I seem to have won the admiration of some random truck driver when I was at the local potable water station this afternoon. He approached me when I was filling up my water buffalo for the second time. "Would you teach my wife to haul water?" he asked. "It sure would help me out."
"No problem!" I told him, and then we lapsed into small talk about dry wells and dry summers until my buffalo was full.
I'm pretty proud of myself, actually. I finally mastered the art of driving Ole Bessie (1989 Ford F150 = big, old and stick shift), and then jumped right into hauling around 1600 lbs of water in the back!
The temperature seems to have dropped while I was out there, and now I am chilled to the bone and the bed of the truck is slick with ice. I have a nice cup of tea brewing. Ahhh.
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You ROCK, girl! I never touched Ole Bessie--she was too particular. I'm terribly impressed.
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