Tuesday, January 21, 2025

 Tuesday - night

The fiasco at Gurdon 2 days ago was, in a nutshell, a faulty air pressure gauge.  I had gotten into the truck to warm up - it was very cold outside - and got back out a while later as I normally do.  I looked at the pressure gauge and it ready 56.  Instant panic.  How the hercules did the pressure jet up that high that quickly? We're talking disaster zone territory here. Seals can blow out, the tank can allegedly blow up, etc.  

I immediately shut the air off to the tank and then unhooked the hose and started letting out pressure.  When it got down into the high 30's range I started trying to pump out the product.  Bypassing a lot of stuff, I made several phone calls/texts and tho I got good ideas from people, none of it worked. I got up on top of the tanker and saw that the gauge up there was showing a completely different reading than the one on the bottom.  

Well then.  I decided to let all the pressure out.  The bottom gauge was sitting at 37 pounds when I started doing it and it stayed at 37 pounds the entire time, even when the thing was almost completely depressurized. And there it was.  The pressure had never gotten that high, the gauge was erroneously showing it was. So, I pumped 35 pounds back into it using the top gauge - meaning climbing up and down many times over to the top of the tanker to check the pressure.  I got it unloaded.

Today? Nothing.  It went quickly. The manager was at the washout and he wanted it done as fast as possible, again, it was cold out there, still is.  Over to the plant, they took a few minutes worth of fooling around with hoses but they eventually got me loaded and I was home by 12:30? I think.  It was an early day.  

I get a call from some weary travelers. Do you have a spot available? I just so happen to have one, yes.  They showed up, hooked up and they are enjoying their cozy trailer.  

Then the manager calls. I never know what to think when he calls, but it's usually not anything I want to hear.  This time?  A driver has been up there all day long trying to offload a trailer.  The plant's pipes are frozen up and product can't get through.  Long story short: If I don't hear back from him tonight, call him in the morning.  Ok, well I usually leave around 6:30 am.  Oh no, try 8:30 am.  I have a loaded trailer at my Park, but I've had it happen before where it sits for a day before delivering it.  

It's pretty much guaranteed there are drivers not flushing the line out when they get done unloading.  You pump water through the lines, lots of it, to ensure the lines stay open.  

So, I don't have to get up super early, probably around 7:00. It's after 8 and I haven't heard from the manager and somehow I doubt I will.  You never know, I guess, if it's a go I want to know about it now, not at 8:30 am.  

Day whatever - in the 40's range - of 100 pushups per day for 100 days.  I'm at 40, will have the rest done within the hour.  I kind of forget about it sometimes, especially when things are happening that are complete distractions.  I always get them done, however, and I'm happy about that.  I have seen  no new, noticeable changes in the last week or longer.  That doesn't bother me, I am going to stick with it as long as I can. There are days when I really don't feel like doing it and today is one of those days.  

 I've been watching the Trump stuff. Quite amazing what can happen when there is a real leader in the White House.  The days of weakness are over. That's what Biden projected, a weak America that is spineless and dysfunctional.  National emergency declared at the border and a flurry of actions being taken there, including shutting off that app that helps illegals get in the country, basically. 

No need to go into all of the Trump stuff now, I'm watching both meltdowns and leftist outlets bash their own party.  Democrats are quite confused right now.  They still don't understand why they lost the election. Calling people racists, hitler, Nazis, trash, etc doesn't work.  People don't like that, at least not ordinary citizens.  The trans nonsense and boys in girls bathrooms didn't help them either.  

Anyway, the day is over, I'm fixing to go to bed here pretty soon.  Just tired, some nights I sleep great others I get 3 or 4 hours worth and that next day is pretty rough.  

 Wednesday - night Another rainy day. Long, dreary road, plant, loading, getting wet.  Getting home is especially nice after such days, I ju...