Last Saturday Bill took the test to apply for his concealed weapon permit. We don't carry a firearm of any kind with us in our motorhome, but there's something about the government taking control that makes a person feel they must stand up for their rights. That was a 10 hour class. Bill passed just fine, now he has to get all the paperwork done and submit it.
We drove back to Ft Worth today... more paperwork, including fingerprinting... to become Gate Guards. I think some of you are surprised that we'd even consider this job as it ties a couple down to being there 24/7 for weeks on end.
Well, we do enjoy our freedom, but it's not the first time we've taken on "jobs" that restricted us. Heck, when we lived on the farm, we took separate vacations because someone had to be home to milk and take care of the critters. As for living in a remote place, we lived in Utah for 4 months... in the desert, 63 miles one-way, on a dirt road, from the closest grocery store (which was a military commissary) and picked up our mail once a week.
Ladybird Johnson would be so happy to see these beautiful Blue Bonnets along these Texas highways!
We've never lived like "the family next door"... in fact, we've lived in places you couldn't even see where the family next door lived. After we retired, we both worked for a temp agency doing anything from merchandising, to data entry, to delivering flowers. I had fun for a while being a "secret shopper", and one week I was a cook, fixing meals for 60 kids in a day care center. We both love doing the "unusual" and both love the challenge of learning something new.
Actually, the oil/gas business isn't new to Bill at all. Both Bill's great-grandfather and grandfather worked in the oil fields in New Mexico, and his dad worked for a while in an oil refinery. When Bill was with the geology dept at OU, he drilled and monitored water and gas wells on campus.
Indian paintbrush... another roadside wildflower, here in Texas.
One thing I wanted to do after I retired was to work at a cooperative restaurant in my hometown. It is worker-owned, uses local and organic produce and other goods, and serves innovative meals... both vegetarian and non-vegetarian. Kind of a pseudo Mexican cuisine... great food and atmosphere. I never did that... too many other things kept getting in the way.
So... now this opportunity to be a gate guard has come up. Maybe we'll hate it. Maybe not... but we'll never know unless we try it.
As for our "newly learned" Spanish language expertise... heck, it might come in handy speaking to the illegals in south Texas....
That's All For Today!