Christmas Morning
I ran out of gas this morning on the way to work.
Yes, I volunteered to work on Christmas day and I through my negligence I volunteered to be in my present situation also. It was still dark out and there was no one driving around. The desert was very, very quiet.
The "good news' was that I was no more than a couple miles from home. We had recently switched phones and I don't think my wife could even hear the ringer. No answer. I called and called and then gave up. I called the road-side assistance service I have through my cell phone company. No answer.
No big deal really. I started hoofing it back home with a calm sense it would all be o.k.. There was plenty of moonlight. The shadows of the saguaros and cholla were stretching over the road framed by the blue hue that moonlight casts. It was very quiet and the only sounds were my foot steps and the occasional coyote howl and a rooster. The air was clean and cool. It was actually quite beautiful.
I was carrying my guitar and if it weren't for the fact that I was trying not to be late for work I was tempted to stop right on the road and play a song to the desert this Christmas morning. Instead I started to sing a Sons of the Pioneers song called Blue Shadows on the Trail:
"Shades of night are falling
As the wind begins to sigh
And the world is silhouetted against the sky.
Blue shadows on the trail
Blue moon shinin' through the trees.
And a plaintiff wail from the distance
Comes a driftin' on the evening breeze.
Move along, blue shadows, move along
Soon the dawn will come and you'll be on your way
Until the darkness sheds it's veil
There'll be blue shadows on the trail... "
My wife is awesome as it is. But maybe thanks to the Spirit of Christmas I was spared the usual spousal chiding I deserved. I especially thought I would get "what for" just for getting her out of bed before dawn. She joked about it all and actually sped (very rare for her) to try and get me there as close to "on time"as possible.
And just to let me know she meant it, before I got out of the F150 she gave me one of the best kisses ever.
Yes, I volunteered to work on Christmas day and I through my negligence I volunteered to be in my present situation also. It was still dark out and there was no one driving around. The desert was very, very quiet.
The "good news' was that I was no more than a couple miles from home. We had recently switched phones and I don't think my wife could even hear the ringer. No answer. I called and called and then gave up. I called the road-side assistance service I have through my cell phone company. No answer.
No big deal really. I started hoofing it back home with a calm sense it would all be o.k.. There was plenty of moonlight. The shadows of the saguaros and cholla were stretching over the road framed by the blue hue that moonlight casts. It was very quiet and the only sounds were my foot steps and the occasional coyote howl and a rooster. The air was clean and cool. It was actually quite beautiful.
I was carrying my guitar and if it weren't for the fact that I was trying not to be late for work I was tempted to stop right on the road and play a song to the desert this Christmas morning. Instead I started to sing a Sons of the Pioneers song called Blue Shadows on the Trail:
"Shades of night are falling
As the wind begins to sigh
And the world is silhouetted against the sky.
Blue shadows on the trail
Blue moon shinin' through the trees.
And a plaintiff wail from the distance
Comes a driftin' on the evening breeze.
Move along, blue shadows, move along
Soon the dawn will come and you'll be on your way
Until the darkness sheds it's veil
There'll be blue shadows on the trail... "
My wife is awesome as it is. But maybe thanks to the Spirit of Christmas I was spared the usual spousal chiding I deserved. I especially thought I would get "what for" just for getting her out of bed before dawn. She joked about it all and actually sped (very rare for her) to try and get me there as close to "on time"as possible.
And just to let me know she meant it, before I got out of the F150 she gave me one of the best kisses ever.
posted by Cool Water William @ 10:37 AM
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