Good morning readers. Thanks for coming by for a read this morning.
Feeling a bit blundery here. Got involved in a book around 10pm and around 3am discovered it was 3am and I still had 75 pages demanding my immediate attention. Decided what the hell. Storm came around 70 pages later so I was up scurrying closing everything open to rain on both vehicles.
The attempts by modern civilization to snag me into negativity and stall the process of my registering the 1978 wossname, Holiday Rambler, failed and I dotted all the necessary eyes, paid out a few hundred bucks, only had to be the tiniest bit of an ooocher of legalities. That Ford RV is now legally a resident of Texas, standing up on its hind wheels and whinnying. Next it will be wanting to vote.
This staying up all night reading without intending to is something the law ought to insist younger men do. Screws up all manner of habitual behaviors for cats and men my vintage.
Anyway, nice little rain last night.
The financial drain of all this has me thinking I’ll be online a lot today chasing through the available gate guard and pipeline guard for oilfield jobs. I need a spurt of wealth to undo what’s been done to my wallet with all this.
My friend Eddie keeps track of such things as this and tells me the gate guard think is doable, sent me some links, and when I mentioned it in town to a couple of people a couple of them gave me some email links.
A few months of that would provide the friends I owe money to a relief of the burden of me owing them money [Keith and Rich, I love you as brothers and am eternally grateful for being there when I needed you]. And the weight of not being financially solvent robbing my macho, mainly, because neither of them’s hectoring me with anything but positivist enthusiasm.