Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Gotta be a bit tetched....

Gotta be, to adapt to this craziness.

Ratchet did make it home last night, after all. Not for very long but 5 hours of sleep in your own bed is better than 8 in that bunk.

Drop at 7 a.m. so, up at 5:30. Quick coffee, slippers, bathrobe and winter coat, out the door delivering Ratchet to the truck so he could deliver his load. He's currently still waiting for the lumpers to finish unloading him. He'll know within the next hour or two where, or if, he has a load today. He's hoping he doesn't because he needs to take that blasted truck back to the terminal and tell them to fix the *@&@%#%$#@ headlight, replace that marker light and give him back his triangles. (He doesn't know where the triangles went and he is quite attached to those. Not to speak of them being required...)*

Since he was only 10 miles away, I ran him over some new batteries for his v.r. and picked him up some McBarf muffins. I had a breakfast burrito and it has to be one of the worst things I have eaten in months. The chemicals they put in the stuff gives me a blinding headache. Doesn't seem to bother Ratchet, he just thinks the stuff tastes bad.

I am wishing I could go back to sleep for a while. Will stay up until I hear from him. If he doesn't have a load until tomorrow (please??? pleasepleaseplease) will go pick him up and then we'll both go back to bed.


Kids are fine, looks like it will be a fair day but windy. (another reason why it would be good to have him home) Got a lot done yesterday so can take it a bit easy today.

The cassoulet turned out great. Couldn't tell I used chickpeas rather than cannolini. Ate so much I got tired and went to bed. So tired, in fact, that I didn't hear Ratchet call at 11 p.m. saying he was 5 blocks away. He just walked back. Boy, was it a nice surprise when he walked in the bedroom door! YeeeHA! (well, after I realized it was him. a few muddled seconds there. good thing i don't keep a gun under my pillow.)

Barometric pressure must be changing, elbow and hands aching badly. DS2 says he has a backache, too. The younger ones were fine. Age catching up with me?


* Truck is being fixed. Triangles issues resolved. He's off to pick up at 1 then gone again. After that drop? Who knows? Will just wait and see.

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A hobby cook from the Midwest. Experiments, thoughts, new recipes, maybe even a photo or two... You noticed the pouting little girl with the words superimposed over her face? Growing up in the 60s and 70s the refrain of "there are starving children in [insert current poverty-stricken nation] that would love to have such... etc etc etc." I don't know that anyone actually believed all that but the image of a starving foreign child, holding out a bowl in hopes of being gifted with boiled tongue or green tomato pie, was pretty powerful. I do recall the kind of trouble kids would inevitably be in if they dared to say what most of us thought: "Well, then, send this stuff right on over to those poor, starving [insert country] kids." I don't usually post other people's photos, just my own. If you want to borrow or use one of my photos, I would appreciate your asking first. I usually don't mind but do hate having my work attributed to someone else. By the way, I found the photo of that pouting girl on the web with no attribution. If it's yours? We'll deal, ok? Thanks.
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