First Day of New Job

What a beautiful morning...  6:30 am.  The mountain peaks are covered with snow.  There is a heavy fog just parallel to the river.   The tops of the trees peak out over the fluffy clouds and the corn rows appear to be holding up the white pillows.  There are deer eating in the fields where the farmers have started the corn harvest.  I bet there will soon be geese everywhere as the mornings become more crisp.  

The day was happy and friendly.  I felt like a teenager at the first day of 8th grade.  Meeting everyone, here is your supervisor, here is your locker, here is the water fountain.  Everyone was calm and working like bees that seemed to know what to do in complete harmony.  I like it very much.

I checked my milage and filled up the truck in Basin.  3.3 gallons -- 40.2  miles.  That is not good.  Then I filled up when I got home. 1.6 gallons -- 29 miles.  That is better.  I can make it work.

I arrived home early enough that I had time to pull weeds for an hour and check out what needed to be picked.  Everything looks OK.  No frost yet -- the frost GOD's have smiled upon me.  I am grateful.