The Right Place at the Right Time

Occasionally, you find yourself standing in exactly the right place at precisely the right moment and with a camera in your hand.

That’s what happened to me the day I made this picture which I happen to really like.

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The picture was made at Wright Patterson Air Force Base the day I visited with my dad to see the Memphis Belle. Torrential rain had really dampened most of the planned outdoor activities but a few hearty souls were out with their planes, Jeeps and food trucks between showers.

I wanted to see the bombers but dad and I had stopped to look at this Jeep when this reenactor came into view in the mirror.

It was like seeing a ghost in the mirror.

Here’s the full Jeep in case you’re interested.

fb3Want to read more about that day? I’ll write more about the museum this winter but you can read about seeing the Memphis Belle by clicking here.

Happiness Is….

Happiness is homemade granola, fresh from the oven. The recipe was simple and it didn’t get as crispy as the blogger promised but the flavor is amazing.

Next time I’ll bake it a smidge longer to take care of that crispy issue.

What’s making you happy today?

A Hard Lesson

It’s a hard lesson and one that life seems to teach me repeatedly. In case no one has told you, I will say it today.

You deserve better.

Treat yourself like a priority, especially when no one else does. If someone truly wants you in their life, they won’t make you feel like you’re last on their list.

That’s all. Now go do something kind for yourself. And no matter what, enjoy your day!

Deja Vu and the Tale of Two Diners

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Deja vu. It’s an odd sensation and one that I’ve experienced a lot lately. But when I sat down in a diner in Hillsboro, Ohio last month, I momentarily thought I was losing my mind because the feeling of deja vu was so strong.

I had never been to 62 Classics’ Diner and yet everything looked like something I knew.

And then it hit me.

This diner is almost identical to the one I had visited in Fairmont, West Virginia just six days earlier.

That’s right. I’ve been to so many diners, repetition is beginning to occur.

The Fairmont diner is called DJs 50’s and 60’s Diner and it’s larger. It came in four sections whereas the Hillsboro diner was in two. Both are silver sided with oval and round windows. Both have punched tin ceilings, black and white tile floors, red and white upholstery, counters with stools and a white board above. The restrooms, counters and kitchens are in the same locations and there are mirrors in the same places in the dining area. They even use the same cups.

What’s really funny is that when I walked into the Fairmont diner, I turned left and chose a booth near the back. After ordering, I took a selfie in the mirror behind me. In Hillsboro, I turned left again, chose a seat near the back and took a selfie in the mirror behind me.

 

Incidentally, this was the moment I recognized the parallels. It was also the moment I realized what a creature of habit I am because the booth I chose in Hillsboro was just one away from the booth I sat in down south. It was a fabulous moment for this road tripping diner nerd.

There are some differences – one diner has backs on the stools. One has oval windows on the front and round ones on the sides while it’s reversed in the other diner. One has a door on the front of the entryway while the other has a door on each side of that same entryway.

West Virginia:

Ohio in the same corner:

The differences are minor enough to make me think I was losing my mind.

In case you’re wondering, my Fairmont meal was better. They had a couple of vegeterian friendly dishes on the menu, including the veggie burger I ordered. It was quite good. In Hillsboro, they offer breakfast all day but it was all meat heavy. It’s hard to screw up a grilled cheese and fries but they were just ok. However, other diners seemed to be really enjoying their meals and I was thrilled because the atmosphere was great!

Want to know more about that diner in Fairmont? I wrote about it last month. Click here to read about it.

Have you had a moment of deja vu? Comment and tell your story!

Vacation and Reflection

My October vacation was nearly perfect but not for the reasons most people love their vacations. I liked it for the way it was structured.

Hear me out.

A few days were spent away from home, in places I did not know and could explore for the first time.

A couple days were spent exploring in my own region.

There was a day spent with my folks and an evening around a camp fire with extended family.

And there was time spent at home cooking, doing projects and relaxing with Scout.

Nothing cost a lot of money. I had time with others and plenty of solo time as well.

The last day was spent at home doing small chores, reading, watching a movie and reflecting on a nice, long break from work.

Going back to work the next day was ok.

It was important to allow that down time and to prioritize reflection. Too often we we don’t stop and think about what we have just experienced. We simply enjoy the moment and then push forward to the next. Happiness is connected to gratitude and it’s important to be grateful for the good and even the mundane that we have experienced.

Whether it’s a vacation, dinner with your family or an afternoon at the museum, you will be well served to revisit those memories as much as possible.

You will be happier for it.

Tomorrow we’ll talk about a fun discovery I made while exploring my own area. Hope to see you back here soon!

Leaving Scout For Adventure

Scout did better while I was gone this last trip. He suffered severe separation anxiety during my late summer western vacation and I wasn’t sure how he would do with being left again but was pleasantly surprised with the results.

This time, he was nice to my mother for the first couple of days and turned a bit mean toward the end.

He isn’t a bad cat but clearly was worried I wasn’t coming back and maybe just a little impatient from all the waiting.

He was the sweetest little boy when I came home. He greeted me at the door, happy to be held, and purring while nuzzling up against my neck and face. This lasted approximately ninety seconds before he turned angry and started biting my hands.

He was upset and this was the only way he knew how to express his anger, fear and sadness. So I let him go at it for a minute before offering my him a toy in exchange for my hands.

Afterward, he had a little snack and, belly full, curled up in his chair by the window for a nap while I did chores.

All was right with the world.

When he woke up, life went on and neither of us spoke another word of my irresponsible disappearance.

I’m hoping it continues to get easier for him and suspect that it will. It has to be hard to be a little animal, a creature of habit who doesn’t understand why his human mom disappears.

I wish there was a way to tell him that, no matter what, I will always come back for him. Since there isn’t a way to tell him, I’ll just have to keep showing him.

Want to read about how Scout did when I took my western adventure? Click here.