I'm supposed to back on the road tomorrow, Monday, morning. The Mrs., however, has requested that I stay an additional day. The reason being that she is having a very stressful time at work and wants my support in person rather than on the phone from some rest area in Georgia. That's fine with me because I have bought a lot of stuff and it's sitting in plastic bags at the front door. The only time I've been in the truck was to vacuum the bunk area. At this point, I'll spend time tomorrow loading and arranging things. I don't know about you, but I'm always stressed the day before I leave. I don't really know why. I hate the feeling, but I can't make it go away. Just a brief aside, I had received a Remington electric razor for Christmas. Something happened to the screen and it cuts my face. I don't have the receipt, but it was purchased at Target. So back to Target. Without a receipt forget it and we're told there's nothing they can do. So we go to Wal-Mart. They exchanged it with a new one. That's why, no matter what, I always return to Wal-Mart. Screw Target. I cannot live without an electric razor on the road, but I can live without Target. At least that turned out ok. Other things, well, let's say that after two or three days being home and being with the Mrs., perhaps knowing that I only have a day or so left to resolve the problems of the household, there is a lot of anxiety in the air. I know I can only take in so much while still trying to recover from being on the road. Hometime for 3-5 days after being gone for 4-6 weeks is tough. I, well actually the both of us, are looking for some "magic" that I don't know can be rekindled. Not so much between us, but with our lives in general and where we live. Anyone that travels a great deal and is away from home like a OTR truck driver or someone in the military can possibly understand what I'm talking about. Finally, the photo is my pool, or what remains of my pool. Job changes, tax problems, gaps between decent paychecks and more, have made the pool secondary in the "must take care of department". You cannot live in Florida without a pool. Having a pool is a royal pain in the ass. But somehow over the next six months, I'm going to try and restore the "thing" myself since hiring some to do it is out of the question. Wish me luck. The photo is by V. Grumpy.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Sunday night...Day 4...Hometime
I'm supposed to back on the road tomorrow, Monday, morning. The Mrs., however, has requested that I stay an additional day. The reason being that she is having a very stressful time at work and wants my support in person rather than on the phone from some rest area in Georgia. That's fine with me because I have bought a lot of stuff and it's sitting in plastic bags at the front door. The only time I've been in the truck was to vacuum the bunk area. At this point, I'll spend time tomorrow loading and arranging things. I don't know about you, but I'm always stressed the day before I leave. I don't really know why. I hate the feeling, but I can't make it go away. Just a brief aside, I had received a Remington electric razor for Christmas. Something happened to the screen and it cuts my face. I don't have the receipt, but it was purchased at Target. So back to Target. Without a receipt forget it and we're told there's nothing they can do. So we go to Wal-Mart. They exchanged it with a new one. That's why, no matter what, I always return to Wal-Mart. Screw Target. I cannot live without an electric razor on the road, but I can live without Target. At least that turned out ok. Other things, well, let's say that after two or three days being home and being with the Mrs., perhaps knowing that I only have a day or so left to resolve the problems of the household, there is a lot of anxiety in the air. I know I can only take in so much while still trying to recover from being on the road. Hometime for 3-5 days after being gone for 4-6 weeks is tough. I, well actually the both of us, are looking for some "magic" that I don't know can be rekindled. Not so much between us, but with our lives in general and where we live. Anyone that travels a great deal and is away from home like a OTR truck driver or someone in the military can possibly understand what I'm talking about. Finally, the photo is my pool, or what remains of my pool. Job changes, tax problems, gaps between decent paychecks and more, have made the pool secondary in the "must take care of department". You cannot live in Florida without a pool. Having a pool is a royal pain in the ass. But somehow over the next six months, I'm going to try and restore the "thing" myself since hiring some to do it is out of the question. Wish me luck. The photo is by V. Grumpy.
