Two days after the previous post we got our first snow of the year. An old wives' tale says that the number the first snow falls is an indicator of the number of snows in the year. We'll see how that plays out. I've counted before and we don't usually get 26 snows in our area, but it's always fun to count.
To count, it has to be a snow you can track a rabbit in it.
We needed to replace our service truck this year. To me, it seems a complicated process. We buy a truck with a flat bed and then it goes to another company to have a service bed put on it. Then to the sign company so everyone knows it belongs to Underground Construction. It is now the truck that hauls the boring machine, the old one is demoted to do something else.
When we started our business 21 years ago, we were at some trouble to get a name for our business that would be a good fit. There were no other boring companies in the area and we thought Underground Construction would be a good name and fairly self-explanatory. It isn't so much. We have been accused of being an excavating company, asked to dig basements and foundations and been mistaken for one of the now several boring companies in the area that have "construction" in there name. We have to look carefully at our bills, since once in a while we get billed for someone else's order.
November means deer hunting season in our area. Jim went deer hunting once before we were married, and didn't go again until Anthony became part of our family. Now, we have discovered that the nature of venison makes it easier for me to chew than beef. So, Jim has been fortunate enough to get a deer or three every year, so we eat it and enjoy it.
Zane wanted to come along and see what hunting was like. They spend most of their time sitting in the blind, and it was a cold day. Jim got a nice buck; Zane got a fun picture, and laid claim to the antlers. He isn't a convert to the hunting game.
We celebrated Thanksgiving as usual with all our family, including my folks, in spite of the COVID warnings.
