Well here goes another day at the office. I'm sitting here in my nice comfy leather chair, the AC is kickin' and I see lots to do. Geez what's a fellow gotta do to get a break? Anyway that's the way life is. You either work or you don't eat and that ain't gonna work with me. I was up some last night fooling around with Blogger to see if I could get my page to look like something someone half intelligent would be writing at. Maybe someday. Anyway I can see the orders piling up and before long I'll have to stand up to see over them. Oh heck they can wait because I have something more important to do...Blog!
Yesterday after work I called the weather persons bluff and had the truck washed. They said there would be thunderstorms around 6pm and all through the night. I was hoping they were wrong about the all through the night so the roads wouldn't be wet in the morning and mess the truck up. I rushed home after the carwash and hid the truck in the garage. At right around 6 I heard thunder boomers and the skies got dark. It rained for about 15 minutes and that was the end of that. Must have gone around me. Came to work today in a nice clean truck and it's really nice outside.
Heard on the radio this morning that school would be out the end of this week I believe. How well I remember those times. You would get all excited because you would be looking forward to a few months of nothing. Well almost nothing because when you lived on a farm there was usually something to keep you busy. It wasn't that bad because you had lots of time to goof off. It wasn't like now where I have to sit here and slave all day at work.
Summer was a good time and it meant that I would soon be going to West Virginia to stay with one of my relatives for a few weeks or so helping them out and enjoying the mountains. Afterwards it would be time to catch up with things at the farm like digging the potatoes and canning and freezing vegetables from the garden. I actually liked my job of carrying all those jars of stuff to the basement and putting them on the shelves. There were rows and rows of canned stuff to eat there. No one around there was going to go hungry that's for sure. I'll have to think on this summer theme for a bit and post some more about what went on. I'll look back in my archives and some of those stories may bring back some other memories of that time.
Guess I'll get to work since I am getting paid to just that and see if I can't get this mess cleaned up before time to go home. Have to come up with something for dinner tonight since it's cleaning lady night.
3 comments:
Happy to see you here on Blogger Curtis-- maybe you'll inspire me to update my blog and write more than the occasional 160-character blurb on Facebook :-)
Yeah, well I was fixin' to say I can see you're hard at work again today, but you beat me to it!! :)
You have the soul of an Iowan, Curtis; most of here are so accustomed to the capricious weather here that we laugh at "predictions".
I enjoyed your story about growing up in a family that canned produce from the garden; those rows of fruit- and veggie-filled jars meant a lot of good eating through the winter and spring. I remember helping to process tomatoes and grapes for juice...good stuff!
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