The hole began caving in yesterday. Rocky, the Cement Man (in cases like that, don’t you wonder if it was the job, or the name that came first?) is here cementing. Re-drilling is beginning.
JoJo explained it all to me in great detail today. I’m pretty sure if I tried to write it out here, I’d have you as confused as I am.
Fortuitously, Tom commented on yesterday’s post and included an excellent video that explains horizontal drilling. Since I’m not sure how often anyone goes back and reads comments on previous posts, I’m re-posting the link here. Thanks, Tom!
Speaking of reading comments, John added a Texas joke to my old Texas Truisms post today. You may want to just scroll to the comment to see it. He confirmed my Coke suspensions! (click on John’s name to go to his blog)
We’re a little bit sick here. I have a sinus infection (maybe) which I’m pretty sure is from dust inhalation. My air-card for my laptop has a fever, literally. It’s almost too hot to touch. I ordered a new one which should arrive Monday, if they can find Parr site 1852 at 572 County Road 534, Smiley, Texas. It would be so much easier if they’d let us use a PO box.
So tonight I’m keeping it short. I’ve been reading quite a bit about Texas and about southern sayings.
I’ve noticed there are a lot of sayings about pigs. There’s:
Go Hog Wild!
Go Whole Hog!
Last night the guys went hog-wild and lassoed a whole hog.
He’s going to be their dinner tonight. I have the full and complete story about that one, but I’m not thinkin’ you’d really want to hear it. They figure he weighed about 120 pounds so he’ll likely be a bit gamey.
When they catch a littler one, they’re going to bring us dinner. 😀
There’s: Even a blind hog finds an acorn now and then!
OK. I don’t really get that one, but if hogs eat acorns, he must have gotten lucky.
There are the common sayings like:
Holler like a stuck pig!
Don’t buy a pig in a poke (I wrote a whole post on that one)
As crooked as a pig’s tail !
Don’t be a pig !
Then there are the truly weird ones:
As happy as a dead pig in sunshine!
I took this picture last week on the way to Luling and I’m pretty sure they got this particular expression wrong. The buzzards were happy, but the pig, not so much.
He don’t need it no more than a pig needs the New Testament.
I have absolutely no idea…
And of course:
Slick as a greased pig !
The little ones are pretty fast. The guys may have to settle for gamey!