AVAILABILITY
FL04 UNAVAILABLE Injuries - We hope Sammy recovers soon.
FL05 UNAVAILABLE Repairs
FL06 AVAILABLE
FL07 Assigned FEMA Base Camp, Galveston, Texas
Christmas is coming in...
7 more days
-3 below zero here this morning. I sat in the hot tub last night....about 8 pm.... my hair froze... while sitting in the water. Now that's just way too cold. 105 degree water, with steam rising into the air... and frozen hair. As I sat there, I wondered if anybody's hair has ever froze while in Tahiti. I doubt it. I closed my eyes and dreamed of white sands, coconut trees, warm ocean water, beautiful sunsets.....then I was hit in the face with a cool breeze...not a cool breeze, but a cold breeze. Snapped me right smack into reality. I was nt in Tahiti....I am in Freeziti. Have I mentioned that hate the snow?
My little game with the county road dude continued throughout the day. I moved "his snow" back into his roadway. He then came screamin' by with his giant plow and threw another berm across my drive-way. If I said how I really feel about this guy, I would be arrested. I am thinking of ways to block his flow of snow....just as he approaches my drive-way. I can't think of anything that wouldn't cause him to crash. I can't do that. I'll just keep pushin his "litter" back into the road. I giggle everytime....cuz it just pisses him off something horrible.
I told him he could solve this little contest, just by simply stopping for about 15 seconds and pushing the berm off to the side. Technically he is supposed to do that, due to the fact I am a Battalion Chief and Paramedic on the fire department. It is supposed to be done so I could respond to a call if needed. When there is a house on fire, I do not have a lot of extra snow plowing time on my hands. The county road dude doesn't want to hear about what might happen in the middle of the night. Why should he care....he is at home, tucked into his nice warm bed. I wonder if his view point would change if it was his house on fire....or his mother's house...you get the pic. That would be asking him to multi task his thought processes. Plan for the future. He would have to quit living in the moment and let go of his ego and pride. He would have to move my...oops...strike that..."his" berm from my drive-way. This means he will have lost this little battle of wits. The little dude on the little quad runner....with the black dog...all bundled up...would...aahh!!...he would...!!! ... WIN. The road dude would be struck right smack on the forehead with the realization, all he had to do was move the berm from the very beginning. Who knows? He may have been put on my christmas card list. A hot cup of joe on a cold morning for his extra efforts. Instead we wave at each other, both giggling at the turmoil we cause each other. Berm...plow...berm...plow...berm...plow....the saga continues.
Have great day.
dj
ps. Toaka says...(singing)
"On the sixth day of christmas, my daddy gave to me....
six breasts of chicken
FIVE BAGS of JERKY!!!!!
four nilla wafers
three bites of bacon
two rawhide chews....
and a pig ear for me....and just me."