Its April the 3rd 2011, I am back at the motel tonight after running around most of the day, chasing down contractors, humming along to a schedule I had a hand in writing but seems illegible, glad I can do it blindfolded most of the time. I am starting to miss the good old days... when spring meant a break. This winter has been long and with no end, I feel like I have been head down tail up for too long. But that is also good in a way...keeps me from thinking, lets me concentrate fully on the meaningless-ness of the daily work slog. The wait don't stop and actually think, don't let my focus light on real life for even a minute.
I did that today...for one brief moment. I didn't like it. Why should it affect me now? That's all water under the bridge, or so I thought, why should it matter.
Well the jobs have been going good enough, we are just about finished one location, but just starting on another goddamn water pit. During this upcoming 2 weeks there will be a total of 2 pits to deploy liner in. The supplier called and I should be taking delivery of the liner rolls in the next few days. I am hoping they send it on a truck with a good driver, the last couple really made me appreciate a real, honest to god, Canadian off-road, oilfield truck driver. I don't know when this stint will end for sure...I really want to help an old friend on the 19th if I can, but with the way this spring is going I might have to head down to Lethbridge and get that well from earlier this winter cleaned up before the farmer starts seeding. The snow is going fast and the frost is coming out and making things muddy like a mofo.
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