We’re picking up our last load of the week. It’s 19:00 on Sunday night. We didn’t have to pick up at CFC this week, and so we expected to be home by this time tonight. But we hit just about every traffic jam that there was during the week of Thanksgiving. Neither of us is… Continue reading Last Load Of The Week
I listened to a 6-hour show on Pink Floyd this morning, from Lowell, Indiana to Dandridge, Tennessee. It still amazes me that, even in shows of this nature, there is an undercurrent of anti-Roger Waters sentiment. I hate revisionism. Roger may have been something of a tyrant and a taskmaster, but the results should more… Continue reading Roger Waters And Pink Floyd Revisionism
Thanksgiving Day. Well, it’s another Thanksgiving on the road. We both would really rather be home right now. Mama had to have dinner with Sue’s family. That’s not right. I know we’re doing well out here, and we’ll do even better in the coming year, but I am still convinced that it wouldn’t be worth… Continue reading Thanksgiving Thoughts
I’ve been worried about Mama. I’ve written her several e-mails since we came back out, and she hasn’t written back. I’m not so much afraid that something has happened to her as I am that she’s depressed. She didn’t seem to be in very good spirits when we were home. I also suspect that the… Continue reading Worried About Mama
We got fucked over on the loan. Just as I expected. Well, not in the way that I expected, but we don’t have our loan yet. The lawyers are still squabbling over what debts Mama actually owes, and so, again, we got nothing. Now they’re saying that it may be December 8th before we actually… Continue reading Someone Should Be Strangled
The house was fading fast. He didn’t know when it had happened. Or how it happened. But there was no denying that it had happened. The house had fallen into disrepair. Weeds ruled over half of the gardens. Somehow they’d never gotten around to finishing the work they’d started in early summer. He looked around… Continue reading Disrepair
Well, we’re on our last trip and are headed home. I’m on I-74 in Indiana, headed toward Cincinnati. I’ve talked to mama quite often in the past few days. She’s as relieved as us that her tests showed that she had diverticulitis and no cancer. She’s ready to get the hell out of that hospital… Continue reading Bad Feeling
Mama doesn’t have cancer. She has diverticulitis, and that’s what made it look like she might have a tumor. Good news! I was afraid the old standard would hold and that, since some things are working out for us, some things had to go terribly wrong.
There have been times during the past 4 years that I’ve really enjoyed driving a truck. This is not one of them. Mama’s in the hospital, and I should be there. But damn it all, we can’t afford to go home after just taking a week off. Sherry sent me Mama’s room number and a… Continue reading I Should Be Home
They put Mama in the hospital today to get her started on the blood thinners to loosen up that blood clot. I’m a little worried, naturally. And I don’t know how to get in touch with her; will she be there overnight or what? Mara and I are both worried.