Up at 6:30. We have almost 500 miles to go today. The weather is starting to get a bit cooler and the trees are starting to change in spots. Goodbye summer!
DG: Not so fast. Here in southern Michigan it’s a balmy 84 degrees. Not Fall yet. Some leaves are starting to turn, I will give her that.
We are at the receiver seven hours ahead of schedule. It’s okay though because they have plenty of parking. Apparently the warehouse crew works only at night. One of the drivers who was already here said they start at midnight. That’s good because my appointment is for 2:30 AM but my clock won’t reset till 5:30. So if they take the standard two hours to unload I should just have one hour to wAit for my reset.
We are backed up next to a pond. There are about a dozen ducks just sitting there and fish jumping all around. There’s also a no fishing sign but doesn’t matter, I don’t have a fishing pole with me.
It’s dusk and a mist is beginning to form on the pond. The humidity is high as sweat is forming on my head. I am trying to enjoy a cigar but may have to cut it short. Precious has been running the field here but I think she is tired and wants to go back to her basket.
I just noticed we have been talking to the dog for some time now. Not in the usual way that people talk to their pets but asking her opinion on certain things. Or pointing out something the other is doing and asking what she thinks of that. I worry that we have crossed some point of no return. Mentally. I want to ask other truckers if this has ever happened to them but not sure I want to know their response and I sure don’t want them to know that we are doing this. It’s a strange conundrum. Is that redundant?
Annie – Here are some pictures I took tonight of the pond that is behind us. A few ducks, an egret flying and some of the plants around. Its a neat pond and its begging for a fishing pole. Sure wish I had one with me.
The corn is really starting to get brown and dry out. Should be harvest time soon.















