Sighing, I rolled over onto my back pushing my loneliness aside. Above me attached to the ceiling was a world map. Exactly! This was my trip after all and I had every intention of enjoying my five days here in Wine Country to the fullest. I had been lining up house sits that would keep me moving for the next three months by which time I hoped to be settled into a caretaking position somewhere deep in the tropics. If we couldn’t be together, then I would do for me best I could manage. This would more than suffice.
came to mind.
I returned to lunch in Calistoga, a small town at the north end of Napa Valley. Originally a Victorian resort town known for mud baths, hot springs and a geyser, it is now surrounded by vineyards. I drove over to the north of town to see the infamous Old Faithful geyser spout off. And surrounded by foreigners, including two van loads of kilted Scotsmen, I got to thinking about this trapped subterranean hot air being used to predict earthquakes within a 500 mile radius and how useful such a thing would be. I mean, on a personal level. Here we are, putting tons of money into studying whether or not we can predict earthquakes with geysers when anyone who works around them all the time can attest that they do. How much money do we invest in predicting our own earthquakes? Anyone outside our own personal drama can pretty much hit the nail on the head as to what’s really going on with us, and often, they gently do try to caution us ahead of time. But, we don’t listen. We don’t see. We just blunder forth, time after time, unconscious victims of our own personal natural disasters. I, personally, would pay good money for such a pocket device. That and one of the famous Fainting Goats they had on display, which apparently had been used by cattlemen as decoys for coyotes.
If that railroad train was mine,
I bet I'd move out over a little,
Farther down the line,
Far from Folsom Prison,
That's where I want to stay,
And I'd let that lonesome whistle,
Blow my Blues away.”