“It’s a bizarre but wonderful feeling, to arrive dead center of a target you didn’t even know you were aiming for.”

The sun is in and out of the clouds this morning. The day is warmer than it has been. Tonight will be cold, but I’ll be under my down comforter with the dog beside me keeping me even warmer. Today is an errand and an early dump day. Gracie gets to come.

Earlier I turned on the TV to watch the news. It was NECN, New England Cable Network News. An on-site reporter was in a small town where a town meeting had become raucous and subsequently shut down when banning cigarette sales was being discussed. “It’s not about tobacco — it’s about control” and “Smoke ’em if you got them” were some of the cries from the protesters. “This is about freedom; it’s my body and it’s my choice to smoke.” The reporter commented that all the outbursts caused the meeting to be adjourned. “They had a went to postponement.” That is not a typo. That is the reporter speaking off the cuff and outside the common rules of English grammar.

A totally new topic follows.

In Columbia I went to the Salt Cathedral of Zipaquirá which is inside an enormous salt mine. The mine was amazing, huge and almost eerie with blue lights shining off its walls and on the statues and altar. I noticed the salt was blackish, not at all the free-flowing white of Morton’s. I asked my guide, whom I had hired in Bogotá car and all, how the salt gets to be white. Before I knew it, I was being driven down a highway into a huge salt factory. The guide went in then came out and had me follow him. Inside the main office I got a yellow hard hat to wear and a tour of the whole factory. The man leading us spoke English and was a boss in the factory. We went all over, climbing up metal stairs and around huge machines. I learned the journey of salt from the mine to the table. The factory boss gave me a huge chunk of blackish salt as a memento. I still have it stored always in my refrigerator. I have two outstanding memories of that factory. One is walking from one side of the factory to another on a metal walkway looking down at a huge machine. The other is the taste of salt which filled my mouth during the whole tour. The air was permeated with it. I’ll never forget that taste.

In Morocco I hired a car and driver to take me into the Atlas Mountains. The driver asked if he could bring a friend. I didn’t care so the three of us left for a whole day trip. On the way back we stopped at a small factory which made olive oil as the two men wanted to buy the fresh oil. I walked around and saw the whole process of making olive oil. The men working there just nodded as I walked by them. The air was filled with the aroma of the newly pressed olives. It was not an aroma I knew but rather one redolent of many aromas.

I mention these two adventures as they were unplanned, spurn of the moment. They were serendipitous.

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8 Comments on ““It’s a bizarre but wonderful feeling, to arrive dead center of a target you didn’t even know you were aiming for.””

  1. Hedley Says:

    Driving is miserable and I have (shovel) cleared the driveway twice.

    Meanwhile all TVs will turn to the NFL Network tonight at Uncle Eric and his chums go for their 6th straight win at the Raiders. The Prince has returned from a weekend at Arrowhead where he was wearing the #72 as the Chiefs torched the Seadogs.

    I need to get my tasks done, and settle in for the evening to watch the game from the slightly different perspective of left tackle. I will spend the commercial breaks thinking of open hostilities to our date on Sunday down the Gillette.

    • katry Says:

      My Dear Hedley,
      Gracie and I are about to embark on our trip all over town. The dump is second on the list. Dog food is last.

      How much snow did you get?

      I watched the news last night to see the accumulation in Buffalo. I just can’t imagine that much snow in a couple of days, a whole winter’s worth.

      I too will give thought to the “open hostilities to our date on Sunday.” It will, I hope, be a better game than the game with the Colts last Sunday. I had expected far more from them.

      • Hedley Says:

        They were Buffaloed in Buffalo (name that tune …..Answers on a postcard please, im6 can you get this one ? )

        I don’t know, they expected 3″ which isn’t so much in say, the middle of February, but it has kept coming since yesterday lunchtime

        I really don’t think much of UMichigan-Brady except he is married to Gazelle. I threw my WSJ out at lunch when I saw some stupid article under the title “Gronk, Football’s Bouncy Castle” . I didn’t waste my time reading it

        I am still relatively uncomfortable that you have changed dump day from a Saturday, but hey, Gracie gets an early run and that is not all bad

      • katry Says:

        MDH,
        I just heard sports radio say that they probably won’t be playing in Buffalo next week either.

        I am a Brady fan. He is unassuming which I appreciate. He is totally interested in being better every time he plays.

        Gronk is a giant kid with loads of football talent.

        I had a trunkful of cardboard boxes and litter. The boxes are from Christmas gifts I’ve ordered. I needed an empty trunk to hold all the dog and cat food so off to the dump we went.

  2. olof1 Says:

    I have seen a tv program about a salt mine in Colombia where the salt was black, I guess it must have been that one. It really was a program bout that cathedral but it is the black salt I remember best. Can’t remember how it got white though.

    Grey and damp here as it has been for quite some time now. But the chimney sweeper has been here so now I have a fire in the stove again. The temperature is dropping slightly though and we might get some frost this weekend before it will get slightöy warmer again 🙂

    Have a great day!
    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Christer,
      The salt factory has process after process to turn the salt chunks white crystals.

      It stayed sunny all day today but it got chilly in the late afternoon. Gracie and I went at the dump which had the only breeze around, and it was cold.

      My heat is on and has been for a while. The nights are usually in the 30’s now.

      The weekend is supposed to be warm.

      Have a warm evening!

  3. MT C Says:

    And of course they were the very best of adventures.

    By the way, you never did say how they made the black salt white.

    Carl

    • katry Says:

      Carl,
      The salt chunks went through so many processes before they were white. I don’t remember most of them but I remember the machinery and the noise.

      I love things like that cropping on a trip.


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