Most Anticlimactic Post so Far

 DAY 25: Something Inspired by the 11th Image on Your Phone (in this case iPad)

I’ve been working on creating a bigger online presence for the business, basically trying to make us more findable when people need us, so I’ve been collecting pictures, details, business cards, etc. and, actually, those are basically the only pics I have on my iPad. I did check my phone pics, and the 11th pic there was one of a box of lightbulbs I sent to my husband while shopping, to double check I had the right size. Wife life. I didn’t want to write about light bulbs and light and shining and promising things like that. I just didn’t. So here’s the more neutral 11th picture from my iPad. 

This picture. This could be the outskirts of any dying village anywhere in the prairies. But it’s not. It’s my dying village. This sky could be the dusk sky over any rural community the world over. But it’s not. It’s the sky over my rural community. And that truck. It’s mine too. I even drove it around one summer before it got sick and we gave it this wacky paint job and became our advertisement and location landmark. 

4:30 am 

10:30 am 

4:30 pm

The calls came like clockwork today, giving us just enough time to relax and mostly have a  Sunday in between. I think the increased online presence is working ! 

People need help a lot. People need a lot of help. A lot of people need help. 

They swerve off the beaten trail in a small town back alley in the darkest hours of the night (drunk, or just sleep-driving ?) They lock themselves outside their vehicle in the cold on Christmas Eve. They plow headlong into a snowdrift on Christmas Day. They lose a tire while driving quietly down the road on a Sunday afternoon. And BTT helps them. Rain or shine. Summer and winter. Night and day. Holiday, weekend, whenever. And though it’s hard, and extremely frustrating sometimes, and emergency calls interrupt things we’d rather be doing, helping people in trouble is a rewarding work. Blah blah blah. 

I don’t know where I’m going with this, so I’ll just quit now. If BTT would read this before I posted he would probably scoff and say I’m poeticizing a very unglamorous job.  So ends the  most anticlimactic post ever. Until next time, least.