When a writer has several hours behind the wheel of an 18-wheeler there’s too much time and not enough to think about. This blog post will be proof of what I’m talking about…or writing about, actually.
This summer has been the year of West Texas window deliveries. I have a few observations to make since I can’t think of anything else to write about.
If the state critter finds himself in the largest city in the panhandle he’s called an Amarillo armadillo.
The member of a herd in charge of impregnating the females in the city south of there is a Lubbock bullock.
You see, I warned you I have too much time to think and not enough to think about.
Heading out toward the end of a day has certain advantages. Riding off into the sunset being the main one as evidenced here…
That’s one of the few built-in perks of driving a big rig. God’s handy work on display. I wonder how many people are too occupied with their thoughts and worries to notice such beauty. Their loss.
A more practical observation cooks will appreciate: it takes much longer to bake a potato at 85 degrees than it does at 105 degrees. Yeah, the air conditioner went out again on my truck this past week, but since the weather was much cooler (or should I say less hotter?) it wasn’t as draining.
Sure, I lived to tell about it, but…why me?
Windmills are becoming all the rage for making electricity. The giant blades require oversize load banners and escorting vehicles to assist those drivers in safely making turns. They don’t work so well on calm days, but when my rig is being blown all over the road their extremely efficient at generating juice.
On an extremely positive note…2015 is a high-cotton year. As any good Alabama country music fan will attest a year called high-cotton is a good year. That means the cotton crop is coming up very well so the harvest will be good. The May rains slowed the planting period down, but grew the crop up quite nicely. I have a feeling this year is making up for several poor years of drought.
On a more religious note…it’s my observation that there are more crosses constructed along west Texas roads per mile than anywhere else on the planet.
There are big metal white crosses designed to look different as the sun and shadows strike them at various times of the day.
Brown wooden crosses either singled out or bunched in threes.
White PVC plastic crosses facing either parallel or perpendicular to the road.
I pray those crosses are set up to point people to the only way to heaven and not as a gesture to earn points to get the setter-upper closer toward entrance into said eternal goal.
I know my thoughts are directed toward my Savior, but I wonder what non-believers think about when they see those crosses. Do they think about anything related to them at all?
I guess if one person who sees those crosses resets their mind toward Jesus then they’re worth constructing.
It’s definitely a good sign that so many people feel the need to set out that symbol for folks to see.
I pray our government doesn’t begin taking them down too soon. I’m afraid at the pace we’re going it could happen in our lifetime.
Hopefully after the rapture of true believers occurs.
I personally like that freedom of speech being implemented in public.
Especially when people make the personal connection to Jesus their Savior.
Keep smiling. Wade