Truck driving school hasn’t gone well for ANY of us this week. Most days began late, due to getting balky diesels warmed up, plus getting enough sand thrown on the icy lot to give them traction. One of their trucks is down; I’m not sure why. Another one is down temporarily, until they can get a new belt on the engine, I forget which one. They have three groups of students trying to take turns with one remaining “lot truck” (another was on the road). The other day, they finally got tired of all the spinning and put a better set of drive tires on it. That seemed to help a little. I actually feel bad for the school, too, as the weather has made it impossible to maintain a proper schedule.
One day was called off due to bad lot conditions. Sometimes all it takes is a couple of inches of snow to throw a monkey wrench in things. Due to all things combined, I’d only had two full turns of doing lot maneuvers in four days. After doing my “pre-trip” inspection today, they took mercy on me and jumped me a couple spots up on the list, so I could get my maneuvers done early. That was after explaining to “the boss” that I’d planned to take my wife out for our anniversary tonight, but that with a big snow supposedly on its way, I wanted to cut out early and make it lunch. Surprisingly, he agreed, so I left.
We had a nice lunch at one of our favorite restaurants (one that plays peaceful music) and laughed when we realized that the whole place was filled with old geezers and geezerettes like us. Afterwards, we stopped at a custom chocolate shop, where I got her a small bag of chocolate-covered orange rinds—something that’s becoming somewhat of an anniversary tradition for us. I then took her to one of her favorite craft stores. Later, we ran a couple errands before we headed home. For the hopelessly mismatched folks that we are, we feel that 31 years without a homicide is a miracle of sorts. Now that we’re stocked up on a few things, I guess we’ll see where a weekend of forced togetherness finds us. Wish us luck!
As you know, weathermen are famous for missing predictions by hours or even days. Sometimes, they’re even completely wrong. Today, I was amazed when they predicted snow at 4PM and it came at 3:55. Now that’s CLOSE! © 2014