My daughter, Tanya, text me the other day and asked if I had not posted since February, or if she had missed getting the blog notifications. I told her that I had not posted.
Life has a way of getting in the way.
At my job as a Fuel Tanker Driver, I work long, hard hours. Then, with having a house to take care of, there is always something that needs to be done. Top it off with being in a FANTASTIC relationship with a FANTASTIC Lady, well, when there is available time, I'd rather spend it with her than doing much of anything else! As I have said, I waited 35 years to find her, and she has been worth the wait.
So let me update all y'all with what happened today, and work my way backwards.
This time of year is great, what with being harvest time, et al. The local apple trees are shedding their fruit, and I, being a Professional Scavenger, look for the opportunity to gather the apples for cooking and eating. Now I digress a bit.
My Lady didn't have much of a childhood, and you can read about her melodrama in her book:
FATLASH! Food Police & the Fear of Thin So when I told her about taking my kids, Tanya & Terence, when they were young, out to the parks and gathering apples with them, she was intrigued. The kids were small and nimble enough to be able to climb most trees without hurting themselves. But there were many apples that they couldn't reach. And besides, other kids had the same idea. So I had made an apple picker with two pieces of aluminum tubing so that one slid down inside the other for easy transport, but had a reach of about 15 feet. Add that to my height, and there were a lot of apples that we could get. When I unhooked the apple and it fell, the kids would try to catch them. Great eye-hand coordination exercise! If you didn't catch the apple, you got bonked on the head. Hmmmmm, that explains a lot..... So I made another one on Tuesday, and My Lady and I went out apple gathering. I have apple butter simmering in a crock pot as I write this!
For a couple of years now, Gray Oil Company has been wanting me to go to work for them, but I've declined. They run bobtails, or as we call them, "short trucks". As the joke goes, I used to have to ride the short bus to school, so why would I want to drive a short truck for work? Well, they merged with Rex Oil in May and had a transport, or tractor-trailer combo, come available, so they asked me to go to work for them. They made me an offer I couldn't refuse! So I put in my two weeks notice with Brad, and started working for them.
I took a week off before starting with Gray Oil to build a shed that we desperately needed for storage. Since I had built the "chicken coop from hell" at the ranch, I had a good idea what to do. We had checked in to buying a kit from the big box stores, but then you had additions such as paint, shingles, floor, etc. For what we would pay for a kit, I built ours from scratch using steel siding, such as they use on big industrial buildings. There was/is a concrete slab which I built upon. It's a combination quonset hut and conventional steel building.
I decided to take my years and miles of driving experience and put them to good use, so I joined a coalition called Drive Smart Weld County Just click on the link and it will take you there. We go to schools and give presentations to the Freshmen about the dangers and pratfalls they will encounter when they get their Drivers License. Since I am the Professional Truck Driver, I get to tell them about the etiquette of driving around big rigs.
Then, before all this came down, I acquired a '98 Jeep Wranger!!! I missed my Jeep of yore.
Back in February, My Lady & I went to Florida to visit my Sister, my Nephew and his wife, and to thaw out. While there I was able to eliminate one of the items on my "bucket list"; we went deep sea fishing. Caught lots of fish and had a great time! Had a wonderful visit. Always too short.
I have pictures of most of what I've told you about, but for some reason they don't want to download. If I can get it done, I'll update the blog. Or E-mail me and I'll do what I can to send them to you.
In the meantime, keep the rubber side down and your head up!