Today I Start…

I looked in the mirror this morning and said, “You’re fat and if you don’t lose some of this bear fat, Hunter won’t have a grandfather much longer!” So with that proclamation, I now give up those awesome cherry turnovers at Picazo at the bottom of the hill and no bread stuff. Somehow I’ll survive on low to no carbs; oh and I’m cutting down on the sugars too. When I go to Starbucks, no more yummy mochas and only one squirt of mango in my iced teas…

Tomorrow, I start the official Juan Guerra radical transformation into a somewhat lean machine. Oh play with me on this. The Holiday Inn in Grass Valley has a gym and I’ll use it every morning. I’ll walk more and be more active. Yesterday I had to drag my 28 footer off the truck. I crossed the busy street and then down the side driveway. That act nearly killed me; I did what I needed to do with the ladder then had to lower it and haul it once again across the street. 

They say the first step on the journey is the hardest. This morning at this Black Bear Diner, I had one of their healthy breakfasts sans the hash browns and toast. I also had water rather than iced tea or orange juice. Tomorrow morning I literally head for the hills, the hills of Grass Valley. On the 24th, I return with a boat load of money and then head to see Hunter. Hopefully I will have shed a few pounds of this blubber… This too will pass

Can It Get Worst… You Bet It Can…

The man on the left is Mr. Roger Stone, one of Trump’s close buddies and advisors. Seems Mr. Stone has been very naughty and hopefully soon they both get their come uppings. Mr. Stone texted the people who had been hacking into the DNC last year. When confronted with these allegations he wrote it off as, “Nothing of importance.” I guess he sent a few happy face emoji’s and typed a few LOL’s. 

Intel reports now say Putin sent a direct order to his underlings to sway our presidential election. Meanwhile, Mr. Trump hopes we as his people forget about it. No wonder he keeps telling us how he won legitimately and big. I mean maybe in that thieving heart of his, he felt the need to tell his people he won big as to make himself not look like the true cheat he is… 

It appears that Wikileaks was given the 30,000 e-mails from Russia. The whole thing sickens me and the only two men of power to do anything about it, well they are marked men yet they don’t know it. I wouldn’t put it pass the dictator to somehow take care of Senators McCain and Graham. If this happens, the Night of the Long Knives will look like child’s play…

I Know This Sounds Crazy…

For those of you who have blogs dedicated to our feline friends, I haven’t been able to visit your sites. Just seeing a cat leaves me sad and there’s a big hole in my heart after Toonce’s death. Yesterday afternoon, I happened upon a cat that looked a lot like Toonce. He was minding his business and I went up to him. He hissed at me and ran off into some bushes. 

Believe it or not, Toonce and I had a bond. Saying a man has a bond with a cat might sound delusional. I’m sure some of you think I’m insane when I speak of “The Bond.” I know Toonce didn’t know what a bond was yet every night, in rain or cold, there he was waiting for me to show up.  

He could easily have been lying on a warm bed but there he was freezing his multi-toed paws off. I think for now I must swear off cats. There will be no dogs in my future, I can’t stand dogs. I’m not afraid of them but I stand my distance. I can’t stand the way they slobber, Toonce never slobbered… How I wish Toonce was still here, oh this too will pass

The Port Saint Lucie Florida Award Nominee…

Did you hear about this man who was arrested the other day for just doing his patriotic act? Yes this man was tired of “The Arabs” in this country of ours. So what does this genius do? He rolls a dumpster in front of a Ma and Pa store and sets it on fire. The problem was he couldn’t tell the difference between a person from the Middle East and someone from India…

Yes, this 64 year old Moron of The Week Nominee wanted all Arabs out of the country so he thought sending a warning signal to a local store owner would do it. What do you want to bet he voted for Trump and I also would want to wager if he got a chance, he would enthusiastically help round up the undesirables in this country.

In his pea sized brain, all people of the Middle East are Arabs and all people to the South are Mexicans. The truth is, I’d have to Google where Port Saint Lucie is, but I’m sure there are others there that think all Arabs and Mexicans should get out of this country. Is this America or did Trump awaken a sleeping monster… This too will pass

Your Words Hurt John…

John called my last night to officially tell me I had been picked up for the upcoming loan to Grass Valley. He went on to tell me that I will represent this garage and to try and do a good job. I then went into my bit by saying, “John, your word hurt! Didn’t your ex wife tell you that your words hurt?” I went onto tell him how my mother said I was the hardest working boy she ever knew and of how she would give me a big glass of Bosco and cookies when I finished my 3rd grade homework.

“Hey listen Big Guy, I’m just saying do what you’re supposed to be doing. I give everyone this speech.” I replied,”Are you saying no beer filled nights followed by hookers in my truck? Is that what you’re saying? I want to know John, is this because I’m black or not black enough? Just tell me John?” “Have a good trip.” He hung up.

When Phil J. used to be my supervisor he played along better. John’s all business. With Phil I could say, “You know Phil, we just don’t talk anymore and when we do talk it’s about you and your wants and needs! We’ve drifted apart Phil!” Come to think of it, he’d hang up on me too. I know what I’m supposed to be doing and not doing while I’m there. This too will pass

This Is How I Waste My Day…

When I’m sitting in my truck between jobs, I watch planes land on YouTube videos. When my sons were young we would go out to SFO and watch the planes take off and land. After 9/11 they took that away from us. No longer could we park close to the runway and feel the thrust of hot air as the planes would prepare for takeoff. So here I sit watching videos of LAX. I like flying into LAX! Would I want to live in the flight path of Los Angeles International, hardly. Notice as the plane approaches the runway, The 405 down below. I don’t know when they filmed this but I’ve been on it, and it’s always congested. 7am in the morning or 10 at night, it’s a parking lot. Especially outside LAX. I believe the first freeway below is the 710. Never been on it but I believe it links the 5 with the 10. I haven’t a clue.

Okay now I need to get back to work. Some moron hit a telephone pole with their car and i need to see if our cable has been damaged. One final thing on Los Angeles and I don’t know if you can read the comments on this video. The author says, “It was a clear day.” I guess it’s a clear day other than the brown smog… This too will pass

 

 

A Smart Moron…

Management did the math incorrectly and only one technician from each Bay Area District is going on this work vacation. It’s me! It’s me! I’m representing from the Oakland Area. There were two disappointed guys in the garage last night because they were informed that they weren’t going. 

I looked at the list of vacationers, I mean workers and one was Attila from my days in San Francisco when M. and I were deep into the union, we repeatedly saved his job. The Company had told Attila, “Don’t go the coffee shop we know you go to every morning!” What does this moron do? He parks in front of the place the next day. The managers find him there and they hand him a 30 day suspension and a final warning. 

He returns from his suspension and is told, “Do not and we mean it. Do not go out of route. Don’t go to that coffee shop or you will be dismissed.” What does he do? You guessed it. What he didn’t understand is GPS had just been installed in his truck and they knew every turn he made… M. was the President of The Local and directly spoke with management to not fire Attila with promises of him never doing it again…

Fast forward two months and another 30 day suspension. Where do they find Attila? That’s right, at home this time. They escort him back to the garage and I’m the steward on duty. There he is, all sweaty. They say to him, “Attila we warned you repeatedly not to go out of route!” He looked all sad faced and that’s when he fell to the floor and started saying, “I let M. down and the District Manager Jeff Lim down.” They fired him. It took him  two years to get his job back. He lost two years of seniority and wasn’t paid back for wages lost. 

His defense was, English was his second language, had they warned him in his native Turkish language, he would have followed the orders or so the employment court judge ruled. I know it’s bogus but I guess he had a good employment lawyer and I’m sure he played his accent to the max… This too will pass

Kids Now A Days…

 These four preteens were acting like children until they all began telling each other about their therapist’s diagnosis. “My therapist says I have OCD and ADHD. How about you Katie?” “My doctor says I have OCD and ADD.” The other kids chimed in their acronyms. “I saw a bad car accident and they say I have PTSD.” The fourth child said, “I get panic attacks…

They then began to talk about their trips on planes in first class and of how they felt confined sitting for 8 hours on a plane. Again the discussion of their disorders turned serious. The East Indian boy said, “My mom had to get me my meds because I started to go crazy. That was a 15 hour flight from Mumbai.” I guess it good they are able discuss their issues.

After a few minutes their talk returned to child talk about who liked who in class. One girl called her mom and asked if she could go to a friend’s house. At that point they grabbed all their band instruments and headed out. The Starbucks went back to complete silence after they left… This too will pass

Grass Valley Here We Come!

My last loan to this part of The Sierras was a blast. It was a bus man’s holiday of sorts. We showed up little later in April and during the drought but I was driving my old dog catcher truck. I’ve never worked in the snow but it can’t be that much harder. I’ll do the best I can. It was on one of those back roads where I met a relative of German General Friedrich Paulus. I noticed his last name on the trouble ticket and before long, we were checking out some his memorabilia. 

They’re putting us up at a Holiday Inn Express on the main drag. I have quite a few points there from my ill fated attempt to help someone a couple of years ago. Now with no Toonce to worry about, I don’t need to rush back. On the final day of the loan, I will drive back to Oakland, pick up Tashi and head to SFO. 

The good thing about this hotel is they do a pretty tasty breakfast and thus the 45 dollars meal per diem can go for a good dinner. Back to the snow. I’m not worried, it’s going to be in the seventies and sunny. I think Grass Valley is below the snowline though the above picture looks a bit snowy. This too will pass 

Firewood Time Nears…

As the weather warms and the rains slow down, soon the sound of a chainsaw and splitter will fill the quiet forest. No I won’t have Toonce silently watching over me or maybe he will be. Yesterday, as Rob and I were driving in I turned to him and said, “Soon the firewood season will be here. Hopefully when I get back on April 3rd, the sun will be up earlier.” He nodded, “Yes.”

The reason I posted this piece of music is because it’s a tribute to trees that provide so wonderful shade, you might say it’s almost a prayer to beauty of trees. This year, no growing trees will be felled. Only the trees that did not survive the winter’s wind and rain will provide the wood. In a few days, I intend on getting the guts to pick up Toonce’s remains and scatter them where he would have sat while he watched me cut wood. Just writing this puts tears in my eyes and here I sit at a Sonoma Starbucks. This too will pass