What I dreamed up

There is a link in my twitter (Snippets of Life) to my entry in a kind of photography contest. The contest is called Name Your Dream Assignment.

The idea is to pitch your dream photo shoot and then get people to vote for you. The top 20 popular vote ideas will go before a panel of judges. The panel will decide the ultimate winner.

I’m sitting at 103 as I write this… My Entry

Oh, there is a $50,000 prize to enable the dream shoot. The winner has to agree to share photos, but retains the ownership and copyright.

You have to sign in to vote which takes a minute or so. The reason for the sign in is to allow them to make sure you don’t vote more than once for an entry. You CAN vote for as many entries as you’d like. They say they will not use sign-in info for marketing. This is a Microsoft/Lenovo jointly sponsored contest. I believe them. I am a registered user of many Microsoft products as well as in the pool of professional technical people and I don’t get anything other than what I’ve asked for as far as communication from Microsoft.

Naturally, I’d love your vote and from any of your friends and family and even people you can wrangle in the street!

But mostly, what I’d like you to do is think about your dream – your dream of something you’d like to do, to see, to accomplish, where and how you’d like to live if it is not where and how you are doing it now. And write it down. Don’t worry about the words or grammar or spelling – just start and see where it goes.

Writing down a vision for anything is powerful. Writing down the dream, clarifies what is really important to you. Once written, the words have a way of honing your daily decisions – keeping you on track towards that thing that is important enough to you that you wrote it down. The words help you say no to some of those requests for your time that don’t help you along the way – I don’t mean things like laundry, feeding your kids, going to work – and I’m talking “some”…you will think before automatically saying yes. And you will be happier for it!

It is funny how things happen. A post from a blogging friend about the current state of affairs in the United States and concern about the direction things are going got me thinking. There are a couple of young women – self employed making various items – their blogs share how things are going with them. One thought she might need to take a “real” job, but her online shop continues to expand. There is a lot of cheering going on in her comment section as well as the others. They are doing well – on their own, doing what they love.

I got thinking about the many positive things that could come out of this time. Perspective. A need to move in with family, while possibly horrifying to contemplate initially, might turn into an opportunity to be closer. A loss of job might be the opportunity to change careers, thinking about what you really want to do. The need for a simpler existence with less stuff, less going out, might evolve into a long term way of living – more joy, less stress – simple, real values – what we all say we want.

Back to dreaming… Even if you don’t want to sign in and vote, I encourage you to go to the contest site and read some of the dream assignment entries. Many are interesting and some are inspirational. And then go write down your own dream…and see what happens.

Name Your Dream Assignment.

My Entry

Go! – and Write! It is a new day – Dream big!

Edited 3/14/2009. Although I absolutely believe in being clear on our dreams and hopes, I withdrew from this contest. Not many voted for one thing and I am not willing to mount a serious “campaign for votes”. The project is something I’m capable of doing on my own, something I really have been doing although not with much focus on other’s stories. I’ll continue.

Bob, sun, fire

Thursday – late afternoon – the temperature dropped from above freezing to the low 20’s. Friday morning we woke to a brisk 14F. I “closed down” the wood burning stove which makes for a long, slow burn and lots of radiant heat – too much heat for this little house when it is not so cold. Bob took advantage of both sun and stove.

In Joyful remembrance

Carole Davis, my friend and a fellow rvr passed from this life to the next yesterday afternoon. From her daughter:

It is with both sadness and joy that I write to you today. My mother, Carole Davis, passed away this afternoon at 1:30 after struggling this last year with a terminal illness, ALS. She went in for a tracheotomy about 2 weeks ago to help with her breathing and, while there, found that she also had an advanced form of lung cancer. She held on until she was transported to a beautiful, warm nursing home at which time she took her last breath and died peacefully.

Please join me in rejoicing in her life and in all the wonderful ways in which she touched us all.

I had the privilege and fun of meeting Carole a little over a year ago at an rv gathering. We had “met” in our group chat room and via bulletin board posts prior. Carole was as much fun in person as she was through her posts. After the gathering we remained in touch via email. She was a strong and honest encourager of my photography, writing and my life in Montana. She also shared the difficulty of this last year as her health deteriorated. I am thankful that her passing was peaceful and thankful for the ways she touched my life.

Truly, in joyful remembrance.

***The main photo was taken in Rockport, Texas, from the dock at the RV Park where we gathered. The superimposed photo of Carole was taken one night when we were all together for dinner. January, 2008.

One way

The “arrows” are wild turkey tracks…just struck me funny…

**edit/clarification 3/5 the other tracks are white-tailed deer, going the opposite direction of the arrow. The turkeys are going the same way, i.e. opposite of the arrow – that little “dot” at the top of the arrow is the back “claw”. see Idaho Wild Turkey Federation for a bunch of prints going “up” the page – “arrows” pointed down.

All are home

I thought I would be posting this afternoon or evening from the parking lot camp ground of the rv dealer that has been working on my Winnebago. I am, however, posting from home. And the Winnebago is home – her name is Wild Thing…because she moves me…

When we left this story, just yesterday in the telling, although Saturday in actuality, Karl and I had made the trip to Missoula in the Jeep to pick up WT. Her steps had been replaced and body work done. But, the steps – they went in and out just fine. There is, though, a step off/on switch just inside the door. When in the off position, the steps stay out. When in the on position, the steps extend when the door is open and retract when the door is closed. There is another feature…no matter what position the switch is in, when the ignition is on, the steps retract – a safety/convenience/stupidity avoidance mechanism to prevent an operator from driving off with the steps extended. The problem on Saturday was that the on/off switch was operating in reverse – on kept the steps out and off extended/retracted with the door open/close.

Saturday…there was a tech available, but not the one who did the installation. But surely, this was a simple “wire cross”. Mais, non! And I should have known as I was present, holding the flashlight, when the damaged steps were removed. 4 bolts and a wiring harness – in reverse for install, i.e. no wiring need be done by the installer. Heads were scratched and it was decided that input from the manufacturer was needed so Karl and I came home as documented in the previous post.

And…I told the dealer to take their time considering the condition of my road and drive.

I received a call fairly early on Monday that things were fixed. A number of calls back and forth because I was dumbfounded that it was so “easy” and in the back and forth a feeling that I was getting the run around. And there is that loss of confidence that happens when you don’t feel like you are getting accurate information. Enter my insurance agent who seriously went to bat for me with the dealer and suddenly, they cannot do enough for me – things like a wash, wax, something from their rv shop…

I decide that it would be best to get to Missoula ASAP, make sure all is truly well and bring WT home, while the entire fiasco is fresh in all minds. So I shuffle meetings and committments in order to drive down this afternoon, stay the night, and back Wednesday afternoon before the weather changes to winter again as forecast. The dealer phones this morning – a Kalispell customer has a locked up motorhome, a tech is driving up to deal with that…he could drive my motorhome, towing a car, i.e. they want to know if I’m open to them delivering the motorhome to me in Kalispell. YES, I say! All goes well, I meet the tech not far from my house. He unhooks his tow, I hook up my Jeep and off we go. The step was operating correctly.

I turn on to my road in the nick of time…

It looked like snow, threatening clouds over the mountains, but all held off..

Karl rode shotgun. My road was clear, my driveway was icy. A decision had to be made whether to drop the Jeep and come in motorhome only with no tow. I was tired, I wanted it over, I left the Jeep on and drove like I meant it. 21000 pounds of motorhome pulling 3800 pounds of Jeep did not hesitate.

In, turned around, backed up, parked and plugged in. All are home.