At our exit this afternoon.

MORE SEPTIC PICS

Singing It To Perfection, His Version Of “Old Rugged Cross” Is Spine Tingling. – Through modern technology, the same man recorded all four parts separately, then put this stunning rendition of the “Old Rugged Cross” together. Kaoma Chende now lives in Michigan but is originally from Zambia, and has done a beautiful job with this beloved classic hymn originally written in 1912 by Goerge Bennard. It has been a gospel favorite sun by some of the world’s most famous recording artists. What a beautiful rendition of a wondrous hymn!

Previous picture of the septic work out front.

Current progress.

The gray pipes you see in the left end of the hole are the electrical conduits for my gas services. They get cut or broke, I’m a gonna kill someone! We’re finally getting very busy and I would hate not to have gas to sell. This morning was similar to the above picture, but they had a truck pump the tank and then they demolished and removed the old tank. New tanks arrive tomorrow, yes tanks. This one tank that lasted 45+ years now needs 3 tanks to comply with the EPA regs. 2 tanks for the septic actions to happen and 1 500 gallon tank for a pumping tank to move the final product to the field 100 feet away. That hole is about 6 – 7 feet deep.

OTHER SHIT

I was requested to attend the county commission meeting today to support a ¼ of 1% sales tax increase. I was the first to speak and all the while I was being glared at by Lavinia Fenzi for some reason. I guess it could be because I won’t give her any lodger’s tax money anymore. She thinks it’s because I don’t like her, but that’s not true. I definitely don’t like her, but I don’t have to like a person to grant an award of lodger’s money, she just never performed for the county as she claimed she would. NOW she’s doing good work and she expects me to forget all he bad years because she’s improved, but we have other people in place to do what she did and they produce excellent work.

The tax increase passed and it will bring $800K+/year that will be used to improve roads and help fund police and fire services. Fenzi is hoping that she can get some of that money too, but she insulted the commission and I hope they stiff her. The tax will be about 12¢ on $100 and I bet people will scream bloody murder about it.

I took my bike to the bank, made the deposit, went back to the store, checked on the work being done, took the bike to the county commission meeting, came home, checked on the work being done, and rode for fun for a bit. CARL, I rode about 200 or more miles today. I’m about 35 miles shy of 10,000 miles on the bike. I will schedule my 10,000 mile service for next week and I will also have Sirius added to my bike.

Picture of Nina in the hotel room from this past weekend.

• Moved on to New Orleans and his new life. Thorn removed, but I’m sure it will call to annoy.
• We’re back from Alb. and it was relaxing. No store. No dogs. No ML. Still little sleep.
• Missed the road captain’s ride today, the notice came yesterday. PPP on someone’s part.
• While the getaway was nice, we’ll not return to the same motel if we do it again. Uncomfortable room. It was a Marriott if you care.
• Andy is en route to San Francisco to deliver a friend to his new home. When he returns I’m taking over part of his job for a while.

Good morning everyone! I found a new website for ringtones and cellphone backgrounds and while the ringtones are a pain to upload for Apple products, I’m sure the wallpapers will be fairly easy. The site is Zedge.com, try it if you wish. I downloaded this one for 1 particular person and I’m sure that a few of you will know who it’s for.

Having arrived at the Gates of Heaven, Barack Obama meets a man with a beard. ‘Are you Mohammed?’ he asks.
‘No my son, I am St. Peter; Mohammed is higher up.’ Peter then points to a ladder that rises into the clouds.

Delighted that Mohammed should be higher than St. Peter, Obama climbs the ladder in great strides, climbs up through the clouds and comes into a room where he meets another bearded man.

He asks again, ‘Are you Mohammed?’
‘Why no,’ he answers, ‘I am Moses; Mohammed is higher still.’

Exhausted, but with a heart full of joy he climbs the ladder yet again.
He discovers a larger room where he meets an angelic looking man with a beard. Full of hope, he asks again,
‘Are you Mohammed?’
‘No, I am Jesus Christ; you will find Mohammed higher up.’

Mohammed higher than Jesus! Man, oh man! Obama can hardly contain his delight and climbs and climbs ever higher.

Once again, he reaches an even larger room where he meets this truly magnificent looking man with a silver white beard and once again repeats his question:

‘Are you Mohammed?’ he gasps as he is by now, totally out of breath from all his climbing. ‘No, my son, I am Almighty God, the Alpha and the Omega, but you look exhausted, would you like a cup of coffee?’

Obama says, ‘Yes please!’ As God looks behind him, he claps his hands and yells out: “Yo, Mohammed, two coffees!”