No big adventure in Yellowstone Park like I warned you yesterday. I feel such a responsibility to make every day photo worthy or at least have an element of danger.
It was colder than it has been in a while. This is my poor, brave red car.
It has been wrecked on a country road during a snowstorm in Ohio. It spent a month in the hospital, but is as good as new.
It drove through 120 degree temperatures in the sand of southern California. It braved the freeway and the treacherous drive to Yucca Valley without a complaint. And now I do this to it. You will go home, little Mitsubishi. Hang in there.
This will be a quick tour of the sights I see every day.
A swamp between my dorm and the Inn.
Not a ranger in sight.
The mail men are just as grumpy here as they are back home.
Everyone wants to stay at the Inn, but this is newer and not as, shall we say, run down.
We call the dark, dreary atmosphere at the Inn, "historic." Uh huh. Whatever (said in my Valley Girl voice.)
It's almost bigger than the Inn. The grand opening will be in August. Alas, I won't be there for the ribbon cutting.
This is me staring down the road, thinking about hitting the trail.
Not an exciting day, but the best I could do.
Here's what I do at work, just to give you an idea of why I gotta get out of this place.
These are the phrases I repeat eight hours a day, standing behind a counter in a silly uniform with my "Judy Ohio" badge.
"What credit card would you like to use?"
"Would you like to contribute a $1.00 to the Yellowstone Park Foundation?"
"Would you like an open account?"
"The bathroom is just down the hall."
"No, we do not have wi-fi in the Park." (liar, liar, pants on fire.)
"No, we do not have a work out room." (walk the trails, idiot.)
"Old Faithful goes off in 90 minutes."
OMG! I might as well be saying, "Do you want fries with that burger?"
I have become a McDonald's employee and didn't realize it.
That about sums it up. Just to liven things up, one of my 20 something bosses comes along and points out a mistake I made. Please, criticize me some more. There is a shred of dignity left that needs to be stomped on and ground into the dirt.
At least I have a great view.
Before I go to sleep early like a first grader, I need your help. I want to continue my blog when I return home. Here are my thoughts. Please give me yours.
1. I plan on joining some walking clubs. I can take pictures of my adventures and nature along the way. The negative is that I may not be able to do it every day.
2. Not a light topic, but I was thinking of interviewing people in my area who have been affected by the economy. They all have a story to tell about the jobs they lost and how they survive. The downside is that it isn't funny and I like funny.
3. Hubby wants me to do some writing for the local hospice that my friends started. We were thinking about telling the stories of hospice families. Of course, they have to agree to this.
4. Here is a crazy idea that needs a lot of help. Has anyone written their novel on-line? I have a great idea for a novel, but lack the drive to get it done. I really want to do it, but I need immediate gratification. Could I write a chapter at a time in a blog format? How could I make money doing this? Could I let you guys read it for free, but charge other people? Help me here, my creative friends.
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Until tomorrow, Judy in Yellowstone Park is signing off.