Another beautiful Sunrise. The picture doesn’t do it justice.
Now that all three wells are back in production, traffic has picked up a little bit. More tankers are coming in. I just hope that they come in during the day, not in the middle of the night.
Today there were 5 tankers for crude. I had signed 3 out, but there were still 2 on the log that came in at 8:30 am and hadn’t come out. They usually take about an hour and a half and after 4 hours, I hadn’t put down the time they left, I was beginning to think that maybe they had come out and I hadn’t put down the time, because I just check to see who they are and wave as they leave. There is no way for me to tell, because it is about couple of miles to the well sites. I guess I wasn’t going crazy, though, because at 1:30 pm, ( that’s after 5 hours), I finally heard the bell ring. I guess they had some problem in loading the crude, something about a temperature being 118* at some point in the process and they had to wait. Highlight of my day! “I’m not going crazy.”
Monday the owner came by. It is the first time to meet him. He was here to pick up Jaime. I guess that Jaime will be gone for a few days. That’s okay, as I have both of their phone numbers if I need anything. I also have the cell number for the Safety guy that is on the property all night. I also loaned him some movies to help him stay awake when there isn’t anything to do.
Each day seems to be a repeat of the previous, It is hard to know what day of the week that it is. I’ve been watching movies, during the day, since I have so many I tend to watch movies of one artist or series,or old ones, whatever strikes my fancy for the day. Yesterday I started watching all Elvis’ movies. Some are pretty “cheesy”, but that’s okay. I mainly listen to them as background while doing other stuff.
I have started thinking about the route that I will take next year when I head towards WI, as well as where I will spend this winter, hopefully I can find a Workamping position near San Antonio and then in the spring work my way up North in state parks for a month or two at a time.
The Cactus Wren was back, as was the elusive roadrunner, although this time he was near the rig, but too quick for a picture.
Judy, this one’s for you. Do you recognize this guy?
There really isn’t too much to paint here, except for the Mesquite trees, brush, weeds and some wild flowers are still hanging on. So I have taken pictures and those will probably become paintings.
Still reading my novel and getting my afternoon naps in between the bell ringing. Just another day at the gate.
Thanks for visiting
Susan and Angel