Silent night, kind of!
The days of 'round the clock running are behind us. At ten minutes until five Tuesday morning, Juan turned the power off at the console and the big plant coasted to a stop. The day crew came on as usual, but in a cleaning mode. Frank, the plant superintendent was trying to get all the miles out of all the people he could before night crew members and other selected personnel began to leave today. The night crew came back on at noon to assist in the heavy cleanup efforts.
When five in the evening came, it was time to celebrate. The plant had put together an end of season party prior to the departure of the night crew. Ribeyes, baked potatoes, salad, some veggies and lots and lots of beer. It was an excellent meal, prepared by a few of the patrons. Neat part is that the crews were the guests of honor.
While the big plant was idle, the party went well into the night. Finally after over seven hours of partying, the party left the parking lot and went to some of the private residence on the back of the jobsite. Even now I still can almost feel the reverberations of the thumping bass of the mexican music.
I find myself jealous of those leaving, but more precisely I find myself jealous of Baldemar and Kyle. Kyle left this afternoon, Baldemar leaves at four in the morning. Me, I've got another week and a day before we can fold our tent and go home. That means we would be home on the 22nd.
I hate it when we arrive just ahead of Christmas.
We do have the option this weekend of going home but Krl thinks it would be better spent going to Midland and trying to shop for the smaller grandbabies. The older ones have some pretty weird gift requests. The oldest wants to have her moles removed from her tummy! Weird!
All I want for Christmas is.........
Home, sweet home.
Trc called today saying they were at the orthodontist with Ln. She has had a terrible headache for the last week and for the last year has had recurring headaches ever since she got her concussions playing basketball last year. The next step appears to be an MRI.
FATHER, deliver us!
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