Dream Silently

Remember Chevy’s slogan from a while back? I’m currently putting it to the test. So far, so good. I haven’t busted anything from running over miniature trees yet.

I’m out at Mount Hope drilling. It’s going slow. We’re using a CME 850 that belongs in a museum. It broke down yesterday. And today, we managed to loose the sampler down the hole at 35′ depth.

So, to drill a 40 foot hole it’s taking us about 3 hours. If we were using a CME 75 (what I’m actually use to), we could of had two 40 foot holes done in that time frame. The driller is funny. He keeps cursing at the rig because it has no power. We keep hitting a really mean sandy clay layer about 20 feet down and you can hear the rig struggling to ogre.

Anyways, I went to my mother’s for the holiday weekend. Sarah, my citygi– I mean sister (I got beat up for teasing her), was there. It was good to see her. However, I’m not too crazy about some of the resulting bruises… granted I probably deserved them for calling her a city girl. Love you Sarah.

I fly back to CO this friday for the company christmas party. I haven’t packed yet and I’m in Eureka until friday morning. A replacement is coming out to cover me friday. TS, our field manager who will be finishing the drilling, was begging me to try and finish tomorrow or guarantee that he can finish by cob friday. I just laughed and told him its not happening dude. Whoever requested for us to use a track rig deserves to be shot. And I don’t blame him for wishing… it’s freaking cold wearing steel toed boots in 20 degree weather with snow. Oh yeah… it snowed finally!! And it looks like we’ll be getting some more this weekend.

Totally rockin’

Alright, now onto the biggest thing that I have not even mentioned here because I don’t know how I feel about it. My mother had gastric bypass surgery on monday.

When I was visiting this summer, she was looking into it. Despite me pushing her to make better decisions on exercise and choosing wisely on what to eat, she managed to get it. The thing that irritated me the most this summer (and don’t get me wrong, I love my mother) was that she would eat hardly anything at dinner, maybe two bites. Then an hour later, she’d eat a big bowl of something sweet and not good for her. Or dring a pint of chocolate milk. Then she would sit on the couch all day.

I am not against gastric bypass… I just believe that things should be done naturally. Yes it’s hard. Yes it’s frustrating. Yes its depressing. But surgery or diet pills, etc… they are easy solutions to a situation that someone isn’t happy with. My mother, whether or not she’ll admit it, is a hydrocondriac. If there is something wrong with her, she looks for a medical reason and, thus, a medical cure. Most of her problems (obviously not the bipolar) could be improved or cured by life style choices.

When Sarah and I were in private, Sarah shared the same concerns and arguements I had used with mom this summer. Now our concern is that she’ll make herself sick, to the point that she won’t eat because she hardly ate anything to start with (despite sweets). While she has tried to assure the two of us that she’ll do what she’s suppose too, I have my doubts. I grew up with mom. I know how she is when it comes to sticking to one thing and staying dedicated to it.

And now I’m scared for her. I can seriously see her starving herself to death. I can say one positive thing. Her husband is there and I know he won’t be taking off on her no matter what happens.

On a completely different note, Joe is coming December 18. I am excited and also apprehensive. It’s been a year. And all I can think is that this visit will either make or break us. It’s certainly not something I want to be thinking about right now.