The Volcano

Deb and I decided yesterday that the cold temperatures (Ok, the not quite as hot temperatures), and the changes happening at work, and life in general, called for comfort food for lunch (i.e. baked potatoes and bread from Roadhouse). Mmmmm Yum!

So we drove past the new Target that is being built across from Wal-Mart (the social center of Titusville on the weekend), and the big section of land behind Roadhouse that will be Home Depot or Lowe's (whichever is the one we do not already have), and pulled into the parking lot of Roadhouse.

Deb was driving, and for whatever reason she parked facing towards the construction site. We had taken note of a large plume of smoke to our south (the direction of the construction site, but farther away, perhaps between us and Port St. John). We discussed it as we drove, wondering if it was a controlled burn, or perhaps a training fire; we assured ourselves it was not the first brush fire of the year in spite of the fact that we both know the water table isn't what it should be.

Parked as we were, we were facing directly towards the large mound of dirt that was piled up at the outskirts of the construction zone. (Nice, dark brown dirt that looked to me like good planting soil. But what do I know? I have two black thumbs!) Beyond this big, brown mound of dirt rose the smoke plume. We both cocked our heads to the side inquisitively and observed the billowing clouds rising, it seemed, directly from the midst of the dirt mound. We discussed the different shades of color and levels of billowiness. Then one of us said (probably Deb, but I can't remember now) "If you look at it out of focus it looks kinda like a volcano." And the other of us (probably me) agreed.

And then we went inside and ate lunch. And it was good. And there was much rejoicing. And then we went back to work. And I tried to stay awake on the phones. Now THAT was a challenge.