And, Sometimes...

And, sometimes the moment of beauty just makes you wanna hurl.

Grumpy day, with a lot of negative thoughts about the job and all the like. The weather went shitty again. Been having one of those spells where it seems like I'm breaking everything I touch. Had lots of fun trying to update my side business's website after Yahoo switched over to FTPS and my old FTP software wouldn't support it.

Blah-blah-blah.Yeah, I know. Tell us about something we all don't already suffer...

Was driving out to pick-up Fishing Buddy for the last night of rimfire pistol league and it had stopped snowing and the sun had come out. Was on Egan drive, heading from town out to the Valley and watching the early evening start to fade towards twilight as I approached Sunny Point. The last of the sun was reflecting off the fresh snow out on the flats at the north end of Gastineau Channel. Could see the snow-topped Chilkat Mountains off in the distance and the calm air was giving way to a light mist rising off the flats.

It was so beautiful!

It was one of those pure moments of beauty that I like to write about.

I was thinking how nice it would be to pull over and watch for a while. I was wishing I'd remembered to bring my camera along—it would've made for a great post. I was remembering just why I'd moved up here and how good life could be! :)

I took a deep, cleansing breath; hoping to calm my nerves and proverbially step-back and pause and enjoy.

I took a deep, cleansing breath.

And gagged on the smell of rotted hotdogs emanating from the landfill and just about swerved off the icy highway as my stomach heaved.

Some days the moment of beauty feels like it's nothing more than the fact that one of the propane burners has gone down again. :(

Oh well.