We managed to have almost a full week of class this week at the trucker’s school. We did let out early on Tuesday due to too much ice on the lot. (Some was the most beautiful shade of metallic blue, when seen from just the right angle. Of course, it was a mixture of diesel fuel, anti-freeze, brake fluid and motor oil that probably gave it that lovely sheen.) Our time was spent practicing straight-line backing and doing three different types of parking or docking maneuvers. I left a little early Friday due to there not being time to get a second round of maneuvers in before quitting time. I had plans anyway, so I could use the extra time. We should start getting out on the road next week, but that will remain to be seen. The bad weather has sort of jammed up the schedule of various classes that are normally two weeks apart. I don’t blame the school, they can’t control the weather.
My youngest granddaughter’s birthday was on the 25th, but the weather was too bad to get with her then, so we had to cancel. The same thing happened last year and she was heart-broken. She’d seen her older sister get dinner at Olive Garden, complete with the cake and having the waiters and waitresses sing “Happy Birthday,” so she was hoping for the same. This year, we were determined to make it happen, no matter HOW belated it was. She’s seven, so she adored all the attention and had a very good time. She even got a couple belated gifts from us and a card. Our waitress was older and not the fastest, but she was sweet and very patient, so maybe it was for the best. She got a good tip. Our daughter-in-law’s son was along and acted like a normal 13-year-old, so of course his mother was embarrassed. I told her not to worry about it; her husband was no picnic at that age either! He’s turned out fairly well, though, so I suspect her boy will do the same.
I’m not getting much blogging done during the week. I have to go to bed at 9 to get up at 4:30 and be there at 7, and that doesn’t leave much time after getting the wife and dog out of the house for a while, so they won’t die of cabin fever. It would be better if I could get back to sleep after my time up during the “wee” hours of the morning, when I and the dog have to drain our tanks. Sometimes I lay there for an-hour-and-a-half before I drift back off. Even then, I usually beat the alarm by a few minutes to half-an-hour. When we got back from taking my granddaughter out last night, I was too tired to even go on the computer, so I lay down on the floor, in front of the TV, and promptly started snoring away. I did get online a couple hours later and catch up with Facebook, reading other folk’s blogs and responding to comments on mine. I also posted a few links on both.
I guess this will be the same drill when I finally get a job. I think I’m getting too old to work for a living; maybe I’ll win the lottery! I keep forgetting to buy a ticket, though, so that probably won’t happen. Oh well, I’ve always earned my way by the sweat of my brow like the Lord intended; I’m blessed to have the opportunity, many DON”T.
This may be my only personal post this weekend. I need to start my taxes and keep working at cataloging old family photos, and there’s not enough time for THAT either. My wife and dog BOTH feel neglected. When I lay down on the floor last night, the dog came over and lay against my belly and dozed off, too. I told my wife that there was room for three, but she declined. Imagine that! © 2014