A Mountain Drive

I took two of the kids for a drive through our local mountains yesterday.  It was so nice to be out of the house and experience some nature for a couple of hours. This was also the first time I had driven my new car through such twists and turns and steep inclines-I knew it would give me the opportunity to brush up on my mountain driving skills.  This car has that new fangled shifter which tilts sideways in order to allow you the lower gears.  It makes me nervous so I figured I best get used to it.

Glendora Mountain Road is off to the left of the main road that takes you up to Mt. Baldy.  Sometimes it’s closed if there has been gravel in the road or if the snow fall is too heavy.  We were in luck as the road was wide open and didn’t seem to have much traffic.

It has been several years since I’ve driven on this road and I didn’t recall it being so narrow but, if you keep your eye on the road and follow the speed limit, it’s a fun adventure with great views of the San Gabriel Valley.   There are many hairpin turns and blind turns, as well.  I was so thankful that I didn’t have anyone following me because they’d surely be frustrated at my low speeds.  I’ve been trying to determine the actual speed limit through the mountain road-it seems that it might be 40mph which, in my opinion, is far too fast with as many blind turns as we encountered.  This makes it too easy to take out a person on a bike because there isn’t even a lane divider for the majority of the road.  I erred on the side of caution (maybe too much so) and averaged about 20mph.

We all remarked about how Elijah probably wouldn’t enjoy this many turns and figured he’d comment on all the butt pucker twists throughout the 20 plus miles of mountain road.  He was alright on our trip to Big Bear, but this road was far more adventurous.  If I put more research into it, I’d like to make a day of hiking somewhere out there.  It’s important to be cautious, however, as there’s spotty to no cell service.

I enjoy my time with these kids.  They’re growing up too fast.

It took us about two hours from first heading out until we arrived home.  And we made it out alive!  I have to say, I was impressed with how well my car did on the drive, too.







Get out and explore!

A midday hike to clear my head

I’m getting increasingly stressed about the idea of my husband switching jobs-the company he is currently with is making certain changes which are not conducive to a good working environment and so he is looking at his options.  This means we will no longer have the same insurance and we’ll most likely take a financial hit.  He’s in the trucking industry and is away for long stretches of time.  While he’s been away, two of the kids have moved out, the other three are rapidly moving closer to adulthood, and his own health has declined.  I’d love to see him find employment that has him home in the evenings or at the very least, the weekends.  We all miss him and want him to be healthy and happy.

In order for him to possibly have a local job, he would most likely be forced to take a serious pay cut which would mean we would have to pick up the slack somewhere…this means me.  Somehow, I need to make some money.  I haven’t worked since 2010 when I was a home health aide.  Before that, I taught for a year at a private school, was a substitute teacher, and was in college completing my degree in English.  Honestly, I have no clue what I would even be good at, let alone where to begin my search.  I would absolutely love to work from home but is there even such a thing anymore?  I know people somehow manage to earn money off of their blogging and various other social media ventures but I’m completely out of my element in that area.  How exactly does one do that?

So here I am-what does an unemployed 42 year old mother of five kids do when faced with the challenge of finding supplemental income?

I grabbed my daughter and we went for a hike yesterday.  I needed to get some nature in my lungs, be off of my bed, outside of my house, away from the noise in my head.  I needed some pine trees, wildflowers, and bugs crawling in my socks-some sweat, slippery dirt, and climbing.  I also realized quickly just how out of shape I’d gotten.


 

About halfway up, I realized I had worn the wrong shoes.  Converse sneakers do not have the tread needed to navigate through the slippery surfaces and I easily envisioned myself landing with my feet over my head and having to be helicoptered out of there. We’d be easy to find between my heavy breathing and Hannah’s lime green socks.

We spotted several lizards that seemed to be trying to race us down the hill and only encountered a handful of people, which was very nice.  There was quite a collection of poops along the trail and I’m sure at least one was from the mountain lion the sign at the gate warned us about.

The sun felt good on my bare arms and the breeze helped relax me somewhat.  Bonding with my girl was a great escape-exactly what I needed.  She’ll be twelve in August and I relish the time we spend together while I’m still in her good favor;  before I turn into the woman that no longer knows anything.

As for extra money and me gaining employment, who knows, I don’t know what I’m qualified to do other than possibly work at Taco Bell.  What does a B.A. in English get you nowadays other than snickers and giggles from engineers?