I hate it when truck drivers begin to think.

That is virtually a guarantee that something is fixing to go wrong. I had one bale hauler yesterday who thought he had a pretty good day going so he went by his house. Jake rousted him out at 2 which meant the driver could have been there as much as three and a half hours. Then this driver decided he needed to go pick up medicines for his mother before he could get back on track.

My other driver picked up three loads before the first one came back for his second.

Of course this threw off the night guys as well. One driver had been pulling three loads, he got only two. The other driver was the man who had worked for me a couple of years ago and came asking for a job. He hauled only one.

Morons.

The driver I moved to backup status had been begging to haul motes to Lubbock. This morning he can't seem to answer his phone. This driver has developed a habit of needing or wanting advances, even on pay days. I find it increasingly difficult to give them to him as he is not taking full advantage of his job. He could do and has done much more than he is doing. In the beginning his pay check would be $1300 a week before taxes. Top performers are in the $1800 range. Now he is doing well to gross $600 and by the time you take taxes and advances, there isn't a whole lot left.

I can't see any reason to help him out when he continues to fail to perform his job and take advantage of opportunity.

On the other side of the plant, things are excellent. The final piece of my seed truck puzzle fell into place yesterday. Seed hoppers are empty and we are pulling down the excess in the seed house.

While we have had two employees outside of the plant injured on the job this year, inside the plant they had had none. Until yesterday. There is a man out here who I have always considered a good friend. His name is Jorge, but we call him "Big George". He was stepping into one of the many trenches under the floor of the plant, slipped and caught himself, but not before he banged his arm. The GM took him to the ER last evening and x-rays revealed it was broken. They have scheduled Big George for surgery this morning. Jorge is like a fixture out here. He has been here as long or longer than I have.

I am concerned about Krl. She continues to not feel well.

Yesterday was a horrendous day out here. Blowing dust, lint and cotton, enveloped the entire compound. Yuk! It was a welcome relief this morning when I opened the trailer door about four and the wind had changed direction. It was a gorgeous night. Clear dark night accented with sharp stars and a "filling" crescent moon. It is hard to believe how ugly this place can be one day and how gorgeous it can be the next.

If we were to stop tagging modules in to be processed, we would be one-hundred twenty-six days from finishing (without holidays or maintenance Sunday's). As close as I can tell it, I think it would be around the twenty-third of April before we get through.

And there are farmers still harvesting.

Unbelievable.

I had one farmer visit with me yesterday. He had completed his harvest and been painting his last numbers on his modules. He told me when he finished painting the last module number he painted the sign of the cross and thanked El Senor!

These people have been so blessed with their crops this year.

It is interesting to see many who finished a few weeks ago, getting their machines back out and helping neighbors and or friends.

What comes around goes around. Who knows when the shoe will be on the other foot.

Have a day!

Thank YOU FATHER!