I had told Krl's new truck driver (She refers to him as my new truck driver. Apparently neither of us wants to assume any blame for the next time he messes up.), to meet me at the farm shop at Roscoe at 8:00 this morning. I will admit I had dragged my feet a little, just to make sure he had no trouble getting the big Kenworth truck motivated. I was stopping at Bruckner's to pick up the little Peterbilt that had been last weeks project truck.

Just as I stopped at a light on Buffalo Gap Road, my phone rang. It was this driver. I was afraid he was having a problem, however he was already at the shop. "What do I do while I wait on you?" I think this is going to be this man's big problem. He doesn't listen. He reminds me a lot of the little wild man a year ago. He decides what he wants to happen then tries to make it happen.

I picked the truck up at Bruckner's then stopped to fuel it. What a blessing it turned out to be when it only held 52 gallons. The way my luck has run lately I expected it to only have 52 gallons and have to be filled with 248. For those of you who didn't figure it, that would mean close to $700 to fuel it! I didn't hardly flinch when the clerk told me $147.01.

Just call me crazy.

For some reason, this is the little truck I always end up driving. When you are the supervisor or boss you usually end up driving the oldest equipment of something no one else wants to drive. However, I have always enjoyed driving this little truck. Last week the little wild man had driven this truck to the shop to have windshields put in it and he told me he would not drive that truck. He said it bounced and rode rough. I wanted to drive it myself to see what the deal was. The truck rode like a truck bob-tailing with no trailer. Very few of them ride good bobtail. I was pleasantly surprised to find the little wild man cried wolf once again.

I arrived at the farm shop just as it began to snow. Dang the luck. We swapped the trucks out and put the Peterbilt and it's trailer in the shop to install a bulkhead on the trailer and swap a tire out. In short order we had him back on the road.

Keep your fingers crossed for me. It has been a year since this little truck was on the road. It has always been a pleasant surprise and I only hope it continues to be.

After that driver left, the little wild man and I developed a plan to get Pepa's Black Volvo truck to the farm shop. Since the little wild man's truck is down I figured I would put him in this truck. Recently Pepa had Jason put new batteries on this truck but for some reason they have failed to keep a charge. First order of business was to pull the batteries off and put them on the battery charger.

When we arrived at the truck, the little wild man got busy while I got in Pepa's pickup to go to the hospital and check on Pepa. I ran a couple of errands, then met "TLWM" and he drove me back to Bruckner's to get my explorer. From there it was back to the house to get my tax reporting in envelopes and in to the mail.

Pepa is doing well. They put him back on a solid diet, and Memama read what the doctor said to mean they might go home Wednesday.

We will hope.

Hope your day was a good one!

We'll have another one tomorrow!

FATHER thank YOU for bringing my day together. Help me to make good decisions. To YOU be the glory!