We have to take the work truck in to get the A/C fixed. Kinda funny story. We took it in several weeks ago to find out what was wrong. The compressor had gone out and our mechanic told us he could get us a used/rebuilt compressor, but in his experience it wasn't uncommon for a rebuilt one to blow out again after about three days and it was back to the beginning. So, he recommended getting a new compressor. More money, more reliability. Hey, this is his business.. he knows what he's talking about, right?
He orders the compressor... puts it in. Heaven! Instead of working in 98 degree heat and then climbing into a 110 degree truck to drive home, we can get into a comfortable truck to drive home. Everyone is happy.
Three days later... the compressor blows out. Go figure.
We're taking it back today to go back to the beginning.
Then... we have to take all our saws to get fixed. In the tree business, saws are a little important and we need to get some links taken out of the chains. They are getting stretched.
Then... it's back to the job site we've been on since... I don't know.. forever, maybe???? I'm ready for that job to be over. And.. we have a pile more work lined up, so I'm not sure when we'll be going back to the shore, but it won't be any time soon. But... that's okay. Work is good.
Hey, my good friend and writing buddy, Allie Boniface, has some exciting news. Her very first novel, One Night in Boston, is available. Check it out here. I remember this book during its writing and can't wait to get my copy. Rush out and buy it.. or enter the contest on her site and win a free download of her book along with a bunch of other goodies. I'm entering... I'm so in to contests (y'all didn't know that, did you?)
Hey, I read a quote yesterday that I really liked. I wanted to share it with y'all and get your reactions.
Plotting...would take out all the fun. ...writing a book was like finding a brilliantly colored string in the grass and following it to see where it might lead. Sometimes the string broke and left you with nothing. But sometimes-- if you were lucky, if you were brave, if you persevered-- it brought you to a treasure. And the treasure was never the money you got for the book; the treasure was the book.
-- Stephen King in Lisey's Story