The Joy of Refueling

Today I had an epiphany. While I was putting gas in the HHR, I was suddenly struck by how slow the dollars and cents was going up on the pump. Lo and behold, when the hose spigot kicked and then stopped, my total was $28.79. It took a moment for the reality to sink in; after month and years of paying $40 to $50 to fill my gas tank, my expense was under $30.00!

I took a moment to say a short prayer of thanksgiving for fracking.

Gasoline is the life's blood of rural America. Gasoline is a miracle fluid, portable enough to be carried along on any journey, yet powerful enough to provide the thrust to move a 3000 pound vehicle over hill and dale, all the way to Grandmother's house. As a necessary ingredient for American life and commerce, the price of gasoline has a profound effect on the quality of our lives.

$50.00 a barrel oil means cheap gas at the pump and cheap gas at the pump means more money left in our pockets to do other fun stuff. Thanks to the threat from fracking, the Saudis have decided to drown the world in oil.

Glory, Glory Hallalujah! Cheap gas - its a frackin' miracle!

I Like Big Fogs

I am hearing complaints about the dreary, foggy weather we have enjoyed over the past week. Posh!, I say! In December, I like big fogs.

Fog in December means warm air riding over the cold, snowy surface. Warm air in December is welcome because every day over freezing in December means one less day it can be freezing-the-balls-off-a-brass-monkey cold. Every foggy day in December means one less day I have to walk through, drive through or shovel through snow.

Fog in February or March sucks, but in December I enjoy, embrace and like Big Fogs.