There are some places that I truly believe if God just zapped me there and said to me where are you, I could answer correctly. Horse country Kentucky is one of those places.
We decided to go back to Natural Bridge park, hang out, paint, explore and enjoy. The trip there took us through about 30 minutes of exquisite pastures complete with horses and lovely fencing. We agreed that we like the stone fences best, it reminds us of Normandy. The trip was also beautiful on the mountain highway, though we had to laugh at the loose interpretation of mountain.
We dined in the car on the last of our maple ham, Swiss and brioche. We had stopped for ice for Jodi at a BP and i was generously given 2 packets of Mayo for my sandwich! I was and am still SO very frustrated with the lack of mask wearing. I am a sinner too, I guess to some extent we all are. We all do things that could impact our health and think nothing of it. However, I see these bold cocksure folks and know that if they get sick they will come to the hospitals expecting us to fix them for something that was preventable in the beginning.
I think the issue for me here is that if folks smoke, they are impacting their own health, we the tax payers are often ( Via Medicaid, Medicare, Hospital write offs to bad debt and Insurance Premiums) responsible for assisting in their costs, but overall as a healthcare worker, I am not in danger when I provide car to them. They can be a train wreck to figure out and treat, and maybe make me sad at their suffering but not going to impact my health. This virus puts us all at risk and I think there is a large contingent of people who either are not smart enough to figure it out or just don’t give a damn about anyone but their own selves (rights). More to come on selfish bastards in a bit.
So the sammies were delish as was the moderately forbidden, to me at least, junk food, Cheetos (baked) are my guilty pleasure. We rode up the gondolas again, Jodi said it was hard again, but she seemed more lookie- Lou this time.
It is just amazing how lovely the trees are in all of thier shades of green, ochre and crimson.
We walked fully across the bridge, inspected a large gazebo area and walked down some perilous steps, through a narrow crevice that requires a side scoot and down even more perilous steps to get to the underside of the bridge.
It was also an awesome view though and we lingered, explored and enjoyed a while.
Folks were hollering back and forth, that crevice is a one person at a time, so people could pass through. So when we were ready we waited, asked the last person through if it was clear, yes, as climbed the VERY perilous steps
I heard voices so I hollered that there were people on the way through, no change in behavior, so I tried Spanish, then English, and met these MASKLESS (Mostly) people in the middle, I asked them to back up and they wanted to know how many of us there were and I said 3 or 4 and the Salope said well there are 10 of us and I said that may be, but the part you have traversed is much easier than what we just went through and she said “well we can just scoot past each other.” And I said “seriously, you are not wearing a mask and how am I going to social distance with you?” She said i was “being ridiculous”. ( I wonder if she has ever seen the ridiculousness of an incredibly ill body in an ICU, it is not pretty and certainly nothing I would aspire to). I said “fine, but I wish for you to experience if not now, some day the pleasure of going up and down these steps in exactly same way I enjoyed it.”
Then one of them hand to throw the clinker of “God bless you”, did she REALLY mean that, I seriously doubt it. I was pissed and for a while. They never ascended to cross back over so they must have tracked down the long way back.
Back up on top, after I got my blood pressure back down below 200/100 we set up our chairs and I painted. It tickeled me how everyone seems to want to comment about it. I don’t think I am all that great of a plein air painter, I don’t draw well. But folks kept commenting. One lady was commenting, passing behind us, her husband giving me grief because I took a bit of artistic license with the placement of a tree. When she went the other way I was pretty much done and she commented again, and asked if I ever sold them. I said no but ripped it out of my book, signed it and gave it to her. LOL. Her very own “Caro” painting.
Then another lady passed back by and asked about my painting and was I done and could she see it, I said well, no because I had given it to a previously lady. As she walked away I thought, well I do have those pansies from Tuesday on me and I could do them again, maybe better, so I called to her and asked if she would like them. She seemed pleased too. SO she too has her very own “Caro:” painting. Hopefully they both bring joy in some way.
We drove home, and tried to order a pizza, but those TV ads are right and connection via the old phone is not ubiquitous so we waited until we got here and ordered. We got the owner this time and he was not thrilled about veering off of the menu, he had to explain to me that he imports his flour and tomatoes to have authentic Italian pizza and that my request was messing this up. BUT he would do it this time since they had earlier in the week. I thanked him and we picked up the pizza. I had to laugh, I bet he has to do a lot of “Educating” about proper Italian Pizza here in the middle of Kentucky. I had also ordered a Cesar salad, which was nothing spectacular, but the Pizza was pretty delicious again! I had brought a bottle of Cahors wine with us and it is mighty fine and was mighty fine along with that pizza.
We watched the debate and I juggled text messages from my boss about productivity and new nurses. I have to laugh, people tell me I will miss work, hmmm, I don’t think I will miss the calls from Doctors offices wanting to know something I have no access to on vacation, or from my boss wanting to know about productivity (though I must say I have an awesome boss, 10-1 he has forgotten I am on vacation) or the myriad of other interruptions that have happened to us over the years. I don’t think Jodi or my family will miss it either. Regardless I did not sleep well, I wonder if it was the contentious night cap I endured?
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