…and getting locked in bathroom stalls at truck stops. Most times I think it’s great when the doors go clear down to the floor. Gives a person more of a feeling of privacy. But when you get locked inside one and the space down at the bottom is real small, you start rethinking. Thankfully after awhile I heard someone come in the door so I hollered for help. This kind human actually got the door open from the outside and I barreled out in relief. Besides that, life has been fai
It’s been quite a week or two. The days seem to run together and it’s hard to know when one week is starting and the other ending. There was the day I unknowingly dumped my dad-in-law’s one and only working grease gun into the trash pit along with the rest of the trash out of the shop. And yes, the pit was set afire before we realized what had happened. There was the day I locked the keys in the pickup at the truck stop which was a good 30 minutes from the emergency set of ke
Everyone needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in…
Where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.
-John Muir One of the main places I go to feel alive and to calm any fears is the great outdoors. Something about the fresh air, the wide openness of the sky, and so many little miracles everywhere I look. Springtime especially thrills me. After a cold dreary winter, what is more comforting than the sight of crocuses pushing through the soil, daffo
And on the 10th day, God looked down on the Trucker and said, “It is not good for him to be alone.” So God made a Trucker’s Wife. God said, “I need a woman strong enough to stay alone for weeks on end to keep the home fires burning, yet gentle enough to raise her children in a loving way. I need a woman who loves her truck driver so much she will stay up for hours talking on the phone just to keep him awake as he drives. Yet independent enough that she can enjoy her time alon
The wind howled drearily around the truck cab, sometimes making the sleeper rock slightly. The sky was overcast and sullen. Ross and I donned our Carhartts and gloves and set to work undoing the ropes that hold the tarps on the hay. It was miserably difficult pulling the 29’ x 27’ tarp off. 140 pounds of heavy-duty canvas billowing in the wind makes for a fine kite. Or not. The drivers of the orange Freightliner beside us were having just as much fun. One tall swarthy fellow