Home alone. The folks - all of them - left about an hour ago. I left here - the house - for the park before the left. Money talks, I need it badly and I will take whatever I can get.
I need a couple more people in here immediately, really. Tomorrow will be likely be split in getting the weeds cut down with the hand mower and either attempting to finish the painting in the shed or get that carpet installed in the motorhome.
The great state of Texas is going to charge me a percentage fee of what I paid for the motorhome to get the title in my name. This is an expense I could do without right now, but if I don't get it done within 21 days of having it signed over (they put the date on it), I have to go back and try to get the original owners to write me another bill of sale. I know this because I was in there today getting my registration renewed on my SUV. It's just one thing after another.
I'm going to have to focus on getting that thing ready to rent out or sell. Quick. The money would be useful. I just don't feel good about a park full of weeds. At least cut the damned things down even if it is with a push mower and will take me far longer to do than doing it with the riding mower.
Anyway, it's an odd feeling being in this house alone. Well, not totally alone. My buddy Addler is with me and their dog and their cats as well. And can't forget about the fish! Still, I just find myself pulling down the handgun, ensuring it's loaded and ready to pop. It is highly likely nothing will happen. It's just me, I guess. They will be gone for a week at least and may stay even longer. This vacation is in lieu of Taylor's original vacation.
She was going to take the kids with her to visit an old friend in Florida, but that family had some serious medical issues arise and it just isn't prudent for her to go there. Instead, it's his mother they're going to and then her relatives - I think - they will visit in Missouri.
So what am I going to do alone for an entire week? Nothing different than I normally do. The park is the main center of my attention right now, there is still much to get done, tho thankfully I can say the shed is just short of being done, at least for now. I only need finish painting and then James is going to do whatever else he thought he needed to do in there and then I can get his tools out of there.
Lol, they are texting me their whereabouts. Like, they still have a long way to go. Maybe the kids will sleep and spare them the irritation of the 2 fighting with each other, bickering, are we there yet, etc.
One thing is for certain, I will have peace and quiet. It's summer, the kids have been in our faces every day that they have been home. It gets old. They get bored so they start picking on each other or come asking us "what should I do now?". I don't know, you're a kid, use your imagination, go figure it out! But I've been taking the older one to the property and yes, he actually will work. He's motivated to get certain toys he wants. It's better than sitting around the house all day long getting bored out of their minds.
We painted today and yes, he doesn't mind actually working. 2 days in a row he was picking up sticks and rocks on the freshly tilled lots. It's a good beginning of learning a work ethic. I don't think the kids in this house are going to grow up feeling entitled for much of anything. It's much more of an old school upbringing and preparing them for the life that is fast coming at them. They turn 18 quick. It seems like a long time but it passes quickly. It's refreshing to see versus all of this nonsense going on with younger generations now.
I've been looking at trucking jobs every day for at least a week now. Probably longer, I dunno, I've been pretty busy. I've filled out inquiries on several of them. Mostly hazmat stuff since it pays more. You'd be surprised at how many truck drivers want nothing to do with hazmat. I can admit I was afraid of it when I first started - morbidly afraid. Like, I think it's going to blow up while I'm driving down the road.
Irrational fear, but real fear. The other issue with hazmat is the myth that is endlessly repeated about how hard it is to get your hazmat endorsement. Sure, you have to do some study but it's really not that hard. It really annoyed me that I had fallen for that myth for so many years, where I could have been making so much more money. It was a challenge to get that endorsement and another challenge to get it renewed last time I had to do my license - it's good until I turn 62. And my medical is good for 2 years.
Well, I'll find something eventually. I don't know what or how long I'll have to be out on the road in between home stops - or whether I can find a good local job - but I will find something. There is only one way that I could extend my time off from trucking and that's if my park filled up in the next 2 weeks and I was getting 14 payments - well hopefully 15 with that RV - paying every month. I'm just trying to make it until the middle of next month, when James and Taylor renew their wedding vows.
Pretty much a wedding in itself, people coming in from all over the country. If I get a job now, the only way I could be home for that if it's not a local job is if I stipulate that I will be home for the weekend - the entire weekend - that the wedding is planned.
But I can't go back to work just yet anyway. Get that RV going, the grass done and that's the last of my excuses. There's other things that really need to be done, but there is no money for it. Things that will just have to wait. Eventually, I wouldn't mind having asphalt put in the main driveway for the first 800 feet. I'm tired of dealing with pot holes and water damage from rain.
Okay. I'm preparing myself to try and get up early tomorrow morning. It's much easier to mow in the early morning hours when it's still relatively cool - at least compared to what the temp will get tomorrow afternoon. I've been getting up early anyway, I just haven't been leaving too early.
Enough. Really want to run up to the store for Keto treats. I ran out yesterday, lol.
