the true price of gas
My daughter finally found a job. This was after weeks of looking, wherein I would ride shotgun in the Land Rover as she drove to place after place to fill out application after application. Today, the process finally paid off.
My little girl will be working at Honey Baked Ham for the holiday season.
I’m trying to figure out if and how this will benefit me. Not that it’s a priority. The important thing is that she has a job. A job that I will drive her to, and from, on a semi daily basis, I’m quite sure. So it is too much to hope that I will get some food out of the deal? Just now and then? After all…I will be supplying the gas to get her to and from work.
I’ve thought a lot about gas today.
As the temperature drops at night, even here in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia, I think more and more about the cost of gas. The gas at the pump has been rising in price for months, and now it’s time to turn up the gas to heat the house. I have been burning wood in the fireplace this week rather than turning on the furnace. It would appear to be more cost effective, and it’s definitely cozier.
Oh, and the dog has a horrible case of gas.
This is the gas that disturbs me the most, as he sleeps by my feet, passing gas that burns and brings tears to my eyes. I wonder what on earth I could be feeding him that would cause such smells to emanate from him. I begin to wonder if we could just bottle it. It certainly seems potent enough to power both my car and my furnace. Then again…it would probably be too potent. This is the stuff that causes global warming…I’m certain of it.
It’s going to be a very cold night here in Atlanta tonight, with temperatures dipping into the thirties, and I am determined to save energy by foregoing the furnace as long as possible. I suppose having the dog sleep in the bed will keep me warm. After all…he’s a little gas furnace all on his own!
Until the next time…I’ll be toasty warm (and wearing nose plugs!)