Sunday, October 16, 2016

Rolling in the Muck

Fair warning; this will be political in nature. I am left to ponder and grieve over the loss of civility in both our nation and its election process. I have long maintained and will keep repeating that the ills of this country can be attributed to a loss of morals. It really is that simple. Both the candidates for president are from the cusp, or transition, of the end of what was known as the greatest generation. I think the degradation started with the beat generation and then the wholesale change that evolved from the turbulent sixties. I remember growing up amidst that change thinking how odd it was that we had a household so steeped in structure and discipline. I now know that that was the last of the era of the nuclear family. I also realize that it made me who I am. Flawed as I am; that discipline and structure saved me many a time in life. I do not consider myself a homophobe or the judge of how others comport themselves. But; in my eyes, having that nuclear family and being raised with discipline and morals makes an overall better person. We have had several generations grow up in this new, loose and undisciplined world and I defy you to say we are better off. I do not know how you close Pandora's box and I doubt that you can. This leads to the Sodom and Gomorrah world we now live in and the candidates it has produced. Say what you want about either one, but they are both full of malice and infected with avarice. They have both lived a life so detached from the "average Joe" that they have no feel for the pulse of this country. With the degradation of morality came the influx of sin, with money being the fuel behind it. Money has destroyed our political process and, along with the fear of losing power, causes even the best of men to stray from the path. Perhaps the saddest aspect of this whole deal is the manner in which we are perceived by the rest of the world. You don't suppose that the candidates have thought about that; do you?

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Change of Seasons

The change of seasons is upon us and that means beaucoup changes in the pucker brush. Funny; I first noticed it in the shower. All summer long mother nature heated our black water tank and I simply used the cold faucet to bathe in. Now I have to dial in a little hot water to be comfortable. The air conditioners aren't working as hard; in fact, they have been off all day. The much more tame and hardly noticed snowbird invasion has started. That would be one of the biggest changes I'd say that has come out of the slowdown/oil glut. Used to be that basically anyone that showed up in or around labor day could find a gate to sit on. Not anymore. After the winter debacle of a couple of years back, along with dire warnings from full time gate guards, the winter migration slowed tremendously. I will say that I was pleasantly surprised to find many more opportunities for snow birds this year. I won't pretend to be your Mom or Dad, but let me forewarn you that; along with fewer opportunities, expectations are much higher for guards these days. There are simply far too many highly regarded guards available. We have also begun prepping the house as is our custom every spring and fall. RVs will reach out and slap you in the back pocket if you don't look after them. Along with a host of other things, we will check and reseal the roof, clean all the air conditioner coils, flush the hot water tank, clean out the vents and fire off the house heater (even though we probably won't need it), adjust the refrigerator, check and service the house battery, etc.

I hope you are enjoying the respite from the heat; fall is one of my favorite seasons. We have high hopes that our drone business will literally "take off" this holiday season. We are blessed to still have an exploration company that is going great guns in the brave new sub $50 a barrel world. There has been little shortage of work for us. As most of you have noticed I haven't published much lately, but I will endeavor to get something out before years end. Especially with all that is going on in the world around us. That could mean either a political diatribe or more of my famous musings. C Ya then!

Monday, July 11, 2016

No Drivel Zone

Many a blogger has admonished fellow bloggers not to publish just for the sake of publishing. Such is the plight I have found myself in. I apologize that I've not regaled you with some sort of post for over a month; but not much is happening. When the wind got taken out of the sails of oil exploration; due to over zealous exploration and production (amongst other things), and things slowed to a crawl here, so did most of the fodder for my blog.

The writing was/is on the wall and it's foreboding as far as gate guarding goes. Not to blow my own horn, but I said repeatedly that slackers would eventually have a hard time finding work. Conversely, I also said that those that showed a little initiative and carried themselves professionally would fill what positions were left during/after the glut. Well, all that and more has come to fruition. Positions/gates are slim to none (even for summer) and only the best; for the most part, are filling them. We have supported and remained loyal to J&G and they have been very good to us. They gave us short term and 12 hour gates during our medical issues (plus free rent) and; during the worst of the slowdown, found us private security work outside of the oil field.

Knowing what we know, plus a host of medical issues, has provided impetus to our  search for alternative employment. Plus, I'm not getting any younger. Recently we tested the waters of the small business world; purchasing, repairing and selling drones. Things have progressed to the point that we have opened another outlet at a second flea market. This week was our best in sales yet! Logistics are slowing our expansion as we just don't have the room in the 5th wheel to take on more inventory. That may be for the best now, but eventually we'll need to figure something out. Wish us luck!

Finally, I find it hard to keep my opinions in check, what with the status of this country. We have two equally corrupt (each in their own way) candidates with no alternative choices. The old men smoking cigars in the backroom have reared their ugly heads as never before. The fix is in and the popular vote ain't going to mean squat this election cycle. I mean no disrespect to supporters of either candidate, but can you rationally step back and truly say yours is the answer to the crushing problems of this country? I mean, what does it say about us when all we have to offer is Trump and Clinton?

As far as race relations go; a lot of folks just need to get their heads out of their asses. And those that would turn this and other issues into a "gun grab' should be ashamed of themselves. I sincerely hope that the ambush and killing of police officers and other law enforcement personnel is not a portend of the civil war I have feared. There are deep rooted issues in play here; but the erosion of nationalism in this country; in my opinion, is the primary issue. Uncontrolled borders and lack of assimilation has destroyed what America is all about. Americans are not from Africa or Germany or any other country you might want to mention. We are simply Americans (or should be), united under one flag, and damn proud of it. Plus, I dare say, the vast majority of those calling themselves anything other than American, have not come within spitting distance of the country they supposedly came from. It's gotten to the point that displays of patriotism are a rarity and even looked down upon. How sad and "nuff said".

Monday, June 6, 2016

Experience has Changed Us

Well, we're back on a 24 hour gate, working out of our RV. We rolled in on pure chaos; a workover rig settling in and the equipment that follows a frack crew right behind them. All this in a sea of mud and muck and us just thankful we have four wheel drive to help position our 5ver. To add to the nuttiness, there is no pad here, just a grassy field softened by inches of spring rain. It seems like a long time ago and a distant memory when we could just dial up the area superintendent and have rock trucks and a back hoe make a pad for us. Boy, are those days gone. As it is, we are not cowered or the least bit disturbed (there's no sniffling in the patch) and set to making the best of things. Time was I'd drop setting up camp and attend to the flow of vehicles. Not so much anymore; I pretty much know who does and doesn't belong. As far as recording goes, the company should have got me here before the flood gates opened (no pun intended). My priorities have changed and I kind of have a system in place and getting settled is the numero uno priority. As far as the mud and muck goes; it ain't worth fighting and sweeps up when it dries. We have a bunch of old towels at the ready and we lay a couple by the main door and set one aside for the dogs paws. It's funny how things change when viewed from a different perspective. Somehow the traffic associated with a frack is no longer daunting and has become part of the job. There's a sense of comradery as you inevitably run into folks that you've crossed paths with over the years. The gate even settles into a routine as folks seem to know how we run things. Maybe it's because we haven't seen a drilling rig for as long as I can remember or maybe experience has changed us; a frack ain't no big deal anymore.