Monthly Archives: August 2015
Even Less Happened Today . . .
Trucks stopped coming in. Trucks stopped coming out.
I made my sojourn into town this morning a little after 11am. Besides lunch and a couple of grocery items, I wanted to check out a Print and Mail place to see if we can receive packages there.
Turns out that they ship stuff out, but they don’t receive anything. And as far as they knew, no place in Carthage can handle receiving FedEx, UPS, or USPS, since you never know how Amazon is going to ship something. I guess now I’ll have to check in Henderson to see if they have anything.
After stopping at the Brookshire Brothers for a couple of things, I picked up lunch at the Whataburger again, basically for two reasons. We were still in a burger mood, and I need to get rid of some trash.
We still don’t have a trash trailer here (and may not ever, apparently) and if I went somewhere else to get lunch, I’d have to make a whole ‘nother deal to drop off garbage.
We still want to try out El Rancho Grande, the Mexican place that Lynette and Gregg McHenry recommended, so maybe that will be this Friday. I did notice that the Jalapeno Tree, another Mexican place I passed today, was really busy.
When our Company Man left a little after 3pm, he said they were finished up and he would check with his boss to see if they were going to keep us here until the frack crew comes in, or dismiss up and then bring us back then.
And he had no idea when they would be here, since they’re working at another site right down the road. But our site is still active, since the production crew is still here. And when the last of them left about 5pm, they said they’d be back at work tomorrow morning around 7 or 8am.
As far as the site itself now, it’s completely dead with no lights at all. So as it stands right now, we’re shut down for the night, but not officially, so we’re still manning the gate. Although Jan stayed inside on her 6 – 11pm shift tonight, and just kept an eye out for anyone, I’m now outside as usual. We’ve had cases where we’ve been told everyone was gone for the night, and then someone shows up at 3am to do something.
So we’ll see how it goes the next few days.
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Thought for the Day:
Since smart watches can now read your pulse, there should be a feature that erases your browser history if your heart stops beating.
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Nothing . . .
Pretty much nothing happened today,
Trucks came in, trucks went out. That was about it. And we only had 30 of them, anyway.
They did bring in another crane and they have them up together in kind of an ‘A’ configuration. Haven’t seen that done before like that, but I assume it’s because they’re trying to lift something that’s too heavy for just one.
Tomorrow I’m going to run into Carthage and pick up a couple of things I forgot on Friday, and I’ll probably bring back lunch as well. Don’t know if we’ll do Whataburger again, or maybe try a Mexican place that our friends and fellow gate-guarder’s Lynette and Gregg McHenry recommended. We’ll see how our tastes run tomorrow.
It is nice to be this close to town so that making a spur of the moment trip is easy. At all of our other gates it was 45 minutes to an hour just to get into town. Here it’s 10 minutes.
In fact we’re so close that for only the second time in our gate guarding career, Wednesday Jan is going into town on her own to get her haircut. At previous gates, with distance and sometimes bad roads, she’s been very leery of heading out on her own, in case she has car trouble or something.
In 2012 when we were on our second gate, she did go into town with the wife of another gate guarding couple who were right down the road from us, but that’s been it. This should cut down on the gate fever problem.
For some reason my get-up-and-go didn’t even show up this morning, so I didn’t work on the water heater problem and I didn’t dig out my pressure gauge to check the pressure on the well.
No problem. It’ll all still be there tomorrow.
Or the next day.
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Thought for the Day
The person who proofread Hitler’s speeches was literally a grammar Nazi.
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