Today, I decided I was going to blog. I don't know for what purpose, but something struck me that I needed to blog. I'm such a big writer, and there are always ideas and thoughts that pop into my head, but I most often forget about them. I figured a blog would help me out with that. If I post on here, and someone (if anyone is even reading this) finds an idea interesting, they might give me some additional ideas on it.
So anyway, I was supposed to go with my Dad today. He's a trucker, and he was going to take me to work with him. I remember when I was little, he would always take me. I loved it. It was my time to spend with my Daddy. Nowadays, the sound of a diesel puts me to sleep; it comforts me, but no-one gets that. Sometimes even I don't get it. It's just the hum and the purring I guess. The vibration of the motor. I even love the smell of diesel.
I was so downed that I couldn't go with him today. His boss said that for insurance purposes, he can't have me with him on the road. My thoughts on that are that they're just looking out for their company's best interest, but it's sort of depressing that I can't go with him. I really miss just being with my Dad on the road, making jokes at roadsigns and stopping at diners and eating together... Guess it can't last forever...
All you need is just a little Patience.
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