A Little TA

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Back in the truck and everything is familiar

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Tony Orlando and Dawn.

Florida and the truck is parked in Orlando.  “100 gallons of fuel a day” I’m listening to the driver chatting with his uncle. We got lucky since family is here. I got to sleep in a normal bed had a  shower and watched TV.  It feels good to be back in the truck though, and it dawned on me that “the shift” (mental change outlook) is here in the most subtle ways. For example,  I now like sleeping in tight quarters.  I prefer it over spacious accommodations I view dirt and grime not as an enemy but a necessary evil. I observe more and ask less because the answer will come. And as much as I desire the beach and ocean spray I have learn to enjoy other things like the “Superior Live Stock Auction” 6k gets you 29 feeder steers. So cheers to “blonde bucks and good boogers” auction talk for healthiness.

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Bro Code

This is a case about how friends over time become family.  I had a timely situation where I had to work during day go to a home and repair all kinds of stuff and get out b4 the new tenants move in. Who ya gonna call “Ghostbusters”.  So we had move a newer type of washer and dryer, abandoned by the previous tenant, to an upstairs room. I called the driver and got the best of what it takes to “get her done” But no my bro had me doing opposite.  He had the best intention (machine gravity thing) things got a little heated and Venus said to Mars let’s do it this way and if it does not work we’ll try you way.  It worked out. At dinner I apologized for wigging out and Ruben said “your my sister don’t worry about it” How wonderful was that.  My bro has never let me down and the past 3 days  showed up with coffee a good attitude and tools to “get her done”.

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What are Friends for.

In a nutshell I miss this blog. I had to stay behind and fix mess. As I sit here in Long Beach Airport in California to fly out  meet driver in Florida.  I wanna cry because I had to take my cat to cat gangland.  I wish for reassuring words like “she’ll be fine”. I called several cat rescues and essentially told the same thing. No room at the inn. A cat sanctuary will take her to live out the rest of her life for 5k. She is about 17 years basically she just eats and shits. I took her  to my mom’s and just this  morning told my mom ” I just can’t bring myself to euthanize Mika”.  My mom almost  cried and said Kitty boy and Frank Sinatra will kill her. I chat up the secretary/friend “ya they’ll kill her” Mika stay hid behind the washer and dryer till I get back. No good deed goes unpunished.

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