My lack of blogging is due to learning a new route and routine, and further messing up an already dysfunctional company. Yep, I fit right in.
Have some miscellaneous sarcastic ideas that I wanted to put to paper, and/or molest electrons as the case may be.
Just because cattle were once trail driven from West Texas to
WY is no reason for the BNSF railroad to name
a siding near Torrington, WY
“ West Texas”. On the best day of the best century, West Texas never looked that good.
You can tell the level of involvement of people in agriculture by the number of functioning lights on their stock trailer. Fewer lights, more involved. Don’t know how to classify the people I saw today with their trailer electrical plug sitting on the hitch. To their credit, they had their pickup lights on and were diligently signaling lane changes. Plus, the trailer was rusty and wobbled going down the road. Total involvement?
So I’m number eight in a line of cars on a two lane road with a 45 mph speed limit. I’m sure the jackass behind me sitting one car length off my bumper is pushing the seven cars in front of me to go faster.
On a positive note, I’m still breathing air and taking nourishment. Mega doses of MSM and tart cherry juice has pushed the pain in my knees back down to a tolerable level. Life is good!