Worst Day Yet

Worst day yet. Still would rather be out here than at the nursery.
Just the continuing challenges of getting the computers to work out here on the road fast enough to catch the good loads is crazy making.
We were under the impression that Collin had to be home on Sunday to help with the guest speaker, but it turns out they want to keep the event small, and will just serve coffee and tea, which anyone can do. Wish we had known that earlier in the day, sine we spent most of it sitting sound trying to find loads that would get us home, when we could have headed for parts unknown.
We ended up taking a load from Los Banos (I've always been curious what kind of town would be called "the bathrooms" if there was an ~ over the n) to City of Industry - freaking LA again!
We did spend a bit of time speaking to a fellow named Peter who is originally from Ireland, and now drives truck. He was very interesting. Very well traveled around the world, so it was rather gratifying to hear him have come to some of the same conclusions that I have come to about people, society, and the world, even religion. Peter was a self proclaimed gregarious soul. We stood in the Flying J for almost 2 hours shooting the breeze. I loved hearing his Irish accent, bastardized as it was from living in the states for 16 years.
He spoke about his childhood in Ireland, and how simple life was, and how satisfied and happy he and his family was, even though they were dirt poor. He also spoke of the need for people to get back into the habit of giving with no thought about what we'll get out of the deal, and that society shouldn't have to be forced by the government to take care of our own - people should WANT to help each other. Wouldn't that be nice to get back to neighbor helping neighbor? Kinda like the song "I miss Mayberry"...
Not a day I would have planned, but it did have some niceness to it.