A couple of days ago, a client commented on my growing beard that she liked it.  Yesterday, another client saw me walking in and said, “Don’t tell me you’re growing a beard.  Tell me you’re not.”  I said, “So, am I supposed to believe you or the woman the other day?” 

It’s interesting, though, that most people who have known me the longest — friends and family — like the beard better.  I had never shaved until a couple of years ago.  The people that have not known me as long all like me shaved better.

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I’m feeling apprehensive about doing the PGR mission Saturday.  It’s a long ride in the cold.  I have even been thinking about doing it in the car.  But, I would rather ride the missions when possible. It’s only going to be 55 degrees for a high.  The low at about 40 degrees.  I would be leaving here early to make the mission staging on time.  I have ridden in cold weather for the missions.  But, this time just seems so different for some reason.  I think it’s because most of the other times, I could concentrate on the idea that it was getting to 70 or 65 or something more reasonable during the day.

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Late last night, I decided to check email one last time before bed.  I sat down in my chair and noticed a sudden cold and wet feeling at the seat of my pants.  It’s quite a feeling to sit down — wearing your newly cleaned jeans — into a puddle of cat vomit. Lovely….. lovely, I tell you.

Would that I had the time and money to write exclusively.  I would be able to keep so much more up to date with all of the blogs/planned blogs/political discourse/social discourse/books that I try to write.

G.G. told me last night that I made her cry at 5 o’clock in the morning.  We had discussed the PGR the other night and I had sent her my journal entry written about my first PGR mission.  So…. we’ve now negotiated 7 a.m. as a better time for me to make her cry with my writing.

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I dreamed about a man and boy on a motorcycle getting run over by a tractor-trailer.  The scene was like an entrance road/parking lot to an industrial site or large truck-stop.  It had potholes with standing water.  There were a lot of cars, trucks, and motorcycles moving around.  I watched the truck and motorcycle passing closely beside each other and noticed that the truck driver was watching the motorcycle closely in his rear view mirror.  The motorcycle had a larger touring cruiser look to it.  The rider noticed water in a pothole and tried to get around it by moving toward the trailer and fell sideways slowly. The truck driver saw him and just as I tried to yell for him to  not move, he  backed over and then pulled forward over the rider and bike. The boy on the bike was out of my view at that point.  In the dream, I couldn’t yell out to the driver loudly enough and I think I actually tried to yell out in my sleep. There was a lot of noise in the dream. I got the impression that the driver thought he ran over them, panicked,  and was trying to get off of them and didn’t know that if he had just sat still nobody would have been hurt.  It was an unsettling dream.

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OK…..

“I could care less!”

Well… exactly how much less could you care?  That’s what I want to ask people who say that.  The phrase is supposed to be, “I couldn’t care less.”  It means that you care so little, that you care nothing. But, of course people don’t think about what they are meaning when they speak.

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Feeling exhausted, but not feeling like I can sleep.  I need to go try, though, because I have appointments to do tomorrow.

I discovered 3 large holes on the far side of the greenhouse today.  I was trying to see why the covering hadn’t blown up, yet. It is two layers of a plastic that has air pumped between them to make an insulation barrier. After I patched the 3 holes I discovered today, the layer started holding air. Now, I have to make one more minor repair and I think it can be used.  It’s a good thing, because it’s supposed to hit the lower 30’s overnight in a couple of days.

Update: Wed. 9 a.m.  Ok…. so don’t post to your blog when you are so exhausted that you are literally falling asleep as you type.  I have now fixed the parts of this post that made me look like a babbling idiot.

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Well…. it looks like Autumn is arriving.  It’s supposed to rain today and then the temperature is supposed to drop down to average or below average. The PGR mission will probably be over the weekend, but might be Friday.  We don’t know yet.  It is a confirmed mission and it’s probably close enough for me to make it.  It’s going to be in West Union; which is about 25 miles from Clarksburg.  It’s about middle ways between our old family farm and Clarksburg.  If things work out, I’ll probably make the mission. Not sure until the logistics are planned out.

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I just discovered that there is a short notice PGR mission in Pittsburgh in the morning.  I didn’t realize it.  It is too late for me to cancel my morning work plans; but it is too late for me to make it even if I could.

There is also a pending mission in Clarksburg, WV area.  I will try to work that one into my schedule if it becomes an actual confirmed mission.

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I watched “Heroes” tonight and I found the storyline of Hiro in the past with his childhood hero to be sad.  Hiro is falling in love with the Japanese girl and helping the real Takezi (sp) to win her love because history says they are together. She senses that there is a difference when Hiro is in the armor than when the real Takezi is in the armor.  He is being selfless to help Takezi have her love.  It strikes a chord with me and is sad.

There was some tension in the COD2 game tonight and G.G. left the room shortly thereafter.  I made an off the cuff remark in jest; not realizing that there was some real tension going on.  I thought everyone was joking, so I joined in the teasing.  Maybe I should have known, because I had just come out of a different room where two people who know each other well were also having some tension between them. It might have been a sign for me to be careful tonight.

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I was thinking about taking the day to go out on the motorcycle.  I got paged this morning.  So…… the ride probably won’t happen. 

Spent most of the day yesterday working on the drain.  I got that installed.  It’s a WVGoldenwolf Drain.  It’s sort of based on a French Drain, but it’s a new experimental type.  It was going to be even more experimental, but there was one minor snag.  I couldn’t find a part to tie into the 4 inch pipe there now with one section of a new type I wanted to install.

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