GOOD MORNING, FRIENDS
- Wade Peebles
- Jan 16
- 3 min read
I bid you a splendiferous Friday! If you are still working, Fridays are generally considered wonderful, unless you must work Saturday also. Then, a Friday will lose its charm just a bit, unless you really do love your job. If so, you are truly blessed, because many folks don't. I have had jobs I did not like, that was mostly due to who I was working for. If you can have a job that is inherently distasteful or unpleasant, yet if you have a great boss and or coworkers that are a pleasure to work with, it can make that work not really problematic. For example, when I had to stop working because of health issues, I enjoyed my job greatly. You may wonder how driving a truck from here to north Georgia to load chicken litter and deliver it back in our area to our farmer/customers, was pleasurable, but for me, it was. I had been hauling logs for years, and was burned-out on that indeed. Most of our loads of pulpwood went to International Paper's pulp mills in Savannah, the old "Union Bag" paper mill, or the former Weyerhaeuser Port Wentworth pulp mill that IP had bought in recent years. We also delivered to IP's Faulkville chip mill that chipped both pine and hardwood pulpwood to go to IP's mills in Savannah. The wait was often quite long for unloading, sometimes stretching into hours, and the traffic in Savannah and environs was always bad, but it had become insufferable in the past few years, and with new industries coming there, it was a stage set for interminable hours daily, negotiating increasingly more onerous navigation of the coastal region's traffic quagmire. I had come to loathe having to haul to Savannah, often several loads daily. When I was asked to come back to help haul litter once more, I was a happy boy, indeed. If hauling logs is juxtaposed with hauling chicken litter (shicken doodie, as the babee says) their is no comparison regarding the aggravation level. Driving to and through the hills of north Georgia, to the region around Lavonia, Toccoa, Carnesville, Comer, Danielsville or Commerce to load litter at chicken houses, and then return to our area and deliver to the farmers, was very pleasant for me. The traffic was never bad, and the folks we dealt with were nice, and generally, the stress level was very low. The same with our farmer/customers, for the most part, they were also good to deliver to and deal with. I am going to jump to a quite different topic, now. The subject is France, the legendary French snootiness, and aloof, arrogance. I was thinking, that some European country, or several European countries, should build Eiffel towers of their own, but make them about a foot taller, you know, just enough to send France into a general state of apoplexy.
Now, I am being facetious about France and the French...nah, no I'm not, I can't lie. We have saved their bacon, or "lard fume'" as they say, in each of the world wars, but "they still ketchin'an attitude" with us, actin' as if their armpits don't stink. A more whiny-butt, snail eating, non-driving, pompous, lazy, bunch of folks never existed. I would like to travel there to see some of the fine old structures, palaces, and monuments, but if I was surrounded by folks speaking French, I would likely get claustrophobia grande, and go berserk. If they would start acting with good sense, and stop speaking French, in favor of English, I will go over there for a visit. The ball is in their court, it is their move, I await the news of a general cessation of them speaking French, and embracing English. I will hush about the French after I say this, that popped into my head, there are signs in the French airport, reminding travelers that pick-pockets are a hazard. That is where the pick-pockets congregate, they mix in the crowd right at that sign, because when folks read the sign, most subconsciously touch the pocket where their money is, to verify it is still there. Then the pickpockets know where the victims' money is. Somewhat ingenious. Okay, enough about France. The forecast calls for a good chance for snow on Sunday. I would love to see it snow enough to cover the ground and then melt the next day. I am like a kid when we get snow. Okay, we love y'all, and if you are a Francophile and were truly hurt by my words in reference to France and the French, I apologize.
Numbers 6: 24-26 K
we boyz three, babee conway, lil merle, & me.
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