The Problematic One . . .
Well, we have a new gate record, at least for us. 332 vehicles came through our gate today. Our previous best was last year’s frac gate, with a total of 291. It does keep us on our toes.
After previously making some snide comments over the last few weeks about the lack of ‘gate food’, we’ve now got it coming out our ears, or rather our fridge. Three days, three meals each. And since each one can feed us both, we’ve actually got 6 days of food. And of course we’ve still got some Rudy’s BBQ that our friends Pat and Judy Benson brought on their visit this past Sunday.
I did establish that the name of the restaurant that’s delivering the food is not Oma’s like I thought, or Anna’s like Jan thought, but it’s Ama’s Mexican Restaurant, apparently out of Hearne, TX. And the Yelp reviews are really good. And so is their food.
We had their seafood pasta this evening, with corn on the cob and bread. Really good, with large chunks of shrimp and fish, and maybe some chicken thrown in for good measure.
And it looks like tomorrow night’s meal will be beef fajitas with all the fixin’s. YUM!
I had a new dog visit last night. All white, and looks like a Great Pyrenees.
He’s very friendly and came right over when I called. But then suddenly Old Dog showed up and didn’t like me having anything to do with New Dog. He started growling, and even through he’s smaller, he ran New Dog off.
For a while. But later in the early morning, New Dog came back to visit. But he must have been playing somewhere because he came back pretty muddy.
Around 12:30 this afternoon, our rig (oil, not RV) had a ‘mud explosion’, as in drilling mud. They apparently blew a seal and mud went everywhere, even over here where we are, getting a fine splatter on the logs and on Jan’s glasses.
Glad it was just mud.
Then later tonight, a little before midnight, a young lady came through the gate in her car. She had a French-sounding name and slight French accent, and when I ask her where she was going, she pointed at our rig, and said, “Is that the problematic one?”
I laughed and said, “Well, that’s a diplomatic way of putting it. Maybe snakebit or cursed might be better.”
She laughed and said, “Well, I’m going there.” She came out a couple of hours later, so I guess she got everything fixed.
Charlotte, our relief guard, called today to confirm gate sitting for us on the 25th of October, which also happens to be Jan’s birthday. So that works out perfectly.
Looking forward to it.
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Thought for the Day:
Reality is for people who can’t handle drugs.
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