Monday, September 4, 2023

 So here I am, Monday morning and also Labor Day trying to make up my mind about this dog.  I should have left an hour ago.  It's still early, just that if I was going to go, I wanted to leave earlier than later to get it over with before the entire day is completely gone.  

I'm giving myself half an hour to make up my mind, after that, it's going to be a no if I haven't.  I want the dog but I don't want the dog. That probably doesn't make any sense to anyone but me.  

I'm trying to objectively think this through.  I am leaving in 2 weeks for Oregon, will be gone a minimum of 2 weeks according to them, maybe long depending on how long it takes to learn the truck and then back to drive at least 5 days a week.  It's the 2 week gap that concerns me. A dog new to the house and I'm already going to be gone for 2 weeks, I just don't see how we would navigate through that if the dog has any issues that need to be weaned out of it.  

The worst part right now is, I'm still not better yet, I'm getting there but this illness has kicked my butt.  I'm sitting here feeling like I need to go back to bed.  I'm fairly well talking myself out of this.  I think the only way I might do this today is if the lady would meet me half way.  I might contact her and tell her that. "Still not feeling well, can't drive 440 miles today, I can only do this if you can meet half way.  Otherwise, I'm very sorry and I hope the dog will get into a new home after you put it into the dane shelter".  

Meanwhile, I've collected quite a bit of money in the last several days.  None of it is showing in my bank accounts because of the weekend and today is a national holiday, meaning it will show up Wednesday morning.  It's a good thing, because if I had to live off of what I have in there right now, I would be totally screwed lol.  

There is also supposed to be a 4th new person show up for long term today.  I've collected all 3 of the new term people, plus the 3 people that were leaving didn't leave so that check is sitting on my desk, plus another that made a cashapp payment.  Add all of that up plus a house rent payment that is also sitting in there waiting to show up and 3 more payments before the electric bill is due and I should be in good shape.  

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Alright, I just texted her asking if she can meet halfway.  She offered to do that last week but then backed off of it.  

And I also got a call from one of the drivers from my old job. They lost the Brownsville account at the beginning of this year.  Ouch. That was the bread and butter of that division.  There were at least 2 trucks going down and 2 trucks coming back up every day and often times more.  This kept us busy.  I'm even more glad I got out of it now.  The guy I was talking to is getting shifted around from one division to another trying to keep busy.  I've done those other types of chemicals, they'll keep you on the road way too much.

It turns out that the plant that used the ethylene in Mexico to make the HDPE pipe finally got a plant that used to run it to them via pipeline rebuilt.  It blew up many years ago.  Now, there are no trucks running for ethylene at all.  It's a major blow to that division.  It just made it all so much more clear the decision to simply stay out of trucking for as long as I did and still, getting back into it, thinking maybe 2 years at best or until 62 and collect whatever I can get out of SS. Coupled with rv park income, I'll be doing just fine without waiting until I'm 67 to start collecting full benefits out of SS. 

So yes, I turn 62 3 Februarys from now.  Which is 2 years, 5 months.  Oops, okay, more like 2-1/2 years.  I don't even want to work that long, whenever I can get myself into a position to get a loan I can double the size of the park and live comfortably off of the income.  

Anyway, brought up old memories talking to that driver.  Most of the memories driving down to and being in Brownsville, Texas.  That and going to the Oklahoma plant.  He said the Oklahoma plant also shuts down a lot and when that happens, they have nothing to do unless they agree to switch to LNG or some other cryogenic chemical.  

Well, the 8 year old is begging me to go get the dog.  The lady agreed to Hubbard Texas, which shaves off like 65 miles each way, so 130 miles of driving.  

I'll let y'all know later what I decide. lol.  

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