This last trip out ... I felt like I nearly lost my mind! OMW!!!
Sulphur Springs to El Paso ... then, several trips up to Portales ... finished with a load of cream from Las Cruces to Winnsboro. Now home for a couple of days.
Sounds long ... and it was a LOT longer than it sounds!!!
~The truck broke down 3 or 4 times. Left us sitting on the side of the road one afternoon in Mescalero, NM - middle of the Apache Indian Reservation. Left us sitting at a truck stop in Anthony TX - twice - (thank God it was at a truck stop!) ... then, left us sitting in basically a ghost town - Toyah TX. The last time, a wrecker had to be called out and we were towed in to Odessa. Sat at the truck shop till 2 a.m. while the mechanic worked overtime to get us back on the road.
~Rick had to do a reset while out ... and we were in Portales, NM. Found out that there are NO truck stops in Portales. So, we opted to rent a motel room for the 34 hours, because the ac is not blowing hard or cool enough to spend 34 hours in 100* days just sitting there. It was a small, nice, and cheap room. At least we got a shower, and Rick got to control the TV remote! LOL
~We had never had an Irish soda - but we did in Portales. We walked across the street from the motel to the water shop to get a gallon of water and a bag of ice. They had Irish soda's. OMW! SOOOOO GOOOOOD!!! :-) (Sounds good now! :-))
~During the breakdown time at the truck stop in Anthony TX, I decided to get my hair done. Alicia did a very good job in giving me a spiral perm. Looks good and even. She is such a sweet lady. It was worth the time and the price just to get to know her. :-)
~The hardest part of the whole trip out was dealing with this body of mine ... going thru "the change" SUCKS!!! I will be so thankful to get to the other side of it all ... and just be that "crone"... sigh.
~So many things on the "to-do" list while we are here at the house ... just wonder how many we will actually get done. Sigh. Always seems to be more than we do.
~I wonder why the first day back from a long trip like this always seems to be a bad day for Rick and I? If we are going to have a major argument - it will be on the first day back from a long trip out. IDK ... maybe it is just that we are both tired and stressed. Road weary. And we each have our own way of dealing with it all. IDK ... all I do know? I don't like the "first days" very much! It is always a blessing just to see the "first day" be over. Breathe in and breathe out ... pray for a better day today.
~Joshua called me last night and talked a long time. :-) I needed to hear his voice, and I needed to hear the words he spoke to me, too.
He told me how much influence I have had over him thru the years. How much just knowing I was here has helped him to make the better and more right choices in life.
Mainly because he knew that if he screwed up - he would have to endure "THE LOOK" from momma! LOL I laughed so hard at the Goober! LOL
~Well, I didn't go completely out of my mind ... yet.
But this day has just begun. So, we shall see ... we h
Yes, it is the "weekend" ... but in the life of a trucker - there is not much of a traditional "weekend" to be had. Sigh. And sadly, most people never even think about that.
A trucker sleeps when he/she can.
Eats when hungry, and can either find somewhere that will allow truck parking, or find a place to pull over and grab something out of the ice chest.
(And yes, we will occasionally take longer than it takes to eat in a restaurant. We will sit there after the meal is eaten, sometimes even sitting there after we have paid. No, we don't need to hear the rude comments about "people sitting there for no good reason". If the place is very busy, we won't take the time ... usually. But you know? Sometimes we just need a few minutes of not feeling the seat under our butts moving!)
Goes to the bathroom at the nearest truck stop or rest area. (And most people just see these bathrooms as "public restrooms" ... as a trucker and wife - we see them as OUR bathroom! So, when we are in there brushing our teeth, or taking longer in a stall than what you think we should - get over it! We don't need to hear your words of hatefulness over the "rudeness" of people who take too long! We have been without a bathroom for miles upon miles while bringing you the very things you rely on for your life! Give us a break!!!)
We miss the "LIFE" ...
Going to church on Sunday mornings ... a nice family/friend lunch ... a Sunday afternoon nap ... maybe church again Sunday night.
Work Monday thru Friday ... home at night ... supper around the table, a little TV, a hot shower or bath, and crawl into our own bed with our own pillows and covers.
Saturday - a day to either do some "honey-do's" or just kickback ... sit in the shade with a cold glass of iced tea, fish a little, take a long walk in the country, cook out on the grill ...
sigh ... yes, we remember the "LIFE" ...
And now? We are the ones out here on the road helping to insure that everyone has what they need or want for their "LIFE".
But with little to no thanks or appreciation. Mostly just griping and complaining about how much space the trucks take up on the highways ... how heavy they are on the parking lots ... how they block driveways and intersections ... how they won't just stop for a car to pull in front and slam on the brakes for no good reason.
If you wear it, drink it, eat it, use it - at some point, it came on a truck!!! There are few things that never see a truck ... honestly? I can't think of ONE thing that never sees a truck!!!
The truckers aren't asking for major pats on the back ... nor or they asking to "own the roads" ...
BUT they do ask for an occasional - "Thank you for your service in keeping America going" ... and ask for a bit more tolerance on the roads!
Rick and I have seen some "amazing" things that people have done on the roads during these months of him driving and me riding along.
Small cars trying to pass him on an overpass turn, on the shoulder ... and then getting angry when there wasn't room to stay on the shoulder, she had to take a bit of the ditch. What good sense says that her little car is going to stop an 18 wheeler when she pulls in front of him and slams on the brake??? Rick was pushing 80,000 pounds! OMW!!!
And the guy with a pick up full of kids - Rick in his lane, the pick up in his own lane ... all of a sudden, the pick up whips over in front of Rick - who is doing highway speed - and slams his brakes on! We couldn't even see the back of the pickup! Just knew that Rick's truck was going to run over the top of those kids! But thank God for His protection!
Then, the Sion full of teenagers that drove between Rick and another tanker wanting the 2 tanker trucks to just move out of the way and let her pass. Mind you - Rick was in his lane, the other truck was in his lane ... there was NO LANE IN THE MIDDLE!!! And there was no way for either truck to move over! What were they thinking? Oh, wait - they WEREN'T!!!
Guess that is my rant for the day ...
Just remember the next time a trucker irritates you, that you are eating and drinking and driving/riding and wearing and using ALL that a trucker has brought to you!
Without trucks - America doesn't roll!!!
(Oh, and we well know that there are truckers that actually deserve every comment and "finger" ... but NOT ALL do!)
Had a long (and good) talk with my son last night. :-)
We talked about life and home and work ...
and about trusting God.
It is hard to trust in a God that you cannot see or hear. You believe He is with you, you believe He sees and hears, you believe that He cares. But without skin on Him - it is hard sometimes to really trust in Him.
Until ... He uses life reality and lessons to teach us how.
In the course of conversation last night, I asked Joshua if he and his sister always understood their daddy and me in those years of growing up? The decisions we made. The things we said or did. Did they, our kids, always understand? Or did they always agree with us? No and No.
But - they always loved us and trusted us.
"Shut up momma. (LOL) That is not the answer I was wanting to hear right now! (LOL)"
And I think Joshua was right - sometimes God says no because He doesn't want to clean up our messes! LOL
I remember when Mandy and Joshua were little - there was time that they wanted Play-Doh. I said "no" ... not because it was bad for them, not because it was going to harm them in any way. But because I didn't want to clean up the mess that I knew they would make and leave! (BTW - they did eventually get Play-Doh ... when they were old enough to clean up their mess! LOL)
And sometimes God says no because He doesn't want to listen to us belly-ache over what He gave us ... when it was exactly what we asked for!
Joshua said that he knew a barrel full of cotton candy would not do long term damage to his kids - but he also knew that it would give them a belly-ache and make them sick. And that he and their momma would be the ones to listen and to clean it all up. So, his answer? Yes, you can have a serving of cotton candy - but NO you cannot have a barrel full.
And if we being evil know how to be good parents ... how much more does our Father in heaven know? And where do we get the knowledge to be good in the first place?
So, trusting in God isn't easy. But it is the only way that works!
Lord, help me trust in you with all my heart.
Lean not on my own understanding (which I don't have to start with).
Acknowledge you in all my ways.
You have promised to direct my paths and make them straight before me. Keep me to them.
Show me how to live in honor to you today.
I long to have a miracle in this body of mine.
I have been dealing with the "change" now for about 12 years. Endured night sweats, hot flashes, mood swings, the aches and pains of the hormone changes ...
But by far, the hardest thing to deal with has been the period junk. (Sorry if that is too much information... sigh... but it is the reality of my life and body - and begins the basis for this post.)
I have prayed and cried ... I have reached for the hem of His garment. Wanting the miracle that the woman in the Bible received. She had had an "issue of blood" for 12 years. Spent all she had. Had no hope. Sought after Jesus. Reached for the hem of His garment. Got a miracle. Was healed. Jesus said, "Someone touched me."
I have prayed. And cried. I have sought. I have reached out. But for whatever reason - no hem of His garment can I find to touch. And no healing miracle have I received.
I have tried to praise Him in the storms. Even tho He has not swooped in and saved the day for me.
Tried to just trust in Him with all my heart - leaning not on my own understanding. Course, I have had no understanding to lean on!
Spent so much time and money - trying this and trying that. Talking to other women. Listening to doctors and nurses.
I'm done. Exhausted. Worn out.
Still - no hem of His garment do I even see. Wondering if I would have the faith now to even reach out and touch it if I could see it.
And in these hours of sitting and riding over the roads and thru the mountains this week, I still pray. Still ask God to "stop the bleeding".
Why must I be punished? Why can I not have a miracle? These are my questions to God.
And His answer?
Have I stopped to consider that He has given me miracles?
...a husband who is more understanding of this body of mine than I am. Than what other husbands are - or at least from what I hear other wives say.
...bathrooms when I need them.
...as bad as it has been - I still go and do. I am not in the bed with any of it.
...times with the kids and grandkids even in the midst of it all.
But God, these are not the miracles I want!!! Sigh.
Lord, help me to see and to appreciate the miracles that you give to me - even when they aren't the ones I want.
In all of these hours up and thru and over the mountains - I have been doing a lot of thinking and praying. Not much else to do in a milk transport truck while going on these rough roads. Sigh.
You ever have a time when you cry with bitter tears at what you no longer have? What you didn't want at the time, but now you long for it? What you didn't appreciate at the time, but now you do?
Momma always said that you won't miss the water till the well runs dry. Guess this is my life lesson in that truth. Sigh.
Back when lived in our little RV I spent time grouching about it. How small it was. How little space I had to store things, or to put things after buying them. How much I wanted a HOUSE.
And now? I have a HOUSE. But I am not there enough to call it a home. Besides, there is a long story to it all - and it isn't a fairy tale where we live happily ever after ... sigh. So, now, I find myself struggling with those bitter tears of sorrow and regret. Wishing that I had just kept my mouth shut, my heart right - and still lived in our little RV. Sigh.
And for several years, Rick worked in dairy sales. Selling the chemicals, some equipment, supplies, service - all those things that make a dairy run. He spent hours upon hours working. Sometimes as much as 18 hours a day for 7 days.
Again, I grouched and whined. I wanted a more "regular" job for him. A job so that we could spend more time together. A job that would pay the bills and offer some benefits. A job that Rick didn't have to work so hard with. A job that was actually more HIS - where I didn't have to do so much.
I was tired, grouchy, and stupid.
Now? Rick drives a milk transport truck. He doen't have to do that much physical labor. But the hours are HORRIBLE. There is no rhyme or reason. No schedule. Oh, we spend time together - sometimes I wonder if it is too much. But it is time spent in the cab of the truck, watching life thru the windshield. The paychecks pay the bills. And allow us to afford to live in the truck on the roads. Not much else. There is little to nothing for me to do - but sit down, shut up and hold on. Roads are just too rough ... sigh.
So, yes - bitter tears. Struggling to just accept that this is the life we have - at least for now. And praying every day that God will have mercy on us, open a door to something else!
Then, I wonder - and realize. Paul talked about learning to be content with what you have, with where you are.
What will the next "house" be like? Better or worse than what we have now? Will there be bitter tears there too over what I don't have now?
What about the next "job"? Better or worse? Bitter tears to follow these?
Lord, help me to be more content. More appreciative. More trusting of you in all of this.
Rick had a SS to Lubbock run Monday and Tuesday of last week.
Thought for an hour or so that he was going to be off on Wednesday ... but the "phone call" came ...
Dispatch sent him to El Paso ... to take some loads from there to Portales, NM.
I had intended on staying home the rest of last week - but after that phone call, and knowing that it would be many days/nights alone ... I came with him.
We made it to El Paso on Thursday. He picked up the first load. Spent the night at the Flying J in Anthony, TX. Left early the next morning on our way up and over the mountains, into Portales. Sit there several hours with the only bathroom being a port-a-potty. Finally unloaded. He drove back to El Paso. Dropped the trailer. Again, to the Flying J in Anthony. Got there around midnight. A light supper. Showers. To bed. 3 a.m.
Next morning - he picked up the load. We went back thru and over the mountains. Again to Portales. Again, several hours of waiting time. Again, drive back to El Paso. Got to the Flying J around 2 a.m. A light supper ... bed at 3:30 a.m.
<<My body is having a hard time ruling over my mind on these times. I have gotten up for so long between 2 a.m. and 4 a.m. that to go to bed at that time is a struggle. Even tho I am tired and sleepy - my mind keeps screaming that it is time to get up, while my body is saying, "I don't think so!" Sigh.>>
Pick up another load on Sunday ... start up into the mountains. Alarm goes off. This is the heaviest load so far. On the hottest day so far.
Got to Mescalero, NM - truck shut down while we were going up the mountain. Rick got it steered to the shoulder. Let it sit and cool just a bit, then it started back - allowing us to have the ac while we waited on the repair guy.
A leak in the air hose that operates the fan clutch. A patch job using J-B Weld and tape ... we are back on the road - 4 hours later.
Make it up and over the summit (almost 7600 feet). On into Portales. Bay was empty, so Rick scaled, pulled in, tank was unloaded and washed, sent on our way.
Rick was out of hours by this time ... so it iwas time for a 34 hour reset.
Rick got us a motel room at the Sands Motel in Portales, NM.
Spent the day yesterday just resting and watching some TV. I worked on bills and checkbook, some other paperwork, and even did a couple of things on the computer.
Showers ... good hot water. Shower felt like a hard but soft rain.
We walked across the street early yesterday. There is a water shop. Rick wanted a gallon of water and a bag of ice. They also sell Irish soda's. He got a Lime, I got a Root Beer. Never had a soda with whipped cream on it - but it was GOOOOOOOOD! :-)
Anyway ... reset is over today. So, this morning, we will be gathering our things about us, loading and settling back into the truck.
On the road again ... hmmm... sounds like a song!
We went to church yesterday, New Beginnings.
It was good. But it was hard.
I love the church. Pastor Jeremy and his sweet wife, Del. All of the people there. And I miss them so very much!!!
We have gone to this church for the last 5 years, ever since we moved back from Idaho. Well, gone there whenever we were in Sulphur Springs during a church time. (Mostly.) There have been times that we didn't go for whatever reason - right or wrong. Tines that I deeply regret now. Sigh.
There have been a couple of stretches of time that we went and didn't miss a service. Began to be involved and really get that "roots" going. And then ... for whatever reason (usually job related) we have not gone. Sigh.
My old heart can only take so much. And to be honest? I feel very much that I have reached the bottom of my heart with all of this.
I am so hungry for church! The times of praise and worship, sitting under the teaching and preaching of the Word, fellowship with other believers. The family type setting, the accountability, just being involved in something that is bigger than me, and that is more far reaching than the end of my nose. Sigh.
But to only go occasionally. My heart is just not set up that way. Does that make sense?
No one - not even Rick - knew what it cost me to go to church yesterday. Only God knew the cost of the oil in my Alabaster Box.
God, help me please.
Rick got home from Little Rock last night, and we had a DATE! :-) It's been a while - way too long - since we really "went out".
We spend so much time together that we forget in the midst of work and house and life that we still need that quality one on one time - away from work and house and life.
We went to Foster's Place in Pickton. Ordered a pizza - no sauce, canadian bacon, mushrooms, green peppers, red onions on 1/2 and black olives on the other 1/2. Jalepeno peppers on the side. Garden salad. Mozzerella cheese sticks. It was all GOOD. :-)
Then, we were blessed to hear Jacoby Smith sing. He is amazing! Songs of George Strait, Keith Whitley, Charley Pride - love songs, slow songs, toe tapping songs. Really enjoyable!
2 hours later, we come home.
Life hits full force! A spider from @&@& was on the frame of the back door. OMW!!! That thing was huge! I have a TERROR of the small spiders! OMW!!! I could have shot it! It was that huge!
Rick grabbed the poison spray and doused it really good. Course, it didn't die immediately. Oh, no! It had to run under the frig. So, Rick put a good stream of the poison all around the frig on the floor. We go out of the kitchen.
Just a few minutes later, I walked back into the kitchen and there is the monster! Sitting on the floor in front of the frig! OMW!!!
I grabbed the flyswatter and stretched as far as I could, took aim, and swatted! Screaming the whole time! OMW!!! It was bigger than the flyswatter!!! But thankfully my aim was DEADLY!!!
No, I did not pick it up! That is not in my job description! Much to the chagrin of my husband. But I do not care! I am not going to get that close even to a dead spider!
SHUDDER ... SHAKE ... SHIVER!!!
Oh, the terror!!!
Needless to say, it was a rough night!!! After seeing one of those monster things I have the hardest time getting to the point that they don't haunt and torment me - even when I cannot see them!
And these are the "wolf spiders" - those creepy, hairy things that lunge and chase you. OMW!!!!!
Lord in Heaven - deliver me!!!
Rick was off yesterday. Day was spent around the house. Did a few little things.
Cooked chicken and dumplings - which were good fresh, but not so good as leftovers. I don't know what went wrong. I used flour tortillas for the dumplings like I have done for a long time. And they were really, really good at lunch. So good that we decided to have leftovers for supper ... not good. The tortillas had become soggy and icky. Yuk! Even Rick couldn't eat them ... and Rick eats anything! LOL
Oh well ...
Dispatch told Rick yesterday to just call in this afternoon. He was using the morning to sleep in. Phone rang around 7 a.m. Dispatch needed him to come in and pick up a trailer of milk - haul to Little Rock.
Rush around ... and he left.
Called me a little later and said that the lady that had started to Little Rock with the load this morning was called back because her dad was rushed to the hospital. We remember that family in prayer. God knows what is going on.
Rick left the shop around 9 a.m. - about 4 hours to Little Rock. Hopefully they will accept his load today - sometimes if a truck is later, they won't. We are hoping tho that the receiver has a good heart of understanding in this situation.
We shall see ...
Anyway - I am at the house today ... using the day to try and do some paperwork and computer stuff. Almost unbelievable at how far behind you can get! Ouch! Sigh.
We watched Julie & Julia the other day ... one of my absolute favorites! :-) Excellent movie! Laughs, tears, thought provoking ...
Watched The Bucket List last night. Another excellent movie. Again, laughs, tears, and majorly thought provoking.
Hmmm...what would be my "bucket list"???
Seems that every time I turn on the news - radio, tv, internet - there is someone else who has "lost it" because of this economy.
October 1, 2008 - best company Rick had ever worked for closed with no warning. The first "big" stock market dive in years and years. And we were left with little to nothing. Well, little to nothing in this world ...
We still had our God, and He had us.
We still had one another, our kids and our grandkids.
Hearing the words of Lee Greenwood - God Bless the USA.
Starting over ... hard to do.
So, yes, I understand the fear, the worries, the hopelessness of the future. I understand the sleepless nights, the wandering days. Trying to distinguish between needs and wants - and finding out that a lot of what you once thought were needs are nothing but wants of convenience. Sigh.
There have been many times in these last 4 years that we wondered if we were going to survive the storm of it all. But God has proven faithful time and time again. Showing His hand of care and provision and protection.
We haven't always had what we wanted ... but we have certainly had what we needed.
We have stories upon stories of God's working in all of this.
God IS good! All the time!
We have learned a lot ... and still learnING. Even those lessons that we have learned, we struggle with putting them into practice day to day.
It is one thing to have the head knowledge of something, entirely something else to have the practical experience of reality living.
My heart hurts, my spirit grieves for all those caught in the storms of economy ... those who are being thrown about in the fears and worries and needs of this life.
We as Christians are to be the salt and light of life to this world.
If we are His hands ... ???
O God. Find a way to use me today.
After getting a day at the house ...
Trip from SS to Lubbock and back to SS.
We took a side trip - went by and visited with Joshua, Dessie,
Shell and Kyla! MUCH needed momma and grannee time!
They met us at the Dairy Queen in Graham. It is a very quiet and nice place to visit when we can't get by the house. Thankful that it is there - with good parking for the truck. Thankful, too, that they don't care how long we stay, nor how loud Grannee and the grandkids get! LOL
Some days I miss being a Momma so much. Oh, I know that I am still a Momma - will always be Momma. But I miss the day to day stuff of being a Momma. Sigh.
My children run thru my memories so much lately.
I see their faces, I hear their voices.
I can feel their arms about me when we hugged and snuggled
And the regrets of my soul are those times and days that I took
it all for granted ... and the times that I didn't appreciate it all, even the times I resented not having "ME" time. Sigh.
"Remember When ... " by Alan Jackson haunts me more than I like to admit these days.
It's hard sometimes not to be filled with resentment and bitterness over the way our life has turned out.
0h, I know that we are blessed.
Blessed in ways that money cannot touch, let alone buy.
And I really do try to count those blessings. In fact, most days counting those blessings is what keeps me "sane"! My LIFE-line.
Rick had to have a couple things looked at (and hopefully fixed) on the truck yesterday. So, he was off.
Lunch with Bro. Jeremy - thank you for the smiles and the laughter! Thank you for showing me Jesus! :-)
A little time shopping - Christian Bookstore and then Wal-mart.
To the house ... cold watermelon on a hot day. :-)
Watched the movie, 2012, last night. Talk about special effects! OMW!!!
Only God knows ...
As a Christian, there is nothing to fear about the end of our world. But as a human - well ...
Rick called dispatch on Wednesday ... load out to New Orleans. He wanted me to go. So, we pack and load ... leave. We are enjoying the time together ...
Get to Hughes Springs. We had not had lunch, so we decided to stop at the Sonic. Rick walked across the street to get us a burger and a drink. Back in the truck, start out of town.
The truck died. Just died.
Rick first thought it was out of diesel. But he is very aware of the fuel, so that didn't seem very likely. Besides, not enough miles on the tank to be even low enough to make the truck die.
Find a wide spot on the side of the road, pull over.
Truck will not start.
Rick called the shop. Was told that they would send a guy out with the diesel truck.
2 1/2 hours later, diesel truck pulls up. (First service truck had broke down just a few minutes away from the shop, guy had to return to the shop and get another service truck. Sigh.)
Diesel is put into tank ... filter is filled ... primed ... Still nothing.
Shop is called. After an hour of all this, decision was made to just send a wrecker out with another truck for Rick. Will haul his truck back to the shop.
2 1/2 hours later, wrecker arrives. By this time, we have decided to walk back the 1/2 mile to the little motel at the corner - The Wildflower Inn. Got a room for the night - mainly a bathroom! LOL
Wrecker stopped and picked Rick up - back to the truck. Trucks/trailer all changed out, hooked up.
Rick came back to the motel. Wrecker stopped. We got our stuff out the one truck and put it all into the borrowed truck.
(Side note - be careful getting a wooden TV table out of the truck!!! Rick was in the truck, I was standing on the ground. Rick handed the TV table to me, I wasn't able to get a good hold of it before he let go. WHACK!!! The heavy part of the table hit me across the bridge of my nose! Tears welled up, nose swelled. Head hurt!!!)
... Small world note - we were talking with the guy who was driving the wrecker, and one word led to a conversation. :-) He mentioned that he had spent part of his growing up in the Brinker Community. Hmmmm...well, after a few questions - He is John Cooper's grandson! Janet's son! :-)!!! OMW!!! John was our pastor since we were both little kids! Rick went to school with Janet, and I was in the same class as Janet's brother, Brent. So, we had a few laughs and a good conversation at midnight in a motel parking lot! :-)
After this afternoon/evening - we were exhausted! Off to bed. Sleep the sleep of ones exhausted!
Next morning, off to New Orleans.
Stopping in Shreveport at the Flying J for COFFEE!!!!!
Roads were rough, but the truck rode better. My seat was better - adjustable and air-ride.
Rick was next in line at New Orleans plant. We got there about 5 p.m. and we were leaving around 8 p.m. or so.
Made it back to La Place, LA ... called it a night. Because of the truck change, Rick didn't have any bedding - so we called the Days Inn and got a room there. Hot showers, supper, and a little TV. A quiet and peaceful, clean and comfortable room. Deep breath.
Up and back to the Pilot early yesterday morning. COFFEE!!!
Nose is bruised and sore.
Body is tired and aching.
But thankfully, our spirits are still good. We are trying to see God's hand in it all.
Realizing in so many ways it could have been worse ...
...God granted the truck to go down just 1/2 mile from a clean and cheap motel.
...The wide spot where we parked and sat with no ac was under a mass of trees. Trees that were on the west side of us and shaded us from the heat of the afternoon.
...The trees and undergrowth gave place to flutterbies, and lightening bugs. :-)
...We were no farther from the shop than about an hour and half.
...Cody was the one to come out and pick the truck up with the wrecker - one that we could share memories with.
...Rick didn't lose his temper one time in the midst of it all.
...Although we both needed a bathroom - we didn't have to have one. KWIM? Tummies were calm and quiet while we waited.
...And once finally getting to New Orleans (which is notorious for having long lines, and having to wait for hours) - it was a short wait, and then in and out of the bay.
The trip back to the house - not so good. Roads were HORRIBLE!!! I-49 in Louisiana was rougher than anything we have been on in a LONG, LONG time!!!
We both felt beaten by the time we go to the house.
Rick called in and talked to dispatch. He has traded trucks. The one that was brought to him - he likes better. I like my seat in it better! My seat is fully adjustable and air-ride!
So, last evening was spent switching stuff in and out ... trying to make some sense out of it all.
Finally, calling it a day. Supper. A movie - McClintock. We needed the laughs from that movie. LOVE IT!!!
Rick has gone to Shreveport today. I have opted to stay here at the house. So much that needs done.
Overwhelming ... but little by little ...
So why "Scattered Feathers" ? ? ?
You can read it here