I vocalized to Krl my feelings that I was finally getting a good handle on everything here on the jobsite. It's taken long enough! It has just seemed like there was always another project. Usually some sort of report or having to climb in a truck and help catch up. While Monday was extremely busy, it was a productive day.

Sunday was tremendous. As I had guessed, we went to the Cattle Baron. Krl ordered crab legs (an entire pound of them, and she ate them all!), Kyle Patrick Henry went with the Texas sized chicken fried steak, and I had the New York Strip Peppercorn steak. It was wonderful, we were stuffed. We had several stops to make while in town so it was probably a good thing that one involved the mall and some walking. The final stop of the day was the grocery store and it was packed. As Krl put it, "Kyle wore us out" while in the store. Actually he did more shopping than he ever has. They had a big sale going on Banquet frozen dinners but Kyle wasn't interested. "Ya'll got me hooked on those Stouffers", he exclaimed. As an added bonus he now owns three different varieties of chicken nuggets. Although he bought lunch meat he bought no bread. Krl and I wonder, but we have decided not to interfere.

One of my first jobs Monday was to go to Midland to have the forklift cylinder repaired. They encouraged me to run other errands instead of waiting. While I was out and about I decided to stop in at Denny's and have breakfast. I love breakfast.

The waitress was cordial enough. Bright and cheery, very personable. As a waitress she left much to be desired. She has to be ADD. She would fill a drink and leave it sitting, she was constantly retracing her footsteps to complete delivering an order. She would leave a menu and fail to go back for the order.

After I had ordered I had a long extended wait. I enjoyed a crisp diet Coke and was watching people. It seems that that particular area is a hot spot for homeless people. Lots of people with card board signs with different proclamations. (One simply said, "Hungry", with no illusion or relation to work). There seemed to be a constant stream of these people coming into the restaurant to use their restroom. My waitress was kind and soft spoken to them while other wait staff asked when they were going to be paying customers! Finally, a young man came in, only to find the men's room occupied. He sat down at the counter and ordered a large water. My waitress complied and kept it topped with fresh water. Finally, when the restroom was available this gentleman got up and told my waitress in his rush to get out of bed, he had forgotten his wallet. He continued, telling her he had overslept and would never have ordered if he had known he didn't have his wallet. The waitress smiled and told him "Don't worry about it, I'll just carry it on an IOU."

When I left, I tipped my waitress for her heart, not for her service.

When I returned to the trailer last evening I told Krl about my experience at Denny's and she scolded me for not offering to buy this man breakfast. To be honest I didn't even think about it, but in retrospect it would have been an on going project (we would have had to open a buffet).

That's why I married Krl. She has a good heart.

FATHER, thank YOU for Krl and her kind heart. Thank YOU for waitresses that have heart and compassion. Forgive me for not seeing the whole picture. Expand my boundaries.