Do you know how great singers can sing “the phone book?”
I would like to someday feel my writings can entertain, using
almost anything for material! By using well chosen words and
telling a simple story, I hope to reach out to people. Make them
sit back, kick off their shoes and say, “Hey, will you tell me a story?”
Today, I am in the “bomb shelter” which is a completely cement
walled two story room. In the bottom level, there are what are
huge containers of liquids, oils and lubricants. In the top level,
where there are “pick to lights,” I am above the ones who ride in
a big circle below, loading heavy bulk containers onto their pallets.
Only one person is usually upstairs in what is called the “aerosol
room.” It has an open metal grated floor. Last week, during many
thunder storms, my overhead lights went off, but I could still see
the emergency lights in the two exit directions, below me.
I also could hear and see the pallet riders still running around
in their circle. The “pick to lights” were still telling me A – E picks
and I kept on going in the dark.
Today, I was blessed because on the far end of my line, there
is a circular vented fan that opens to the outside. I could see
the beginning light of day and through that opening, I spotted
a cardinal! It was perched on one of the highest branches of a
tree, its beak was opening and it seemed to be singing. The
noise below and the way the fans were blowing, I could not
hear it at all!
The first hour passed and I did see the cardinal take off right
before 8 a.m. Maybe he had to go get breakfast! Anyway, it
brought me back to my story I wrote about a special message
sent by a cardinal on the day my Grandpa Mattson died. I
thought I would ask you if you want to, go to the story,
“Cardinals send special messages” (January 28, 2013).
One negative thing about working on the second level of
the bomb shelter, is it can be either very hot or very cold,
depending on the outside temperature. Another element
that is headache producing, so much so that several of my
coworkers refuse to work in the Aerosol Room. This is due
to below here, each day, someone is assigned to empty the
broken bottles, containers, jugs, etc. of those combustible
and very smelly liquids. This week, a man named Mark, from
Reclamations Dept. offered to do this. He does not wear a
mask, unlike that young man, Scott C., who I told a love
story with his new girlfriend, Kelly. Scott wears not only a
mask, but rubber gloves. Mark (who is no one I have ever
dated, by the way) does not. He says most of the chemicals
will melt his gloves.
The worker dumping these puts them into large drums that
have metal lids that turn and tighten. I am not on the list to
dump flammable liquids nor the washing dirty hampers. I
have told my series of bosses that I cannot risk, even with a
mask and shield damage to my eyes or hands. They don’t
pursue it, just keep me on that list, please!
Today, I am happy that I saw a cardinal. I am blessed I did
not get as many fumes wafting up into the upper level
through the metal grated floor.
When, and if, you visit my January post, I would like you to
suspend all prior beliefs and preconceptions. I believe spirits,
that could be angels in disguise, visit us more often than we
realize. They send us special messages from Heaven and even,
from our ancestors or recently ‘passed on’ family members.
Since birds are winged creatures made by God, why not allow
Native American and other cultures, like ones who believe in
reincarnation, lead us to a place where we are blessed by all
Today, I was blessed by the view, from an unlikely place, of
a brilliantly red cardinal, singing his unheard song. It was in a
tree outside my work. It brightened my day considerably!