I kind of have a "don't give a hoot attitude".

For thirteen years we did the same deal out here. I sent trucks to Sweetwater with cotton, Lubbock with seed. Over the years it has accumulated to the tune of three quarters of a million bales and around three hundred thousand tons of seed. With only brief exceptions all the seed has delivered to the same place. The bales had never wavered.

Until this year.

I guess that was my New Years gift because January 3rd we began taking the bales to Lubbock. I put in other equipment to make up for the hundred mile per round trip increase.

Still it is always feast or famine. I circle the compound assessing the situation and may find a dock full of loaded trailers, then a wave of trucks come in and I have a dock full of empty trailers. It is very frustrating from my point of view.

Give me steady.

It will take some getting used to.

I made a mad dash for Midland late yesterday for two things. Light bulbs for the forklift headlights (of all things) and to get a new cell phone. I got the bulbs but not the cell phone. I made three stops and could have done the phone deal at the final stop but they couldn't do the phone book transfer.

I did all that re-keying last year, and I refuse to do it again.

I went to the big store our service provider has in Midland, making sure I arrived before five. When I pulled into the parking lot there were twenty-one vehicles in the front lot and only six in the employee lot. Not very good odds. This is the same store Krl and I went to last Friday and again Sunday.

Business must be good.

Krl is quite sickly. Fever, snots, headache. I told her we can go to a walk in clinic or minor emergency. I'd probably go too.

Our meds made it out here yesterday and guess what. They didn't fill my diuretic. They said insurance wouldn't pay for it until the nineteenth. Duh! $8. We told them we'd pay the full cost. What idiots. Seems to me they shorted me and never made up the shortage.

Krl and I have been laughing. Both of us have this hunger for something and we can't quite figure out what it is. We thought it was Mexican food, but that didn't do it. Then we thought it was a good steak with all the trimmings, but it wasn't. The oriental didn't do it, or the Mediterranean side dishes. Krl thinks it is either Italian or seafood. I think it might be Texas fare.

We did finger foods yesterday. It was always one of the kids favorites at Christmas. little smokies cooked in a Worcestershire mixture, then drained and two rolled into a crescent roll with a little cheese sprinkled inside. Dip it in a little honey mustard, or Lite-house ranch dressing or some barbecue sauce and you have a real cuisine.

I hate it when my taste buds act dumb.

I made the mistake of going to the docks when two trucks were in. I could tell one of them had something on his mind, and it is a dangerous thing for a truck driver to have a mind. This driver is one of the newest hires and is on Pepa's truck #15. I may be seeing a pattern developing here because it seems every week this driver is wanting to borrow money. He already has a hundred fifty dollar advance on this weeks settlement, and this morning he wanted to borrow two hundred and forty dollars more. I realize he must be in a bind because he said his wife would drive a hundred eighty miles from their home to here to pick it up so she could pay their electric bill before end of day. The crazy thing is this driver claims married with one dependent but withholding at the higher single rate. His taxes withheld last week were about three hundred fifty dollars. If he claimed married and two dependents or even married and one dependent he would have almost had his two hundred forty dollars on his last check.

Hag starts his treatment today.

Have a day.

FATHER, we lift up Hag for YOUR gifts of healing and comfort.