Woke up to the sound of......
........rain pelting the roof of my bedroom. There's nothing like the sound of rain hitting a hot tin roof.
It's even better when you know you have a week and a half left in the desert, and you're not going to be stranded in the bush because of it. Ahhh......so nice, wash all the minor irritations away and start afresh.
Speaking of minor irritation, at 1/4 to midnight tonight, as I was walking the 80 meters or so from my bedroom to the rig, a forklift was driving towards me. I was on the road, and it was dark, so I thought I'd better give him some room, cos he can't see me and he was carrying five 30 foot joints of casing, therefore making him 30 foot wide.
Well, he must have had his eye on me rather than the road, cos as I dived (and I mean literally dived into the dirt), so as not to bang my head on the pipe as he drove past, the forklift kind of followed me.
So I'm running (or stumbling as it was, - twas dark and there was heaps of uneven ground and damned bushes in the way of my legs, which seemed no problem for the forklifts wheels) to try to get out of the way of this forklift which is bloodywell following me, dammit.
Hmmnn....... the reason he was following me is because he actually ran off the road and down an embankment (of which i was trying to scurry down).
He eventually stopped and reversed back up to the road, to my great relief. He yelled out a quick "Sorry Cat", and continued on his merry way.
Must be the day for it, turns out a grader backed over the front of the geologist's whoppie on his way out here from the airport. I haven't seen him or the whoppie today, must have been pretty bad. Will let you know what really happened when I find out more.
It's even better when you know you have a week and a half left in the desert, and you're not going to be stranded in the bush because of it. Ahhh......so nice, wash all the minor irritations away and start afresh.
Speaking of minor irritation, at 1/4 to midnight tonight, as I was walking the 80 meters or so from my bedroom to the rig, a forklift was driving towards me. I was on the road, and it was dark, so I thought I'd better give him some room, cos he can't see me and he was carrying five 30 foot joints of casing, therefore making him 30 foot wide.
Well, he must have had his eye on me rather than the road, cos as I dived (and I mean literally dived into the dirt), so as not to bang my head on the pipe as he drove past, the forklift kind of followed me.
So I'm running (or stumbling as it was, - twas dark and there was heaps of uneven ground and damned bushes in the way of my legs, which seemed no problem for the forklifts wheels) to try to get out of the way of this forklift which is bloodywell following me, dammit.
Hmmnn....... the reason he was following me is because he actually ran off the road and down an embankment (of which i was trying to scurry down).
He eventually stopped and reversed back up to the road, to my great relief. He yelled out a quick "Sorry Cat", and continued on his merry way.
Must be the day for it, turns out a grader backed over the front of the geologist's whoppie on his way out here from the airport. I haven't seen him or the whoppie today, must have been pretty bad. Will let you know what really happened when I find out more.
posted by mogcat | 7:25 PM
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