, Saturday, May 4, we told our stories, cried, welcomed with heavy hearts the new families, and talked strategy to make change.

That same day a mother and her three children were traveling on a road in Georgia.  Their car was hit by a truck, spun, and was pushed under the rear of a semi.   Her daughters, AnnaLeah, 17 and Mary, 13 were killed.    While we were sitting in a DOT boardroom hearing department after department tell us that they were studying a problem, contemplating a rule, considering change this mother was planning her daughters’ funerals.  While we were arguing that stronger wider rear guards should be mandated on commercial vehicles two more beautiful children died.  Beautiful people are dying every day.  And our government continues to study.  To discuss.  To consider.

Thoughts ripple

Thoughts ripple

So as I watch the government fight among itself I think the shutdown is a bigger reflection on our own fights for truck safety.  If you were to ask most Americans they would side with safety.  But the opinions of most Americans are not heard because we don’t have the dollars or the influence that the trucking industry has.  Even in the article I linked to this post  the truckers  are quoted saying the problem is with those of us in cars.  We need to pay better attention they say.  We need to drive more responsibly they say.  That’s all true.  But this mother was hit by someone else, and was spun into the semi.  A stronger wider rear guard could have saved her children.  Why can’t we do this thing that would save lives.  Why can’t we get even small changes mandated for the safety of us all.

Expanding

Expanding changes

I get discouraged.  And all the news coverage over the current government shutdown just brings home the sense of hopelessness about getting anything positive done in Washington.  I get so discouraged.

But then last week as I was sorting through photos from our trip to DC I suddenly  came across a photo of the framed collage full of faces of our lost family members that hangs in a DOT elevator lobby.  There was Dad.  Like a slap across the face I remembered why I can’t be discouraged.  Because these people, and all the people that have been killed or injured since, have no voice but ours.  AnnaLeah and Mary have no voice but their mother’s…and now ours.  Their family is now part of our family.  They are our children.

We just can’t afford to let the incompetence in DC discourage us.  We can not give up.  No matter what.  You never know when you throw a pebble into a pond just how far the ripples will go.  Change is like that too.  Sometime, somewhere, somehow we will get safety mandated.   We just have to keep throwing those pebbles into the pond.

Marianne Karth, AnnaLeah and Mary’s mother, has a facebook page celebrating her daughters’ lives.  Put  faces on the numbers I so often quote…go visit her page.  Please support her now at the beginning of her new reality.

I’ll keep tossing those pebbles.

Tree of life

Tree of life


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Adventuring we go

Pretty picnic area

Pretty picnic area

Katie made me feel guilty enough to make sure she got to go on an adventure this weekend.  Knowing that it was going to rain most of Sunday Katie and I headed over to a park late Saturday.  We were introduced to this park by Katie’s doggie friend Peep last spring and it’s taken us all this time to visit it again.  Because we went on the spur of the moment we couldn’t coordinate with Peep this time but we’re pretty sure we’ll be able to get together again this fall.

Katie and Peep

Katie and Peep

This park has a lot of trails through the woods and I figured I’d find a trail head and we’d just walk for a bit.  The first place I parked turned out to be the parking lot for disc golf so it was a bit too busy for us, but the picnic area was pretty.  The second place we stopped was also a picnic area, but it was empty and had a trail leading back into the woods.  So we were off!

Exploring

Exploring

It was a lovely afternoon; no bugs and lots of sunshine.

A walk in the woods

A walk in the woods

There are a couple lakes at the park too, and we walked down through a boat launch to explore a fishing dock.  It moved and squeaked a bit as we walked on it making Katie jump at first.  But after she figured out there wasn’t anything scary there she was happy enough to be near the water.

Fishing dock

Fishing dock

Mostly though we walked on the paths through the woods and enjoyed being out in nature.  Lots of squirrels chattering and chipmunks squeaking, but Katie was very good when we did a little recall.

Recall!

Recall!

She loves doing recall when we’re at a park.  But I only do it once, and only if she is focused on me.  She didn’t let a little chipmunk distract her.  She’s a very good girl.

And she wants to know what we’re doing next weekend.  I don’t know little one…but I’m sure it will be fun!

Riding home

Riding home


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Photo challenge – saturated.

This week the photo challenge from WordPress is to provide a photo that represented the concept of saturation.  The post was talking about saturated color so here’s just a tiny piece of the color in my yard at this time of the year.  The garden is trying so hard to be spectacular, as if it knows frost could arrive at any moment.

buzzzzzzz....

buzzzzzzz….

Of course before I read the complete instructions I was thinking more along these lines:

Saturated!

Saturated!

I guess the flower is prettier.  But don’t tell Katie that, she gets her feelings hurt easily.  Don’t you know.

Light

Light


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I’m being ignored!

Hi guys!  I've missed you!

Hi guys! I’ve missed you!

Katie here.  Have you noticed that I have not been featured on this blog for days and days?  Months maybe?  Well.  I’ve noticed it too, and let me tell you I’ve been telling my Mama off.  After all,  what in the world is more important than me?  Right.  NOTHING!  That’s what I’ve been telling her too.  Even Dad noticed that she hasn’t written about me!

Tonight when she finally got home from work she said we’d go on an adventure.  Yea.  Right.  She says that all the time and then do you know what happens?  Absolutely n.o.t.h.i.n.g.   So when she got my leash down I was all excited.  And you know where we went?

Big purple flower.  Yawn.

Big purple flower. Yawn.

We went on a walk around the yard.

Little purple flower.  Double yawn.

Little purple flower. Double yawn.

Yea.  Exciting isn’t it.  My own darn yard.   And she made me pose next to flowers and stuff.  This did not feel like an adventure at all.  I have been gypped once again.

So I stole a tomato out of the garden.

Yum!

Yum!

Cause I deserve it.

I want a real adventure!

I want a real adventure!


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Weekly photo challenge: From Lines to Patterns

Last Friday the latest WordPress photo challenge was issued.  I was immediately intrigued.  I had some ideas, but no time this week to execute them.  Now here it is Wednesday night and the Friday deadline is looming.

I was thinking about one particular photo I had in my archives from our trip to Washington DC last may.  As I searched for it I realized there were a lot of shots from that great city that spoke to lines and patterns.

So I followed the instructions from WordPress to create a tile filled with multiple photos.  If you know me you know how hard that technical stuff is.  So I’m thrilled to show you a photo collage of lines and patterns in Washington DC!

From top left first row:  Ceiling of Jefferson Monument; Arches inside the National Cathedral, apartment buildings.  Second row from left:  Roswell metro station; stairway in Senate building.  Third row from left:  Treasury building at night; Arlington office building reflections from our hotel room.

This was fun.  I still might head out sometime looking for more rural lines and patterns.  Or head into Detroit to see what’s there.  You’ll be the first to see whatever I come up with.  Sooner or later.


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Music in the house

Saturday was the opening night of the 85th season for the Ann Arbor Symphony.  There is something special about standing in  a full house and singing the National Anthem, being supported by a full symphony orchestra, that made me realize how lucky we all were.  Lucky to be in a beautiful place, lucky to be listening to such a fine orchestra, lucky to have family and friends to share it all with.

Warming up

Warming up

This season will be all about contrasts, writes Maestro Arie Lipsky in the program.   Opening night proved he was serious as we listened to Overture to Candide by Leonard Bernstein, with it’s full and lush orchestration  bouncing between classic and crazy, to full on crazy with Commedia for (almost) 18th century orchestra by William Bolco,  and back to sweet traditional sounds in the “Unfinished” Symphony No 8 in B Minor by Franz Schubert.  And that was just the first half.

After intermission we were immersed in Igor Stravinsky’s The Rite of Spring, a pounding, intense and relentless dance telling the story of a pagan rite; sacrificing a young girl who dances herself to death in order to placate the god of spring.   The music is difficult, to play as well as to hear, yet it is also impossible not to be drawn in, not to hold your breath, not to let it sink into your being.

As I listened I thought about all the wonderful music that has been heard and absorbed in this place.  And I wondered whether hints of all the music that has come before has somehow been preserved in the crevices of the ornate ceiling, in the dark corners of the upper balcony.  Maybe entwined in threads of the velvet curtains up on the stage are bits of notes from past concerts.  I image late at night all these remnants of concerts past mingle in the air creating a collage of sound.  That makes me smile.

Holding the memories

Ceiling art

As usual the audience was on it’s feet as the last bits of music exploded above us.  We were on our feet as the season opened singing with gusto, and on our feet as the evening closed showing our appreciation.  And in between we were transported; nodding our heads, tapping our feet, holding our breaths and letting them out in a big exultant sighs of joy.  Yes we are so lucky.

Extraordinary.

Family

Family


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Small town

Before this week gets away from me I wanted to share a few more photos from my adventure last Sunday.  Photos that are not barns.  Because  really there is more to life in rural Michigan.

I stopped in the small farming community of Coleman.  I think it’s a farming community because right in the center of town is a grain elevator.

The working parts

The working parts

I thought the whole thing was picturesque.  I suppose if you’re a farmer it’s just equipment.

Buy your feed here

Buy your feed here

But to an outsider it’s all color and angles.

Years of feed sold here

Years of feed sold here

Interesting.  In a dusty sort of way.

At least the driver can see

At least the driver can see

I parked near a store.  Can you guess what they sell?

You guessed it!

You guessed it!

They sell auto and bicycle parts!  Cool combination.

Along the way I also passed this garden.  I actually turned around and went back for these photos.

So pretty

So pretty

They even had a cow.

Moo!

Moo!

It was a fun adventure.  I’m glad I went.  Hopefully I can get back on the road sometime soon!

Glory

Glory


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Musings on a walk

It’s a very stressful week for me at work.  There are all sorts of opportunities to work early, late, and through lunch.  Today I put on my sneakers at 12:30 and walked out the door for a break even though there was much work still to be done.

I haven’t been on a walk at lunch for two weeks and my feet told me they had to readjust to the orthotics.  A familiar ache immediately set in along the arch of my right foot.  The breeze was cool and I wished I had brought my sweater so I picked up the pace.  The foot protested.

I went past the elementary school, the first time I’ve been by since the kids are back at school, and noticed the adult charged with watching the kids standing in the middle of a swirl of spinning, shrieking, running, twirling laughing children.   She was engrossed in her cell.  Texting I supposed, or checking emails.  It seemed early in the school year for her to be so bored with the children playing around her.

I moved on to the creek that dissects the neighborhood’s condo project.  I always stand on the little bridge there for awhile, watching the water flow  below me.  Today it was clear and swift, full of yesterday’s rain.  It’s just a little creek, but I’ve seen lots of people stop and stare down into it on their lunch walks.  I wondered why people are so drawn to water.

Onward I noticed that I was still walking fast, my shoulders up around my ears.  This was not turning into a restorative walk.  Years ago I used to go to a restorative yoga class on Sunday mornings even though it was a 45 minute drive each way.  At the end of the session, when we were all lying still, the music soft, the instructor’s voice asking us to relax each part of our bodies I used to cry.  Big slow tears would leak from my closed eyes and run into my ears.  I was so exhausted from the week and so grateful for the Sunday morning respite.    I haven’t been back in many years.  Today on my walk I consciously lowered my shoulders and took a deep breath.

At my normal busy day turn around point my body began to turn but my feet kept going.  They chose to take the long way back to the office.  I was a little late back from lunch.  So be it.

Back at work the phone was ringing and I had voice mail.  There were two instant messages waiting.  And the email problem I was in the middle of solving when I stood up and walked out was still there, along with several others.   Nothing was different.

Except me.

I took another deep breath and began again.