My father decided this past weekend to start teaching me how to drive the older Ford truck and this was difficult because it was so different from my vehicle I normally drive. Most of the corners I turned I lost the gas pedal and slowly died around corners. Trying to adjust to the height and the wide turning radius was a challenge. My father was teasing me about my poor parking ability when I attempted to parallel parked and first parked in front of a person’s driveway and then parked far away from the curb. My father was teasing me saying, “Are we parking in the middle of the road now?” I told him “No, I don’t think so?” and then tried parking again. My father continued to tease me and told me to park before he fell asleep or he would take a nap and to wake him up when up when I was parked. After running, several errands I gave the keys to my father and had him drive home waiting to try driving the truck more for later.
Monday, February 17, 2014
My father surprised me this past weekend with the treat of going to McDonald's to get a salad. I was so excited to be going out to eat with my father that I completely forgot about looking over the ingredients on their website. I went to McDonald's and got a chicken salad with Italian dressing only to regret this decision later. My father then surprised me by saying that he wanted to take me to the local thrift store to find a dress for the wedding reception I am going to soon. Well little, did I know how much pain I would be in after eating that salad. I am still not sure what I ate that did not agree with me but I had horrible stomach pain afterwards. It was like someone punched me in the stomach and kept increasing the pain by putting my stomach through a washing machine. I was in intense pain but did not want to say anything to my father to upset him for the nice things he was doing. So I worked through the pain and went to the thrift store and found a dress. After coming home I went directly to the bathroom sink which is where I thought I would not leave and then eating more papaya tablets than I could count I felt much better. After reading what I ate, I am beginning to wonder if it was not the anchovies in the Italian dressing. I don’t think I have ever eaten this before but whatever it was, I hope to find out before going through that awfulness again!
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
I spent the weekend feeling as though I was running in circles trying to keep up with my father’s busy schedule. Besides working at his job my father does snowplowing on the side with a snowplow he made himself out of spare parts from things including a tractor. He spent 3 days straight snowplowing different places including plowing out the Church we attend several times for many hours at a time. When he was not snow plowing he was at home sleeping and I was busy trying to keep the wood stove going while doing my mountain of homework. It was a long weekend and with all the snow plowing my father starting complaining of a major pain in the back of his head. He is better now but I know he was in a lot of pain because my father does not complain of pain because of how he was raised. All prayers would be greatly appreciated as I worry about all the work he has ahead in the next few weeks especially if it should snow again.
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
I knew it was going to be a long day when the school I do practicum in the morning canceled class because of the ice and it is the school that never closes for most any weather. So I left out of town early knowing I had a long drive, what I did not expect was the amount of challenge ahead. First, I knew I was sliding when I looked out my side mirror and could see the back end of my vehicle. I then crept my way towards collage which took me over an hour to make it there when it usually only takes me about 50 minutes. I also found that the storm was thick in places and not bad in others. When I first started it was terrible and when I reached the small town in the middle of my drive the fog was so thick I could barely drive and see where I going. Then there was a small clear patch before climbing the large hill towards Ladd Canyon which is famous for being a bad drive. This section of driving was not too bad except for the beginning of the pass which was another thick patch of fog. Once I reached towards my college, the storm was hardly noticeable as it was in the town I started in. Just before I exited I saw on the other side of the highway many different type, kinds, sizes, years, makes, and models of semi trucks. I was immediately struck by how much we rely on semi trucks for supplies and how much they go through to get these supplies to us. I finally made it to class glad to have made it safely and to be off the slippery road for a while before attempting to make it back home.