Interesting day.
Well, last night-  got to Houston.  I wasn't going to be getting up at 2am to get down to Houston on time to deliver.  I was down there last night at a truckstop 4 miles away from the plant.  This morning? My version of cold.  41 degrees, high winds, enough to make me cold.

The scenario this morning was funny, at least in my view and posted on my Facebook page, so no need to go into it here.

Anyway, my manager was telling me yesterday that I will probably have to take a load out tomorrow - today - when I get back.  Okkkkkk.   I mean, I don't say anything about not wanting to take loads, I just take them whether I want to take it or not.  I don't want to be identified as anyone on her s***list.  We can, actually, refuse a load if we don't want to take it.  Not a good idea tho!

Anyway, today is Maria's birthday.  I found that out via Facebook - which always tells you about birthdays.  Maria is basically running the other house here.  So I wished her a happy birthday via text.  Getting back to the yard, the trailer wasn't there.  I headed to the other house - rent check due tomorrow, wanted to get that dealt with. Went home, took a shower and drove clear back over to the yard.  And then? Found out that the plant was behind and the driver that was pre-loading for me had reported that they had just started loading the trailer.

Well that's 2 hours at least by the time he gets out of there. I left, back to my town again. Lots of driving. 2 trips to my town were 140  miles.  Anyway, I went back to Maria;s - my other house basically - to get the dogs and spend a  night with me at least. But sitting there with maria, she had  a rotisserie chicken going, had asked if I wanted birthday dinner with her? Of course! But, that chicken wasn't going to be done for quite a while and wanted to get on with the day.  I have to get up early and get to the yard, hook up to that preloaded trailer and get on down the road to Brownsville.

So I casually threw in the conversation " we should just go out to eat". She was all over that.  I mean, no question about it, let's go !  So she decided to go to Chili's. We got there, ordered her a drink - she's a very light drinker type of thing - and got to discussing all kinds of thing, when her phone got her attention.

Her son! Wishing her a happy birthday and light talk.  He asked where she was at and she said at chili's, I had taken her out for her birthday and she was enjoying her time out.  That's how that conversation went and the call eventually ended.  We started talking again - I had no problems her talking to her son - and maybe 10 minutes later? This dude comes and sits down next to me, looking at Maria, who got this look on her face. 

So this dude started talking to her out of familiarity, I had no clue?  It was her son! Who was talking to her as if he was still at home in Houston! How cool?!! He drove a few hundred miles to show up unexpected for her birthday! She was totally elated, he is very cool, we spoke at length. I bought him dinner as well - he's freshly married, they spent their money lol. 

Great night, glad I was here for it.  Glad I helped it along, Maria had not knowledge of his arrival and I certainly didn't either.  Very nice. So, maria went home with him, I went over there to get my dogs - I'll take them even if only a night and up early - and that was that.  But yes, I'm up and out of here early in the morning. 

Down to Brownsville - very happy I'm not spending the night on the road, don't care if the plant had issues and that is why I am still here, good day.

And, g'nite.  : )

Welp, that worked, at least temporarily.
They put $250 on the card reader for the electricity this month - I checked. I will  be checking from now on.  Putting the money on there or not will direct how I proceed with them from now on.  You don't just give yourself a cut on the rent because - I dunno - without even discussing it with the home owner?  I'm telling you, I've had thoughts of selling the place and washing my hands of it.  But for now, I'll keep the situation as it currently stands.  There is no way for me to find anyone else to run the house - I'm not there to find such a person or couple. Regardless, I was happy to see the full amount on there.  I told them flat out that there will be no electricity payment taken out of the rent this month. Meaning, they aren't withholding money from the other renters to pay for it. THEY will be paying for it, period.  There's enough on there now to last 52 days, according to the forecast on the SRP site.

Of course, because we're going into winter.  The AC doesn't have to be on at all at the moment, it's very nice in Phoenix, AZ.  Currently 57 degrees according to The Weather Channel, I guess they may be turning on the heat, but that won't consume near as much electricity as the AC does during the summer. 

I'm planning a visit back, just not sure when. Likely not Thanksgiving or Christmas, somewhere in between. I would very much like to spend Christmas with my adopted family where I live this year. I don't want to be out on the road such as last year, sitting in well below freezing temperatures in a town that was virtually shut down besides the hotels. 

I'm currently sitting at a truck stop in Houston Texas.  I was given this gem yesterday, which I didn't mind since I have 2 Brownsville runs going on the pay period that this run will coincide with.  It's a 2 day run that used to be 1 day.  They "split" it, meaning you load one day and deliver the next, even tho we could load the same day, drive down, offload and drive back the same day. I don't understand why the customer changed it, I don't care.  Just do it and get it over with. At least on split trips, you get 200 miles driving for free on the day you load the truck. Yup, you get paid for driving you don't do. 

I was originally supposed to load at 9:00 am.  Then, my manager texted saying it had been changed to 2:30 pm.  Why? Because the plant had determined that 3 truckloads of Ethylene loaded the previous day were non-compliant for quality and had to be offloaded and reloaded.  Lol.  That doesn't happen often, thankfully ,but it completely changed my plans. I had originally planned to load the truck and go home and get stuff done. With the change, I decided to just drive down here today after loading, there is literally no sense in going home and then having to get up at the wee hours of the morning to drive down here.  My home time is important to me, but this getting up at 2 am nonsense is for the birds. 

Instead, I woke up out of deep sleep this morning at 7:40 am - I went to bed at 10:00 pm the previous night, got up instantly and determined that I would go get the boat, get a haircut (my hair, since turning grey and partially white, is course, stiff and completely unmanageable after it grows out even a week after getting it cut - go to the store and get some chicken wings and whatever else I needed to do.  The boat is, allegedly, lake-worthy.  I dunno. I dumped it in the front yard, put the hitch lock on it - LOTS of thieves come through our neighborhood - and left.  I have stuff to do, the boat can wait.  They don't care if I dump it in the front yard temporarily - Taylor wants to get on that thing and ride it on the lake.  I do too, but it looks like that might not be in the next several days.

I was at the yard, getting the truck ready this afternoon, when my manager asked me if  I was going to be back by 1:30 tomorrow?  I had to think about it.  There are too many variables to give any kind of guaranteed arrival time.  I knew what she was getting at before she said it, cause' she only asks that if there is a load she needs me to take.  I go through the thought process and then add an hour to it.  Probably 2:30 to 3:00 pm tomorrow afternoon.  Well I have a 1:30 load appointment for a Brownsville run.  I'd love to take it, I thought, but I can't tell her I'm going to be back there in time? No. I got here at 9:19, I have to take a 10 hour break (bs, HOS rules need to be changed), so I can leave here - this pay to stay truck stop (I rarely pay to park anywhere, but I'm unfamiliar with this area and I wanted to be close to the plant), at 7:30, be there at 7:45, 2 hours to offload - that's "about" how long it takes, it could take longer or be shorter period of time - 4 hours back up - again, approximating, if there is a traffic delay, a tire blowout, etc, ad infintum - who knows? - plus fueling, gets me around 2:15 to 2:30 arrival time. 

I'll take the run! Yes, but you might want to find another driver - already knowing she's asking me because - she doesn't have another driver available - maybe a driver will show up in time?  Not my problem.  And, I won't have time to go very far if I do get the run, after 2 hours offloading, 4 plus hours going back up and then 2 to 3 hours at the plant - leaves me 5 to 6 hours driving time. That would work for me, tho, get through Houston when there's no traffic jams. 

She eventually said, in that conversation on the phone - that she would keep me "in mind" if nothing else works out. I'm preparing myself mentally that nothing else will  work out because when she makes these types of calls, she has a run that needs to be covered and there isn't anyone else available. 

Onto other things.  The "boy" has the full rent for next month now. Apparently mama is helping him once again - but that would likely have not happened if fully 3 of us hadn't gotten all over his case about not already not only finding a job, but getting a state issued ID and a food handler's card.  His parents have no bearing on his mindset, we the people that have to put up with his shit - do.  We aren't his parents, we aren't related and we aren't going to just, what, give him a pass? Hey, you can sit on the 2 grand computer that your parents gave you that you play with  alll day and night, eat our food and not pay rent? He's had a dose of reality delivered to him in no uncertain terms from fully 3 of us: me, Maria and James who went over there and told him what fun it is to dumpster dive for food and the rest of what homelessness and poverty is like.

I just prodded the boy 3 times in text messaging about his alleged job at McDonald's.  I'm not letting this shit go, if he wants to live there, his ass is  going to work.  Period.  Or get OUT.  Yes it's 11 pm and yes, he stays up half the night playing those damned games.  This boy claims that McDonald's - the place where he was allegedly given a job providing he gets the required documentation - they didn't answer the phone after calling twice? LMAO, Ima call him out on that bs.

Whatever.  It is what it is, I'll deal with this "kid" and he'll get his act together or not. Ima send yet another person over there who expressed interest in talking to him, an ex Marine. He'll hate his parents, I guess, for finding this wonderful place to live?  Maybe. Now anyway. Later on in life, perhaps a different perspective. There's bills to pay, they don't stop because you don't want to work, sorry, thanks, have a nice life. 

There's a lot more, actually, but it's getting late and I want to get a good night's sleep. 7 hours worth anyway.  Might be a long day tomorrow if I get assigned to load tomorrow after getting back. 

But! I can say I am now very happy I can tether my phone to the computer - what I'm doing now - unlimited and not have to worry about it!  Yeehaw! 

G'nite.

Yesterday, I felt literally like hell.  Got up at 4:00 am, dragged my @$$ out of bed, dragged myself to work. By the time I was in the truck and driving to the plant to get loaded, I felt like dying.  Sitting in the driver area over there, I just slept.  I couldn't figure out how I would make it through the day feeling like that.  I guess the extra sleep at the plant did it?  I dunno, but after I finally left there, I started feeling much better.

It was Sunday, so driving down to Brownsville - especially through Houston - was much easier than normal.  Upon arrival at the yard in Brownsville, I only saw one of our trailers there and it was hooked up to one of their trucks.  I walked around it and couldn't see anything wrong with it - they had it backed up to the mechanic shop. But it was dark so who knows.  I went to the Love's and spent the night there, coming back this morning and still seeing the truck unmoved. 

However, this morning was daylight and I could see the giant orange sticker on the side of the trailer. It was a Federal DOT Out Of Service placard.  Those aren't any fun to get, I wondered if they issued the driver a citation.  It said upper coupling bolts loose.  So I got underneath there. Looking the bolts? You couldn't tell they were loose. It isn't any part of a pre trip or post trip inspection to inspect bolts by grabbing a hold of them. If we had to do that we'd spend hours doing inspections.  That's not something you expect to happen, either. 

But sure enough, those bolts twisted easily, they weren't even tight.  Now, look at the picture. These bolts hold the king pin plate to the trailer.  That plate rests on the 5th wheel while doing down the road. If that plate were to come off of there - whoosh - there goes the trailer right along with it!  I've seen the aftermath of trailers coming off of tractors while going down the road - NO THANKS.  So, I  of course got dumped with this project - there were two other drivers in the yard, but it's whatever.  I had almost 14 hours of detention pay going at that point and then? I got to start the break down pay clock. I'm getting close to 6 hours of that. They have been working on it all day long. The bolts had to be cut out of there with a disc, the bottoms of the studs were ruined from being loose and couldn't get a wrench on it to hold it while turning the nut on the top. 

It's whatever to me - I'll be getting about 1 and 3/4 days' worth of detention and breakdown pay for the waiting, I'm fine.  I won't get home tonight, but with all that extra pay, who cares?  I don't.  My dogs are fine, the boat mechanic will just have to wait an extra day, sorry, but he knows I'm a truck driver and my hours aren't like normal people's lives.  I already paid him for all the work he initially did, I only owe him another hundred bucks anyway.

So that's my excitement. 

The boy at  the other house has gotten the message, apparently.  I gave several of them to him in no uncertain terms: You will go find a job or you will be out on the streets.  He went to McDonald's, who said they would hire him, but he has to get some paperwork first. His food handler's card and a state issued ID.  I can see not having the food handler's card, but not having a state ID? He's 18 years old, for crying out loud, how do you even function without ID?  No driver's license, no motivation in life.  Well, he got motivated. Between my messages and James actually going over there and talking to him about eating out of dumpsters and living on the streets.  He claims he got his food handlers class done today - you do it online.

And then he says he is going to the bank with his mom to get money and then to the DL office to get an ID.  He won't have the full rent at the beginning of the month, he'll have half of it.  I did not agree to it unless he got moving, quick, and got a job. There are all kinds of fast food places in our town, they are all hiring.  Low paying job? Yes of course it is. You have to start out somewhere.  Part time? They all are.  Fast food doesn't hire full time excepting for management.  Even at 20 hours per week he could make the rent and have some left over.  His entire life revolves around video games, period.  He'll need money for food tho.  I don't know what to expect here, he has not work ethic whatsoever.  How long will he last at McDonald's?  Well, I'ma tell him if he quits or doesn't try to make his supervisors happy, he's gone.  Gone as in out of the house.  I'm not paying his way, thanks.  He had PLENTY of time to go look for a job and he spent all of it playing video games and sleeping.

Where the rubber meets the road is where I"m paying his portion of the house bills - no thanks. I had to "force" him to get OUT of the house and go down the road and start applying at places in person. That online stuff doesn't work with fast food, they want to see how you look, smell and act. 

Between Maria and I, well, we kind of had no choice. "Help" him along or get rid of him.  Our help turned to tough love type of stuff.  His parents are to blame for all of this, I really put all of this squarely on their feet. And then dumping him off on other people to deal with their lack of his upbringing - and lying about all of it to Maria.  I do not ever want to meet them.  If I do, I will have some choice words to give them.  They can try to explain it all away, but they taught absolutely nothing about adult life, maturing or preparing him for going it alone. NOTHING.  He knows NOTHING about running a house, cleaning, laundry, cooking, etc etc etc. 

THOSE people annoy me greatly.  I'd just rather never run into them, because if I do, it's going to get ugly in a fast hurry. 

Well, I can hear them hitting the new bolts into place, that means - hopefully - I can leave soon.  Maybe make it close to Houston at least before I have to stop for the night.  I'm ready to get out of here and start driving at least for 4 or 5 hours. However much is left on the clock. 

g'day. 

Saturday night.
Not feeling that great this morning, I decided to not only sleep in, but also do much of nothing today. The weather has cooled considerably.  My boat? Can wait.  I figured I have at least 3 days off, I can put it off until tomorrow. 

So, I visited the cop neighbor for several hours - he texted me "porch, smoke?"  That's sit on his porch and smoke a cigar.  James came over too.  For a cop, he's a pretty cool person, tho his main job is banker at this point.

Anyway, back to the house and took a long nap, Addler laying at my side of course.  I won't sleep at night with him cause' he moves around too much and wakes me up, but I can take naps. 

Getting up from that - and hanging out with James, I decided I just didn't want to make dinner.  I'm highly unmotivated right now, everything and anything that takes energy I could care less about.  James took over. Amazingly, after working in restaurants half his life growing up in a family that had it's own restaurant - he has never cooked spaghetti in his entire life.  I was amazed, lol. 

It's easy.  Brown the ground beef and spicy sausage, drain it well, mix in the spaghetti sauce and let it simmer. I do more than that, but that's good enough to have a decent outcome. He already knew how to make the pasta so relatively painless.  I couldn't have any pasta, however, but I found an idea of using sliced up cabbage instead, which sounded intriguing.

It was amazing good. Not as good as pasta, but a nice substitute.  Remember, I'm still doing the Keto diet. Low carb.  I don't know how long I will stay on the diet. I'm neither losing any more weight nor am I gaining it back. I really need to get motivated to get back the gym, but I've found that unbelievably difficult to do. Considering I spent my life working out, you'd think that would be easy, but it's not.

Going into this evening - company over.  One person is doing a sleepover with Taylor - girl's night in, but then the other couple came over as well.  They wanted me to join them for the fire they are going to build - pass.  Why? Cause my manager called me half an hour ago - it's almost 9:00 pm - can you take Dusty's load out tomorrow?  Uhh, sure (I guess, thinking not saying).  Where was he going? Brownsville.  Ugh.  I really don't feel like driving tomorrow and the next day, but this trip coupled with the other one I just did would make a healthy paycheck, I didn't have to think about it, I just said sure!

I'm "sure" I'll pay for it tomorrow morning getting up at 4:00 am.  My mind isn't anything even remotely close to being in work mode. I figured minimum 3 days off, probably 4.  It's just that I have to get my mind into work mode and getting that kind of news this late? Kind of hard, especially when company is over and people I know and like to hang out with. 

It's whatever tho. I need the money,  I wasn't going to be getting another run before the pay period ended, have to do it.  I have a bit more to spend on the boat to pay the mechanic - only $100 - and then there is stuff I need to buy for the boat if we are actually going to use it during the winter time.  Which I will be taking it out on the lake at least a few times to ensure that it both runs and isn't going to sink.  Sinking being the operative word, gag. 

Well, time to go to bed lol.

2 day trip.  Saw 2 trucks coming back up so I thought for sure that there would be no empties in the yard in Brownsville when I got there.

I thought wrong.  There was one sitting there.  I didn't stick around for it, tho, I dropped the loaded trailer, turned in the paperwork and headed up to the truckstop.  Figured I would rather be near a bathroom and also if the second driver came in the yard and wanted to leave, well there it is! I dunno who the second driver was, but I came back to the yard this morning at around 6:30 am. He had dropped his loaded trailer and left, also - without the empty.

I wanted the detention pay, but I wasn't getting it this time. Hooked up to it and drug it out of there, drove all day long and got home around 7:00 pm. Maybe it was later? I dunno because when I got to Maria's, we had a discussion with the boy about the rent.  I want it on the first or you can go.  Mama and papa aren't covering his ass anymore, I am not paying for dead weight. He literally sits on his computer playing video games all night long.  I gave him straight, full doses of life reality medicine. I'ma give him more tomorrow:  Get up off your ass and go find a freaking job.  Period.  Or be prepared to leave on the 1st.  The 1st is coming fast.  I'm done with this, letting him in there wasn't my choice but getting him out of there  is my choice.  He isn't helping himself, he says he puts in applications on line, screw that. We're talking minimum wage jobs, they want you to show up and expose your face to them so they can see if you're material for dealing with their customers. 

I'm telling you, 8 am I'm texting him: are you leaving yet?  Go find a job, today.  Period.  No more excuses.  Other than that, find the money to pay the rent on the 1st.  Other than that, be prepared to leave.  He's gonna be SOL, his parents aren't doing it with him anymore and I have no desire to help a person that isn't motivated to help themselves.  That crosses my line, he can go live under a bridge for a while and figure out life the hard way. 

What day is it? Hump Day! And what am I doing? Nothing! Why? ?Because it's my 4th day off of work!
I didn't ask for all this time off, I knew I would be off several days after seeing the schedule, knowing a full day had no loads going out and seeing how many trucks were in the yard when I arrived late Saturday night.

But I didn't know it would be 4, full days.  I even texted my manager yesterday morning about getting a load out of here for today, nope, not today.  At least she didn't threaten me with going on call out - tho I worded the text as to not be "offensive" in any way, shape or form, for she is a very-easily offended person that goes off when she feels a driver is complaining. I've seen her do it to me and I've seen it  and heard about  it multiple times with other drivers.  It's a "don't like it, leave" attitude.  I like it well enough, for the moment anyway, to just say nothing, which I haven't done in months now.

And have coached other drivers recently to simply zip it, you aren't doing yourself any favors.  You can point out real, credible, factual issues with the way she hands out the loads and she isn't going to hear any of it, she will blast you out of her office.  THAT is a fact.  When you come to the realization that she is unapproachable in her methodology - unfair at best, perhaps even playing favorites, who knows - you just have to decide whether you want to stick around or go find another job. 

Frankly, I would have gone on a trip back to Phoenix starting 2 days ago - but I am still recovering from this illness and preparing myself for the possibility of another one.  I had a head and chest cold, what is now going around the house is a stomach bug.  They tried to blame that on me, nooooo nooooo nooooo, I'm not taking responsibility for that. I never had anything going on with my stomach during this illness, it was all in the head and chest.  But, germs spread about the house with kids running around, it seems as tho it's only a 24 hour thing, I'm hoping not to get it at all but bracing myself for the potential of round 2.

Funny the things that happen when you get your credit score turned around.  Credit offers galore.  Low interest loans,  highfalutin credit card offers - guaranteed in several instances - that you'd never thought you would acquire in your entire lifetime by applying on your own for one, much less have them sending these offers to you in the mail, new car loans, guaranteed line of credit up to "$340,000" for a new home all coming all the time.  Fortunately, I learned my lesson about getting into credit trouble. I have a bit on a few cards at the moment, stuff that will be paid down in a couple of months, not 10 years.  I put some on them, pay them off and then do it again. Some of them have excellent reward programs, which are the only ones I  am using. The rest of them sit in limbo and aren't used at all.  I'd get rid of them - but they have no annual fees and they keep the amount of credit available way high, unused, which is very good for your credit score.  I've become my own "expert" in credit scores after going through the ringer with them.  Credit scores remind me of the movie "A Christmas Carol" where Scrooge says that the apparitions that are appearing before him could be a bit of unsettled beef in your stomach.  Credit scores are fickle, they move up and down all the time.

Just throwing this out there: I cannot possibly imagine Senator Warren as the next President of the United States. I'd take Biden over her and that is saying something.  I'm a Trump supporter, hoping he will win another 4 years.  I could give numerous reasons why, but I'm not going to waste time with that on here.  I spend enough time in debating groups on Facebook. 

The boat - the mechanic called yesterday. I just let it go. Why pester the man, he'll get it done when he gets it done. He said the timing was off and also put a fuel pump rebuild kit in it - that was by my request for I had seen the diaphragm and it was disfigured and whatever else he did. He also found the cause of the water leaking into the hull of the boat.

Can I just interject here that I've actually had nightmares of the boat sinking in the middle of the lake?  Not because anyone was drowning, I'm a good swimming and these boats all have to have life jackets in them - but watching the thing slowly sink into hundreds of feet of water, unrecoverable - well I guess you could recover it but the cost wouldn't be worth it, money just gone, down the drain. It's what prompted me to have him also install a brand new, high velocity bilge pump in it.  But it also prompted me to ask him to please find the leak.  The only thing left were the water inlets. One to provide water for the live well and the other as an outlet for it, apparently. Water in, water out.  He said he went through the control panel - the only thing that was working on that panel was the bilge pump switch, everything else was dead.  He said he got all the lights and everything on that panel working - except - the live well pump.  I said I don't care, I don't need it for now. 
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But, he said, he pumped water through the live well inlet and had the boat jacked up - and saw water leaking back out from the outlet hole.  Or inlet hole for air, or whatever, I'm not really sure what he was saying.  Anyway, it's a hole that is below the water line so I would assume an inlet for "something", but maybe an outlet for the live well?  LOL He said it was leaking around the inlet where someone had apparently stripped the threads on the fitting that goes into it and had used what he thought appeared to be roofing tar to seal it back in there?

What the Hercules is that all about?  He asked me whether he wanted me to fix it correctly or put a plug in it and be done with it.  Yup, plug it up for now.  Just please do a good job of plugging it up!  If I'm not using the live well, I have no need for unnecessary inlets.  I have no idea whether he's planning on taking it out again on the water, I do hope so cause' I want to ensure that it's going to actually run and not die out on the lake again.

So, whatever the case, hopefully the thing is given a clean bill of health today - it's been a rather long wait and "adventure", if you can call it that, in trying to get this thing in lake-ready condition.  IF this thing is actually ready, the next thing will be a trolling motor. I don't necessarily think I need one for fishing, I want a back up in case the motor quits in the middle of the lake. 

Well, well, well. I just got the email for this week's paycheck. It's a breakdown they send of what is being paid for what.  2 Brownsville trips, both with ample detention pay  And both?  Actually paid for that detention.  Amazing.  I don't even have to fight for it this time : )  Even with 4 days off, next week will also be a handsome payout, right now? I need to start on the week after. 

Today? A trip to Ollie's - I need a new heater for my bathroom. The one I bought last year never worked right. Come on for a few minutes and then shut off.  That bathroom gets cold in the winter. There is an AC/heat ceiling outlet in there but almost nothing comes out of it.  And I'll probably make some food for the next road trip.  I can't say I "fully expect" a trip tomorrow, but I'd guess it's highly probable.  Another Brownsville trip would work, lol.  It does seem almost unbelievable to me, taking an objective look at my finances, that I have made so much money without being out as much as most other OTR drivers.  Many of them making in the 40 and 50k range and out on the road all the time.  I mean, home once weekly, or bi-weekly or even monthly.  I get this guy from a trucking company texting me allllll the time.  Hi Ben, we talked some time ago, you are in an excellent area for our company as we have shipping lanes going through  your area. You would easily be able t go home weekly.

Yes, well I don't want to go home weekly.  I want home several days a week if possible.  So, there are times when I'm running hard and not home that much, granted.  When that plant in Oklahoma fires back up and gets rolling, we are likely to be very busy.  My luck currently has been one Brownsville trip after another after another.  Hardly any Chenieres, Houston or El Dorado runs. A few of them, to be sure, but not enough, thankfully, to screw up my overall earnings. 

Those companies also run you like a rat in a cage with a spinning wheel.  Been there, done that.  They don't care what hours you have to keep to keep up with their endless new runs they will give you directly after you are done with the current run, or even before you have completed it.  They don't pay near as much money as I'm making now, so again, after giving some actual, objective thought to my current situation, I'd have to say it's a pretty good setup.  It just took a long time to get used to being out for 2, 3, 4 and sometimes longer days at a time. 

Well, enough of this, I've been watching the news all morning and I've had enough of that.  Trump impeachment!  Quid pro quo!  Lynching! Gag.  Time to get out of here and do some running around.

G'day. 

Made it home last night at 1:05 am. 
Amazingly, many drivers take 4 days to do this trip which almost always only takes 2.  I'm not sure how that is advantageous to them to drag out a run that is only a total of 1,168 miles round trip for 4 days.  But I've spoken to 4 of them now that don't understand how other drivers make it down there in one day and back up the next.  Unless, of course, there is detention time making it worth staying down there.

Anyway, upon arrival at the yard last night, Danny - another driver - was in the office making food.  He had just dumped a bunch of cabbage and whatever else into a crockpot and declared that the office was going to stink like cabbage to anyone coming in there the next morning.

Lol.  He had been drinking -heavily  Non of my business, he's a cool person, just drinks a lot.  But we got into discussions about work.  I simply told him and have told others that tho there are some things here that are seriously bad, the pay at least somewhat helps level that out.  I mean, what is the company going to do? Fire every single driver that isn't a perfect little robot driver? They'd have to get rid of almost everyone. They  make various threats to everyone from time to time, but some of it is so vague and broad reaching, it would apply to almost anyone.  In the last 4 straight days of working I've made a nice sum of money. I could take the next 3 days off including today and not worry about 2 paychecks from now.  In fact, I probably will have 3 days off.  Way too many trucks in the yard and too few runs, I doubt I'll be going out on Tuesday. 

Monday is a given no, if I were going out tomorrow, she would have sent that to me on Friday.  No biggies, I'm in recovery mode finally of this sickness. Far from 100% but definitely feeling a lot better. And whatever happened to my hand? Has all but disappeared! Weird. I really don't get that at all.  But since the cold is in remission and the coughing has died down considerably, I'm not going to the doc unless it resurges.

It's Sunday and one thing I'm not doing today? Anything. There is no sense in doing anything that requires physical output when you are trying to recover from a cold. So, Addler was content to cuddle up with me in bed for several hours, we then went outside for a couple of hours - beautiful day, perfect weather, perfect temps - and now back inside and probably going to rest more. 

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Well, my mother's long time companion had to be put down apparently yesterday. Pretty devastating to her.  She got that dog as a project to teach it how to become a service dog.  After a couple of years, the society that it was being done through determined the dog didn't have the right temperament and took the dog back.  They were going to adopt it out.  I remember asking mom why she doesn't just call the and tell them she wants it? So the next thing I knew, she was driving to California to get him. That was many years ago.  The dog was 13, had some sort of spine problem and finally wasn't able to get up.  That's what happened to one of my Danes, tho in that case his hips completely gave out. 

Meanwhile, my brothers are mad at her, tho my middle brother apparently has been starting shit with her for decades. I had no idea until mom just let that information out. She alluded to it a few times, that "You don't know the trouble I've had with him". No, I did not but she wasn't willing to give that info out and I didn't press her on it.  He has, yet again, allegedly written off the family and wants nothing to do with any of us for the rest of our lives.  Good for him. 

This is what they did with my dad. Wrote him completely off and wouldn't talk to him in any type of format. I never really thought they would do this with mom.  She's pretty old at this point, the "winter season" of life.  My oldest brother - no clue.  He believes she called him a liar, I seriously doubt that. He likely read more into what she was saying to him than he should have.  But, that wasn't a conversation that I was privy to.

Whatever.

I'm going to bed, still lacking energy. 

And just like that, I became left-handed almost instantaneously. 
Why?  I have no clue what happened, but a muscle or tendon in my right hand was injured - somehow - and my right hand became jolted with stabbing, intense pain with any use at all. 
This was last night - Friday night.  I thought to go an urgent care but none of them were open that late.  The hospital sounded appealing, to be honest, but I decided to go to sleep instead.

I'm back in Brownsville. I was on my way back up Thursday and got notification from my manager that I needed to get back to the yard that night and go back out - down to Brownsville again - the next morning.  Amazing, haven't had that happen in many, many moons.  Back in the "good ole' days" when we were busting @$$ and moving until we ran out of hours.  Perplexing, tho, because there is really not that much going on.  There was no point in going home at 8:00 pm and having to get up at 5:00 to go back to the yard.  I just spent the night in the truck, meaning out at least 4 days on this round. But that's okay, I had 3 full days off in between last run and 2 full days off between the runs before that.

TBH, I really wanted to go home after that last trip and recover.  Like, lay in bed for several days and try to get past this sickness. I don't think it's the flu, it's just a major head cold that has respiratory congestion.  Meaning coughing, hacking, sneezing, runny nose, all that wonderful stuff.  I tried some off brand stuff - that was what was available at the time - and it didn't work. I found some Mucinex and that made me feel much better.

As for the hand?  Attempting to just put on my clothes, pick up a bag, pull my belt through the loop - all major, searing pain jabs going through my hand. I was at the Love's down here all night long, I decided to take a shower - and found a packet of Alieve in the store, figured to at least try some pain reliever.  Yes, it worked.  I mean, the pain isn't completely gone but it is a huge improvement over what it was. Enough that I can even type without pain. So it's muscle or tendon, I'm guessing, not a bone issue.  Just amazing how something like that can affect your whole life if only temporarily.  Alieve is allegedly 12 hours worth of pain relief, I'm hoping that's actually true.  The packet had 2 of them so I can take another one tonight. 

But really, I might go to medical care down here if I have to wait a long time for a trailer to show up.  I want that hand checked out and whatever meds the doc will give me including steroid shot if applicable to ease this respiratory pain.  There's an urgent care opening soon - but I don't know what kind of equipment those places have? Are they able to take xrays? Cause' I figure that's the only way they can find out what's wrong with my hand.  I'm waiting for the yard guy to show up and give me an idea of what to expect today. They normally will bring up 2 trailers on Saturdays - but at what time who knows.  Yesterday I saw one of our trucks pulling up a trailer from down here - he hadn't made it more than 150 miles - at 5:00 pm, so I know they didn't show up until late with trailers. 

When I got down here, there was one empty, but the driver that had left the plant hours before me? Nowhere to be seen.  I dropped my trailer, left.  Figured I come back this morning, if he shows up before me and takes the empty, all fine and well, I'll get the detention pay since I was here.  Sure enough, he was underneath that empty when I came in here. He said he couldn't understand why he couldn't make it all the way down here last night.  A few explanations - don't stop except when you have to.  Get your fuel and take your 30 minute break at the same place so you don't waste time going into 2 separate places.  Drive like a madman - not fast - but stopping for nothing.  Well, a driving fool is the old terminology for it. 

But, the other factor is his truck is slower than mine.  By 3 miles per hour.  In 10 hours of driving, that's a 30 mile difference, enough to possibly explain why he couldn't make it.  Still, even when I was driving that other truck that only went 64 mph, I always made it down here unless something happened.  I think maybe these drivers lose their time in Houston.  Even if you are "sailing" right through there, it's likely they don't keep their trucks up at full speed.  Just weird. Some other drivers say they never make it down here in one day - but those people stop everywhere and take their sweet ole' time.  If that works for them, great, it doesn't work for me. Get the trip over with, don't drag it out longer than you have to, get more home time.

The other house. The "boy" has been sitting on his @$$ for over 2 weeks, I found out yesterday, not looking for a job and not getting any income. He texted me asking me for "more time" to pay his rent when it comes due on the 1st.  I had no knowledge when he texted me that he hadn't been looking for employment, tho it comes as no shock.  I didn't give him a definitive answer - yet - I was extremely cranky being sick and feeling like hell, I just decided to wait until I feel better. I can be pretty crass and unforgiving when I'm feeling like this.  But even after my head cleared up - the thoughts were: Gee, dude, why haven't you been looking for work all this time, instead, sitting at home playing video games?  Why is it it my responsibility to give you some sort of grace period because of your slothfulness?  I'm sick as hell and still putting in 12 to 14 hour days. This kid is perfectly healthy and sitting around doing nothing?

So, his options are A: pay the rent on time. B: pay the rent on time or C: pay at least half the rent and then incur penalties as the state of Texas legally allows for the late portion of it.  He needs a fire lit under his ass and I will be happy to do that.  This kid - he's 18 not really a kid - doesn't know anything. I mean, how to clean a toilet. Load a dishwasher.  Laundry.  Cook.  You hear Maria detailing what goes on over there and you are left dumbfounded after the conversation.  Like the boy was living in a cave his entire life and just emerged a few months ago to find out what adult life is all about?  I'm certainly glad I didn't raise my boy like that. 

The house in Phoenix. They put $100 on the card reader, but they owe $150 more and I'm not letting that go, either. They never asked to "steal" from me, they never mentioned it, they lied about it and I'm on the warpath as far as that situation is concerned.  She knows she isn't going to get away with it any longer.  If she wants to have a discussion about her finances and ask, I might be more giving in my stance.  But she didn't and still hasn't.  She's described her financial situation, but still never asked me for any help with it. I don't figure $250 a month for a place to live with all of those perks is that much to ask. 

I don't know anything about the boat.  It's over at the mechanics. I've been sick, don't really care at the moment.  Not going boating feeling like this, so it's whatever. I'll wait until he contacts me - or until I feel better, whichever comes first and then ask him about it. 

That's it. Yard guy told me another empty coming within a couple of hours. Might make it home tonight. 

Gag.
I woke up this morning at 5:00 am and quickly went right back to sleep. The idea of driving all day long never entered my mind, sleep, recovery, that was it.

3 hours later I woke up - mind you I went to bed around 9:30 last night - and still feeling like hell, got up anyway and figured I'd drive as far as I could and if I had to, stop somewhere and go to sleep.  I went 4 hours before I got a text from my manager - what is your ETA and what trailer do you have? At the time I was looking for a place to stop. 

I wasn't wanting to hear what was coming next: I need you to load tomorrow morning.  I was perplexed. The schedule at the loading plant was blacked out for tomorrow and the next day - they were going to take the pump apart and inspect it. It's making a noise that they can't identify.

Neither happy nor unhappy. I just had 3 days off, I need the run. I just got sick, I need to rest.  It's one pitted against the other.  I drove almost 8 hours after that call from the manager, however, to get through Houston before eternal rush hour started and get that s*** over with. 

I got the run over with, didn't go home. Made no sense to get leave the yard at 8:00 pm, go to one house to get the dogs, go home, spend an hour awake and visiting, go to sleep, get up early, drop the dogs back off, drive 35 miles and get here on time for the next run. It's just cause' I'm sick that I don't want to do this.  It's far more work than my energy levels were wanting to deal with after 11 hours of driving that I didn't want to do to begin with.

I have nothing else, cause' I'm going to sleep.

An absolutely miserable day.

Started out with the alarm going off. I slept almost straight through the night, the only thing that happened was some thunder that woke me up but I went straight back to sleep.  I felt odd this morning, but I didn't give it much thought.  Just, hmm, I slept 7 hours I shouldn't be feeling this tired right now.

Off to work, to the plant - where I was held up 3 hours and down the road we go. I was miserably tired.  I just couldn't understand why I was so tired considering I had gotten sufficient sleep.

Further on down the road about 150 miles traffic came to a roaring stop.  I don't mean we were slow and go or even moving and stopping, it was flat out stopped.  And it stayed that way for an hour and 15 minutes.  And that's when I began to realize that I wasn't feeling well. Not just tired, but yucky.  I already knew there wasn't going to be any detention pay on this trip because another driver advised me there were empties sitting at the yard in Brownsville. 

After getting through that mess - I saw one of the vehicles being hauled off, I thought I had seen some bad stuff but this one takes the cake. It was a Ford pickup with 4 doors.  It was completely crumpled.  It looked like a giant hand had squished it much like you would an empty coke can.  The truck was almost a ball, a bit more conical in shape, but I couldn't see how any one could have lived through that. The rear axle was smashed around almost up  to the front  axle.  If that gives you any idea of how wicked that thing looked. 

Getting up to the scene of the accident - all law enforcement was gone. But - they had done their work with spray painting numbers onto the asphalt and lines and such, ending up at a crumpled portion of guard rail. What happened? I'll never know.  But fatalities are always investigated like that and the roadway is blocked and that's that.  I understand that, I just was feeling like hell. 

Houston I breezed through, then the 28 miles of construction south of Houston but after that I was just fighting fatigue.  I had to stop and sleep for at least 30 minutes.  So, I stopped at the TA truckstop in Ganado, filled the tanks and fell asleep immediately.  It doesn't take long for me to get to sleep normally anyway, but like that? I was out of here.  The alarm went off 30 minutes later, felt as if I had just gone to sleep.

I fought the rest of the way down here. Aching body, sore throat, runny nose, headache to hell, itchy watery eyes - dunno if I have a fever I don't have a thermometer with me.  I'm assuming a very bad cold or the flu.  If this garbage doesn't subside at least a little by morning I'm finding an urgent care and getting looked at. No clue where I picked this up from, no one at the house is reporting any of the same symptoms besides Taylor saying she has a scratchy throat. I hope it isn't what I've got. 

But my head! Dang!!! I finally got into the yard, got the trailer unhooked and headed straight to CVS for meds. And Kleenex.  And lip balm - my lips went cracked dry and even open?   What the heck is this thing that got me?  I ain't playing with this s*** anymore, I know if I don't go see a doc and get whatever they will give me, I'll just suffer needlessly and usually horrendously. I think some of this must be a sinus thing going, because I have intense pressure going on the front of my head. 

Whatever the case, my phone is switched over to Verizon.  I now have unlimited data and I can tether it to my computer and I can watch movies or do whatever I please without the constant worry about using up my data.  The real thing for me, tho, is dumping ATT.  Just no.  And now, I informed Lynnette that I'm canceling her service as well and she will have to deal with it.  The simm card will arrive tomorrow.  She'll probably have to got to verizon outlet to get it installed if she can't do it.  Or find someone that can. 

I heard nothing back from middle brother when I asked him in that group text about his telling everyone to f*** off - when no one had said anything like that to him  - and more importantly, that the basis of his saying that was based on his assumption that we had all been talking behind his back. I didn't even know what he was talking about, much less talking about him about it behind his back. He's written the family off forever, so he says, good riddance.  I doubt it's true but one can dream. It would give me much more motivation to spend Christmas's with the family. 

Empty trailers here.  Bummer. This is the one time where I actually need  there to be no trailers.  I'm underneath one in the yard, but leaving early in the morning is completely out of the question.  There isn't going to be any of that unless I just happen to wake up and say, gee, I feel so good right now!  I"m not setting the alarm, I don't care when I get up.  The loading plant is shutting down tomorrow and will be  shut down for two days.  Meaning, they won't be loading trucks at the plant for 2 solid days.  This is the time when I would love to make a trip back to Phoenix and check in.  There's no way I will have another load for at least 3 days and probably 4. 

I dunno. I'd rather suffer my illness at home, in bed, with my doggies and isolation.  I'll either force myself to drive back tomorrow - or go to a hotel and climb into bed. 

Lol I have so many drafts in this blog that I never published. 

Anyway, 3rd day off.  I wanted to work today, but it just wasn't  happening, the work schedule has slowed down to a crawl.  But I did contact my manager this morning and politely asked if there was any possibility of working tomorrow? She contacted me back several hours later with a run to Brownsville for tomorrow.  Perfect, really  If I can get back before Friday at 5pm, I can get that on the next week's paycheck and it will be a decent one what with the other Brownsville run I'll have on there as well. 

Today, I went to Verizon and got this transition from ATT over to them started. I didn't want to just keep saying that I wanted to do it, it was time to do it.  I've got one more day on ATT before I have to pay another full month's bill. The phone in Phoenix, I just sent the simm card today and they will have that up and going on Thursday. The 3rd phone failed, it isn't working and I am shutting the line off temporarily, will add a 3rd line to the plan but only after we have some conversation about how much they are going to be paying per month for their portion of the rent. I don't care if they want to put it on the M power machine, that's fine, but the reality of it is that it best be showing that they are putting that full amount on there and not  - nothing at all - or a third of their obligation.  The third phone is contingent upon an agreement for more exposure.  Because I'll have to pay for that 3rd phone, the phones were simply a way of showing gratitude for running the house and taking care of things.  The cost was something like an extra $50 per month above and beyond my own plan.  The new plan I will have unlimited date and tethering for my laptop, of which I get on often enough to make it warrant extra money per month. My total bill will be $30 less per month than what I was paying ATT and with unlimited data I can stream movies and whatever I want on my laptop. 

I'm not giving up on them, I have determined, but I won't be cutting them any slack, either.  I want full accountability now that I know that I can't trust them.  It's up to them whether they want to continue with this arrangement or not, but if they ever lie to me again, I will likely react with "get the bleep out of my house, now" type of response.

Anyway, the talk part of dumping  ATT is over and done with. The action of getting rid of it altogether is almost complete.  I may have to pay for the Phoenix line for another month for I can't have that phone turned on until the simm card arrives.  Tho I think, since it's getting there Thursday, that they can just live without a functioning phone for less than a day and thank you very much, considering what has transpired anyway.  This is a no contract thing, btw, I won't have phone payments and I can dump the whole thing or some of it at any time. 

Okay so the boat outing almost left us dead in the water yesterday. Good thing for that test run.  And the bilge pump isn't working now - I went and bought a new one today, you don't want to be out on the water without an electric pump to pump out the water in the hull if there is a problem that occurs.  And it does have a leak, but not because of any cracks in the hull. I have come to the conclusion that one of the inlet lines must be leaking/broken in the hull itself.  There is a hole in the side of the boat - intentional hole - for a line going to the live well where you keep the fish you have caught and another one that pumps in air to aerate the water in that well.  I don't necessarily need  a live well if it's going to be a cause of the boat to sink, lol.  I really want it fixed but I don't think this mechanic is the right person to do that. There is a hull expert not too terribly far from here of which I am confident would get any leaks taken care of and won't cost that much to fix.  Or, I can put rubber expanding plugs in those holes and just block them up.  That may be the thing to do for now instead of spending even more money on this thing.  We can put a 5 gallon bucket on the boat and throw fish in there. Or just have a trailing line for keeping the fish attached to the boat on a line but still in the lake water. 

Anyway, I dropped the pump off at the mechanics place.  I didn't ask him about getting the idle fixed, he'll get to it when he gets to it.  The timing was off, we know that much, I also asked him to check the fuel pump and he said he was going to pull the carbs and make sure they are good - and I asked him to check the reed valves since he's pulling the carbs off.  If any of them are bad, that will cause the thing to run poorly. 

That's it for that for now.  I'm not going to worry about this boat. It will come together in due time. The hot season is over so any chance of skiing or tubing is gone until next summer. 

And with that, I have a dentist appointment. I was finally able to get them to get me in to hopefully get the new crowns put in. Shouldn't take him long to do that, it's just a matter of pulling the temps off and putting the permanents back on, which is a pretty quick process. 

I've left the Phoenix house on hold. The conversation ended abruptly the other day for I had nothing good to say and I felt it better to just shut up, let some time pass, let some anger fall away and get some non-emotional reasoning going about the situation.  I didn't hold them accountable, that's my fault.  They lied, that's on them.  If this setup is going to go on, it will be with 100% accountability from now on.  I want phone numbers for every person living in there so I can text them, identify myself and my position with the house and ask them how much they are paying per month to live there.  I can no longer trust my "friends" to tell me the truth about anything.

Trust is not given away, It is something that is built up over time. And it is easily dispatched.  There was no legitimate reason to lie about the finances. I've never been "hard line" with them about it.  If they needed a grace period, I gave it to them. If they needed a free month here and there, I gave that as well. But I fully expect them to pay something for the privilege of living there.  She has a job, he does side jobs.  I'm not sure why they thought it was okay to deceive me the way that they did.  I'm going to let some more time pass on by to mellow out, calm down, chill out and make a logical decision about what I want to do next.

Meanwhile, my family.  This all started with an outrageous text message from my middle brother a few days ago telling the whole family to f*** off and saying that mom has "destroyed" the family "once again" and that we, his 2 brothers, have fallen for it hook line and sinker. Notwithstanding the fact that I had no idea, not a clue, what he was talking about excepting to try and read into the information that he gave in the text.  It had something to do with the medical report the doctor has written out and given to my oldest brother, and my brother, who thinks he's a doctor, giving his version of what mother should do with her decisions about what the doc is telling her.

Mother is her own person. A very strong willed person. I had no idea until yesterday that my middle brother was attempting to enforce medical decisions on my mother to the point of his going into his unbelievable temper tantrums and giving her hell for even daring to say she will do something different.  My middle brother IS a paramedic, he is not  a doctor.  If mother wants another doctor's opinion on something, what the bleep is wrong with that?  So I listened to this for a while yesterday, the back and forth my brother has been doing with her for apparently a long time now. 

My mood at this point is to laugh at that brother.  I sent several laughing emoji's and "lmao" back at him after he said in that same-said text he wanted nothing to do with our "delusional" family.  I firmly embrace that decision, I hope he follows through with it. He has been the toxic factor to every gathering - forever - decades.  He was cool in his teens, he became self-absorbed in his adult life and put his "reputation" above literally everything else.  My son wants nothing to do with him after his interaction with his wife at a Christmas function last year. I want nothing to do with any family functions if he is going to be there.  I will simply not show up to another family get together if middle brother is going to be there.  I can visit mom on my own time and my son as well.  I'd actually like to spend my next Christmas - coming soon enough - here, where I am currently living, with the people that i have come to know and love as my own family. 

The other factor with that brother is that he had my oldest brother duped into thinking his unbelievable reactions to anything that happens either with mother or me are somehow normal and justifiable.  He apparently doesn't believe that anymore.  I don't know how you could read some of his texts and not think he's mentally unstable. Or that he doesn't need some therapy. 

Anyway, my oldest brother asked me to post the entire thread of the conversation that occurred between us brothers when mother disappeared on her birthday.  He took care of her, I give him ample, exceeding credit for that.  He made sure she was okay. He went over there several times to check up on here. Us other 2 brothers had no access to her because she has left her phone in the Uber ride she had taken to the hospital - which amazes me she didn't call anyone to help her out. 

So, I took screen shots of everything and posted it.  Crickets for 24 hours. No replies from anyone.  Then mother said thanks.  But the oldest bro?  Is all offended now and won't talk to her.  This is my family. And reminds me why I don't care if I am not living over there.  Flights are cheap enough, I cn take one once a year, visit, have a shallow conversation with everyone because that's what they are all about, leave and feel like I've just wasted a round trip ticket, the drive to the airport, the parking fee, food, housing if any expenses for much of nothing. 

But, I do need to pull a surprise visit on my house.  We're going to sit down at my kitchen table there and we are going to have a face to face.  I don't know yet when I'm going to do that, but probably next month. 

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Finally. Not just word on the boat but a video sent to me showing the thing running. Sounds like a hot rod, lol.  I mean, it sounds a lot better than it did before I took it over there.  6 cylinder 2 stroke, has a different sound to it.  He wants to take it on the lake after he gets it put back together and ready to go.  Which is good, I want someone that knows what they're doing to take it out there and make sure it's going to be dependable ride.  I have  plans for that boat.

Just spent the evening next door with the cop neighbor.  He's actually a banker and a cop.  Anyway, he invited me to head over to Dallas with him tomorrow.  Just out of the blue when we were leaving - it's starting to get late we can't just sit out there all night long lol - you can come along if you want.  He's very well connected.  Ultra rich people connected including folks working in the Cowboys, not going to go into detail since that's all personal stuff. I'm not making any claims of anything lol, I don't much care if a person is rich or poor, but it's interesting to hear him speak about these people that are multi millionaires that don't act that way.  You know what I mean, snotty, arrogant, stuck up. 

I might go, I dunno. Do something different, but I don't really want to miss the opportunity to go out on the lake, either.  Kind of a hard decision, tho the mechanic didn't say when he was going to wrap things up with it.  Might be a nice distraction tho, go to Dallas and meet new people, engage in a totally different type of atmosphere. 

Hopefully, today I will get word on the boat. The parts should arrive and won't take long to install.  If he gets it running good, I'm going to ask him to take it to the nearby lake with me - I'll pay extra - and give me some pointers on boating and how to launch it and capture the thing back on the trailer.  Worth an extra $50?  The same reservoir I took the boat to with the first mechanic is only a few miles from his property.  I remain hopeful, at least, that the problem will be resolved, the thing will run normally and we can go fishing.

We can't go skiing or tubing now, the temperatures have dropped significantly, but that won't stop me/us from going out on the lake for some peaceful fishing endeavors.  Or not so peaceful depending on who comes lmao.

Waking up this morning, it dawned on me that they wanted crackpot chicken.  And wanted it done by the time she gets home. Okay, they didn't demand anything, I had just asked what we wanted for dinner today and James definitively spoke out crackpot chicken.  But, Taylor needs it done by the time she gets home at 4:00 because she is going to her second job at 5:00. Rushing out the door, I got to kroger's, got the goods, but couldn't stop myself from going over to the UPS store and getting rid of the second haul of useless Directv garbage - electronic equipment.  Wash my hands of that company, at least on the DTV side and be done with them forever.  I'm missing some of the channels I thought I would be getting on Dish, tho, and have to decide whether it's worth it to upgrade to the next tier up so I can watch reruns of Star Trek Generations and other old shows that I like far better than any of the nonsense that is being pumped out now.

They do have the AMC channel and the Walking Dead, but I have found that I have lost interest in the show.  They lost the ability to keep viewers intrigued and captured by the unfolding drama.  Namely, I started to lose interest after they had a million different chances to kill Negan and they kept letting him go.  That story line started to get boring. I've heard they've made it better, but I haven't watched any of it recently.

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Hours on the phone. Yet again.  More ATT disrespect.  I've had a snoot full of it.  I paid off the phones a few minutes ago and then it's 24 hours before they can be unlocked.  But the account is paid up through the 16th of this month so I'm going to wait until then to go ahead and switch over to Verizon.  Or whoever, anyone but ATT. That is if I can get the situation set up with the folks in Phoenix before then.

Because right now, I gently spoke about the disparity of the amount they are paying on the M power card every month and the amount that has actually been paid.  I can't just let this go. I thought about it long and hard, whatever happens, happens.  But I'm not going to have people lying to me that I trusted with my house and just think they can get away with it.  There was never any mention of reduced payments, it was always "I'll put the $250 on later on this month".  2 months they paid zero.  The rest of them they put on $100. They never told me about it, I knew something was going on but I didn't have access to my M power account - which I recently rectified.

I may have partial responsibility in now knowing what they were actually paying - but that was based on a trust that I had with them that is now lost.  They flat out lied to me, month after month. I trust very few people and this is another shutdown in that department.  I know I will never get any of that money back, that's a foregone conclusion.  She stopped responding. She admitted that "I haven't put on as much as I should have", but that doesn't account for lying about it.  Or not just coming forward and saying they can't afford it - because, obviously, of this 13 grand in credit card debt they've gotten themselves into.

I'm at a loss as to what to do about this now.  What else might be going on that I don't know about?  Should I make a surprise visit to Arizona and check up on my mother and my house and my son?  What do I say to her now? She admitted she had done "some" of it but didn't apologize.  Very unsettling.  I wonder how Mark feels about this? He's like the most honest person I know, he's not the one that's been telling me about making the payment later on the month, Lynnette has been saying that all along.  But once you lose trust in people, it's hard to over come.  Should I just evict everyone and sell the house? I'ts well above what I owe on it.  I'd rather have waited a few more years - that market value will continue to rise because of the location.  It's hot real estate - tho the people offering the cash payment for your house nonsense won't admit that.

People are refusing to move out of the neighborhood because it's far less expensive than anything within probably 10 miles besides the town of Guadalupe - I have no idea what housing is going for there.

Anyway, after checking again today to see if she had deposited anything and going over the last 9 months, I just couldn't ignore this any longer. Whatever happens - happens  I know I said I didn't want to stir the pot but these people freaking lied to me.  And took money that didn't belong to them.  Even out of the rest of the rent, there is at least one month where only $80 was put on the card reader where it should have been minimum $200 from my part of it.  I at the very least need her to apologize to me for this without my having to prod her to do so or I will have to contemplate what I want to do next. 

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She finally apologized, at least, as I continued to press the issue. She for some reason mentioned
mark and their relationship isn't going so well. I said sorry to hear that, that doesn't change anything about what we're discussing. I'm not there, I don't know what's going on between them, I don't know if I should be concerned about the house or not. 

Enough of that. It's Friday morning, leaving in a few to head to the yard and head down to Brownsville. 

Almost 10 hours of cumulative sleep later and I feel much better. Maybe not 100%, but enough to make the drive home today.  No rush to get out of here, it's still early enough at 5:48 am.  My trip to Logan's was followed by going down to the Peterbilt cafe - my truck's refrigerator - pulling out a bunch of food, lugging it up here and making dinner.  Last night that is, followed by going to bed early.  Even with the road noise outside I slept right through all of that. That's a sign of how toasted I was in the sleep department, I'm a very light sleeper. 

Sometimes, I forget to ask for a room on the backside of the property and preferably on the top floor.  And if I do forget, I either end up asking for another room or just dealing with it.  Usually asking for another room tho.  The top floor here? Is not being used, at all, oddly enough.  I've never seen that before.  This is a 3 story property. Perhaps there is too much competition and they simply don't need to use it?  Just weird.  If I ever have the need to stay up here again, I'm going to be trying to find on a satellite view any place where I can park the truck and stay at that wonderful looking Marriot Residence Inn. 

Not complaining tho, this room was not the nicest place I've ever been in but it was peaceful and a much better choice than the only other place I know of to stay up here - the Econolodge. I stayed there once and probably wouldn't want to do that again.

Well, according to the mechanic, the parts for the boat are coming in today (or tomorrow) - hoping today tho.  It wont take him long to replace those parts and see if his diagnoses was correct.  Fingers crossed - tho now it's too late anywhere for tubing or skiing on the lake.  That won't stop us from going on fishing expeditions - if the thing is ever fixed of course. 

With that, I'm moving out of here and get on down the road!

Continuing on with yesterday's theme, I "figured" out what I was going to do alright.  It was getting late - past 4:00 pm - in terms of getting a load for tomorrow (today) so I asked her if I was going to be sent out tomorrow?  2 minutes later I get a phone call from her.  Dusty's truck broke down and I need to get that load delivered tomorrow morning.  Meaning leave today - yesterday,  drop what I'm doing and get on down the highway.  I was all for it, but I cautioned her that I was about 2 hours out from being able to leave.

I never stopped to consider the timing of when to leave, just sounded like get in a hurry to get this run done.  So she said she would see who's at the yard.  I said cool, just let me know if you want me to do it.  Back on the phone again, I don't want Gary to do it, he's too slow.  In reality, Gary would never drive that late into the night for any reason.  I don't necessarily blame him, but I do think it limits the loads he gets.

Oh, about the timing. Well she gave me the run - which is a hoot'n'anny'holler better than the thing she was going to dump me with today.  A Houston airgas run, in the top 3 of the most worthless runs we have.  When I got home, I started thinking. I am driving to Tellulah, Louisiana to get the trailer - the truck broke down there and is still  there.  Good thing for the driver he gets hourly break down pay.  After that, drive straight on through to Decatur.  It was 5:00 pm and I started thinking about the mileage of that run.

600 miles.  If I leave too early, I thought, I'll get there too early and then I won't have enough on duty hours to deliver the load, much less find a place to park afterwards.  Then it dawned on me, I will have to drive alllllllllll night long and into the daylight to get there on time.  My manager was seriously concerned because this account isn't "our" account, it belongs to the plant that manufactures the product. If we don't show up on time, or very near it, they will start handing out the loads to some other company, the thing they did last year and we were hurting seriously because of it.

BTW, the Decatur run is a little bit more miles than Brownsville. The only thing that makes Brownsville better is the detention pay.

So I texted Ann: I'm leaving at 9:30 pm and driving all night. Otherwise, the load won't get there until around 5:00 pm (if I stopped for a 10 hour break before getting there). She said fine.  I immediately went to bed.  No sense in wasting the available hours to catch a nice 2 hour nap, which I did and then got up, got out of there, got to the yard, and yes, I drove all night long.  I arrived on time - can't say the same for the people assigned to unload the truck - got into the plant, got to the unloading rack and waited until they showed up. It was 3 hours in that plant and I was dying.  Exhaustion hit and it was all I could do to stand up.

I got to the hotel after that with 15 minutes to spare. Why did I get a hotel? Because the ac/heat decided to stop working altogether yesterday and I am not going to try to sleep in that truck after being up for 32 hours straight without it working.  I contacted my manager: I'm getting a hotel because the truck AC isn't working, I intend on putting the receipt in the package with the rest of my paperwork and getting my money reimbursed. She said fine, thanked me for getting her out of a bind and that was that. 

I really, reaaaaalllllllllyyyyyy wanted to stay at that huge Marriott Residence Inn!  That thing is a mammoth! I've never seen one that big before.  But there wasn't any truck parking there.  Marriot Courtyard and Holiday Inn same thing. Along with La Quinta.  So I opted for a mid scored brand in the Microtel. It was that or Econolodge.  Actually, I might have been able to find parking at the Residence Inn, but from the front appearance it didn't look promising and more to the point: I've been awake since yesterday morning and fooling with parking was not high on my list of things I wanted to do. 

The room isn't bad at all.  No strange odors, nice carpeting, nicely appointed furnishings, an island jutting out from the wall with a dishwasher, microwave and a sink - oddly no stove top with all of that. 

32 inch tv perched way up high on a cabinet they have on the wall in the middle of the room? Not good.  Good thing I don't feel like watching any tv, whatsoever.  I am so tired right now, that I'm too tired to go to sleep. 

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After vegetating for an hour, I am no longer tired lmao. 
I can say that I haven't done an all-nighter in - decades?  I came close a while back at 4 am, but that doesn't touch getting to the plant at 7:25 am and then staying at the plant another 3 plus  hours. I'm quite enjoying this particular hotel stay for unknown reasons. It's just relaxing this time around.  I'm not stressed.  I don't care about much of anything at the moment. I'm in some sort of daze, not confused, just a fog around my brain from lack of sleep. But it is strangely comforting.  It doesn't hurt that this stay is - or will be - free. And that I filled my gut at Logan's steakhouse just down the street. 

And so it is.  I think I'll peruse dishnetwork on my laptop and see if there's anything good playing. 

How fast will a 150 horse Mercury Black Max motor push that boat around a lake?
I do hope soon to find out.
Payment for parts made, hopefully this dude will get them ordered, installed and get that thing running correctly very soon.  My friends laughed at me and said when I get it running I'll have to work two weekends in a row!  Gag, that wasn't nice! Lol it was all in fun.  Still, hope persists.

Meanwhile I was watching videos of this particular motor on various boats.  Flying across the lake.  I'm torturing myself watching this stuff.  Because why? I can't do that  - yet.
Or just get it way out there somewhere, stop it, get out the fishing rods and start catching dinner.

I'll take a finely crafted, executed, written and acted old Western over much of anything that is coming out of Hollywood any day.  On that note, I have my Dish Network installed - at a much cheaper rate than what I was paying for DirecTV (tho admittedly I could have reduced service with DTV and gotten a cheaper rate as well, but I was through with them).  But what am I watching? Reruns of Bonanza on Roku, the free stuff they offer.

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Monday.  Just spent literally HOURS on the phone with ATT mobile and ATT Directv. A debit in the amount of $164.26 was taken out of my account.  There was no rhyme or reason for it, so I called the mobile side of it first. After almost an hour on the phone with them, it was verified that that amount was not taken out. Direct - the same old s***.  Get connected with one person, switched to another, dumped into the main system, start all over.  I was getting very annoyed.

After unknown amounts of time - I started this earlier this morning and now it's 12:30 pm - I finally got to the bottom of it.  I had cancelled my account.  11 days later, they took out that $164.26.  They shouldn't have taken anything out, according to the guy I was talking to (of whom I got his ID for future reference).  But, instead of getting my money back instantaneously? Or even in a few days? They are sending me a visa gift card in that amount instead? And up to 3 MONTHS to get it?  If there was any reason not to deal with this company after all I've been through with them, this certainly topped it off nicely. ATT is history as far as I'm concerned.

Now, in my quest to get rid of ATT altogether, I found out I could get 3 lines with unlimited data on Verizon for a total of $165 per month after taxes.  I'm paying $200 now but that includes the monthly payments.  I don't have unlimited data now.  I have 20 mg's and it's only on my phone, the other two phones, they have to use wifi if they want to access the internet on them.  It's unlimited texting and calls, but they have no frills plans. 

I'm actually considering dumping the other two lines and letting them pay for their own service. After finding out that they have lied to me about the monthly rent deposits - namely - their portion of it - I kinda got bent out of shape.  "We'll put our $250 on later this month" - onto the M Power for electric service that is, it's cash you go to a machine at a grocery store, dump the money into it, it loads it onto a card, you take the card home, put it on the machine and walaah, you have that much added to your account.  Well, she has only been putting $100 per month on there for a long time now, on one month they didn't put any money on it.  I knew something wasn't right, I just didn't have the facts to support my theories.  If I dump their phone service, the money lost will be partially made up. 

Their problem is that they got into 13 grand worth of credit card debt and now they are drowning in monthly payments. In their financial situation, they shouldn't have gotten credit cards at all.  So apparently, I'm the one that has to eat the loss, not the credit card company?  But, now that she knows that I'm on this - I didn't specifically address it but she knows I can see if she's adding anything - I will be in position to ask her at the beginning of next month why she either A: didn't put anything on there or B: put the full $250 on? That's all they're being charged to live there. 

You don't just presume that a person will agree without asking that they can just not pay the agreed to amount.  I did them a favor long ago letting them come live on the property, they've done me a favor, so-to-speak, of  taking over the house.  But the agreement was they would pay $250 per month.  And frankly, if they didn't have that house, they would very likely be back out on the street. I don't wish that upon them at all, at the same time, telling me all this time they were going to put that money on later in the month and then not doing it is very troubling for me.

After months of high temperatures, yesterday being 92 at high dew point/humidity and real feel well up into the 100's - the temps finally came down overnight. It's in the mid 60's outside right now, just about cool enough to start burning a nice fire in the fire pit outside again.  Probably not today. I'm a bit exasperated that I had to go through all of this yet once again with ATT/Directv.  You end the service, you expect them to stop taking money out of your bank account. I have no access now to my Directv account online since it's been deactivated. I could have found this info out if I had been able to just access those accounts. 

Just mystifying the way that company treats it's customers.

Work? No clue. Off two days now, I should be going out tomorrow, but who the heck knows. 

The rest of today? No clue.  Not in the mood now to do much of anything. Hang out with the dogs. I've been contemplating for a while now of getting a generator.  The lightning strike this morning caused the power to go out, then on, then off, and then partially on before the power company came out later and clicked the giant fuse on the telephone pole up with that very long rod they use to reach up there and do that.  Power goes out frequently here.  Just a lot of money tho, about $500 for the size I want - to cover what I want it to be able to power up, which would be alternating between freezers and the refrigerator and my window AC until so at least one room is cooled - or the room heater if it's cold - and some lights.  Very frequent occurrence of power going out and it gets old on the days off. 

Oh, and the other thought?  Cooler temps have arrived. No skiing or tubing now whenever this boat gets going.  Lol. 

well, I'll figure something out. 

The biggest thing that's been on my plate for over a month now is this boat.
And getting it fixed.
The first mechanic finally started talking to me after 17 days of blowing me off - through FB direct message but better than nothing.  He claims he's been laid up in bed and sick.  I have no reason to believe or disbelieve him - tho I have noticed they haven't updated their ad in almost 2 weeks so that lends some credibility. 

But, he went into this long thing about other mechanics are going to want to replace the stator, the power pack, coils, all the ignition stuff.  Notwithstanding the fact the he wasn't going to come out and fix it, he certainly had his opinions on the matter. Well, the other mechanic by that time had already texted me back after asking if he had any luck yet - and had narrowed it down to "Well its sputtering at all rpm ranges. If the carbs were rebuilt within 2-3 years, they should be fine. Compression is good on all cylinders. All 6 coil packs are good according to multimeter. The only other possibility is the power packs, stator, trigger, and rectifier. The voltage regulator appears to be fine because voltage is steady, not erratic. The trigger sends current to each power pack bank at a certian degree in rotation, basically a distributor. It is good because you would have no fire at all if not. I havent checked powerpacks yet but i will. That is my best guess hypothesis"

Later on, he called me.  Said he had checked everything. The stator has a hole through it - so much for the first mechanic's theory that the stator isn't bad - he had replaced a power pack with a used one he had, had found that only 3 of the 6 cylinders were working, but after putting on the power pack 5 of them came to life and that some switch box - didn't understand that one - was also bad.  Something like this motor's version of a distributor.  He had taken compression, it was all good.  That's the thing that worries you right off the bat.

If the compression isn't good and not within 10 pounds of the other cylinders, you are in for an expensive repair job.  If the compression is good, then you are looking at either electronics of fuel.  Or a combination thereof.  Anyway, he came up with $260 to order the parts.  I don't really have any choices here, I have to take his word for it and hope he's right. He tested everything with a multi meter, he wasn't just guessing. Well he was guessing at first as evidenced above, but he wasn't going to do anything until he was certain that he had a correct diagnostic. 

So I was going to send him money via paypal, facebook dm, or cash app - or whatever he preferred.  He doesn't do business that way, lmao.  It's cash in person.  So, he won't order the  parts until I hand him the cash in person.  Not to worry, the place where he is doing the repair work is also his house.  I know where he lives, lol, and I will be getting a receipt.  He "seems" to be an honest, upright person that has some morals and values.  That was my first impression and I have no reason - yet - to think anything else.  It's just plain and simple here - there aren't that many options for getting the thing fixed. It's an older boat and the shops mostly don't want to touch it.  If I had taken the boat to the place that said they would look at it, they would have sent it back because they didn't want to fool with electronics and apparently, electronics are what the problem is.

This is a live and learn process for me.  Boats are out of my range of knowledge and I'm a newbie.  I'll get the thing going one way or another - got some money tied up into it now, no looking back part came and went a while ago. 

Onto other things. After having a long discussion with another driver who has also been doing the 2 day sitting thing in between loads - while seeing others going out the next day or the day after - we came to the conclusion that our manager is really only going to consider what's in front of her. If you are in her chair, sitting in her office, you are going to get a load.  If you aren't, good luck.  If you text her telling her you are ready and available to go out, you will probably have better chances than not saying anything at all. I have refrained from saying anything because she is easily offended at even the slightest hint that you don't like the way she is running things. But if I sent her a text saying "Hi Ann, I'm at home and ready to go out again", without inferring anything about the way she does things, at least I have given it a try.  If I get into it with her about her "first in/first out" and the fact that it doesn't actually work that way, she'll go directly into sending me out into the system on-call.

That's her standard, modus-operandi with everyone. Instead of discussing anything, she gets defensive and just basically tells you she will get rid of you.  Well, I would go out on-call for a week or two, maybe, but I wouldn't do it permanently. That would be the cue to go find a new job.  And right now? I don't feel like going through all that s***. It's a lot of work and mentally draining and sometimes even depressing looking for jobs. 

And then there's the "other" house.  Maria is getting discontent with her living situation.  I saw that coming, just waited for it to materialize.  I'm not going to help her anymore than what I am already doing, which is quite a lot. If she doesn't like it, she can go find a new place to live.  My name isn't even on the current lease now, so it's whatever to me.  I've already discussed with James about watching my dogs if it comes to that to see what his reaction would be - and also offered to pay him for the headache. Tho, my dogs aren't that much to deal with. Put them out in the morning, bring them in at night and please feed them. That's it.  He likes Addler anyway - I think everyone likes Addler - that helps. 

Anyway, she got all pissy with Taylor a few days ago. Taylor went out of town for work for a couple of days, maria agreed to watch the boys, for pay of course.  When Rene was here, she did it for $40 per day.  Or even less if Taylor said she was in  a pinch financially.  Or babysitting - Rene would do it cheap.  So, Taylor went to Houston on work assignment last week, Maria agreed to the $40 per day. But, by the time Taylor got back, the whole story had changed.  She was angry about "not getting paid enough" - even tho she agreed to it.  It was obvious those boys had gotten to her.  They are several handfuls, not just a handful.  She's demanding double the pay.  Listening to Taylor relay the story, I got a bit irritated with Maria. 

She wanted the same from me.  She wanted me to start paying her to watch my dogs.  This was after we had already agreed that if she stayed at that house after Rene left, she would watch the dogs, I would be responsible for the bills and I would pay whatever is above and beyond what the 3 incoming rents didn't cover.  Tho I went well beyond that buying her food and supplies for the house. She doesn't have any grip on me, my dogs don't have to go over there. It's a better setup if they do, but it's not mandatory. They're dogs, they will survive. She knows this.  She is poor, broke and has nothing.  Instead of being thankful for people helping her out, she is getting pissy about it all and if she starts up with me?  I will give her a dosage of the foulest tasting liver oil she has ever had from anyone.

If you're going to be thankless, ungrateful and belligerent when people are trying to help you, piss off.  Is that the Christian thing to say? I don't know, but I grew tired of being a doormat long ago, when people would tell you you aren't a Christian because you won't beckon to every command.  You offer to help people and they walk allllll over you.  That didn't stop me from helping people, but it certainly changed how I go about doing it.  I could write a book about helping people who came to the point that they thought I was their personal slave and could just call me at any time of the day or night and demand I come over right now and do this and that.

I'm not making that up, it's no exaggeration.  I learned how to place boundaries and limitations.  People calling me non-Christian because I wouldn't drop everything I'm doing and go help them right then and there began getting it right back at them.  There's a mechanic shop down the street from your house, go pay them full price for the work. Or - there's a Uhaul at such and such address, they will rent you a truck versus taking mine, emptying the gas tank, leaving dents on the body and leaving it trashed out.  And a LOT of other stuff that I am not going to bother going into here. The point is my views of helping people have been tempered with a lifetime of experience with it.  Once a person starts showing signs of discontent, I'm inclined to start pulling out of the situation..

But, I'm not going to say anything to her, the signs are telling. The 18 year old she let in there was of her own accord, I neither asked her to take him in nor pressured her - and even gave my doubts about it.  Now she is regretting it and that's alllllll on her.  The boy is working now, at least.  I'ma play this one by ear and see where it goes.

On the way down here yesterday - I'm in Brownsville again - I saw one of the worst wrecks I have ever seen.  I came up on a back up of stopped traffic. Got out my GPS and saw it went on for literally MILES.  I was amazed GPS hadn't alerted me to this and given me an alternate route.  I looked, there were definitely ways to get around this mess, but by the time I got to the back up, too late. I was stuck in that for an hour and fifteen minutes, stop and go, mostly stopped, until I finally got to the accident.  The skid marks showed that something had rammed into the center divider, bounced off it, skidded along way and then....finally getting past the fire trucks and wreckers.....a mobile home, still attached to the truck pulling it, the truck was totally trashed and the front axle was hanging over the center divider!  That divider is 3 feet tall, it's taller than others that appear about 2 to 2-1/2 feet tall. It must have been a terrible impact for it to force that entire truck up that divider and over the other side.  That's solid concrete reinforced with rebar - it didn't phase it.

I didn't think I was going to make it down here yesterday, but I pushed hard and got down here with 5 minutes left on the 14 hour clock before I quit for the day.  There was one other driver ahead of me getting down here. He apparently had tried to let me get here first because he had just pulled in when I got there. He left the plant 2 hours before me and didn't get stuck in that traffic. I know how some of these drivers work, lol, they want that detention pay as bad as I do.  But, he still beat me.  There are no other drivers waiting down here, so I doubt it's going to make any difference. Those empty trailers almost always come in one right after the other. Unlikely that I will get much more wait time than he does. 

But, I don't have another run until Tuesday at the earliest.  So it would be nice if there were no trailers coming in today, otherwise it's just another 2 day off scenario. 

Well, that's enough for this one. Sit and wait.  It's 10:00 am, if trailers get here before 1ish pm, I can make it back tonight.