Adventures On the Road
Wednesday should've been so simple.
It was fun, to take my beloved to a remote location for his job. It was fun to have a day trip with him and see Texas in the late springtime, getting used to the town my son's moving to (Abilene) and getting me used to the idea of traveling US 84 and I-20 regularly.
It was fun having a couple of good meals I didn't have to plan or cook.
It was fun listening to him getting used to his new smart phone from the passenger seat.
It all came unwound on the way home when the water pump went out ... there's nothing like popping a hood to pull a dipstick and check your oil 'cause the light's blinking at a
construction stop on a steep ramp, and find green goo all over everything in the engine compartment.
That's when the adventure started. That's when the payback began.
At a little after 8 p.m. even in an oilfield town in modern-day Texas, there's no place open to call for repairs or buy parts. In some small enough oilfield towns there's no taxi, either.
The upshot of this is that three-day adventure I'm still recovering from.
But the bigger upshot is that in spite of all the foofarraw about a black President and a rotten anti-Mexican (and make no mistake about it, that's all in the hell AZ SB1070 is, an anti-Mexican law), there still are good, decent, honest, caring people around.
And I've now spent enough time off blogs in the real world amongst 'em to know that some of them are Democrats, some of them aren't, and they're all doing a lot more to make a better place out of our beleaguered nation and our benighted planet than any mountain of electron-wrangling on any blog anywhere will ever amount to.