This is at Fick’s Market, the store up the road from my mom and dad’s house. The pipeline is going to be connected to a water treatment plant about a mile east of Fick’s.

I don’t know if they’re done building the treatment plant yet. The last time I went by it was months ago and it was still under construction. But it does seem like they’re putting this thing together fast.

Though the treatment plant is in Lapeer County, it’s not for Lapeer. The pipeline goes through Genesee County to Flint. I believe it’s one of the state’s responses to Flint’s water crisis.

I can’t think of anything else to blog about today. So, I’m going to revisit this topic.

I said before, I’m not opposed to either make. I like both, and other makes too. But, I do lean a little toward Ford. It’s just that I was brought up to know Ford. Can’t really say which is better, I’m sure both have their pros and cons.

A lot of folks I know are team Chevrolet.  Ford is deemed the enemy to all vehicle owners. “Don’t buy a Ford!”, “Ford sucks!”, “How to fix a Ford? Buy a Chevy!” And so on.

I see a lot of thirty and forty year old Ford pickup trucks still on the road. They might be rusty hunks of metal, but they’re still running. And I see a lot of ten and fifteen year old Chevrolet pickup trucks broken down.

Recently the Chevrolet of someone I know broke down. I guffawed when I saw the flatbed truck that brought the Chevy home was a Ford.

What does this mean? I don’t rightly know. Another day and I might see a Chevy flatbed bringing home a Ford.

It’s a dark day for me. The sun is shining, the sky is blue, birds are singing and the wind coming in through my window is nice. But I’m in a dark mood.

Okay, it’s midnight. August has begun. Summer will be over before I know it. The older I get, the faster time flies. I was just thirty years old last year. Next year I’ll be fifty.

I haven’t been blogging much lately. I’ve been feeling self-conscious, but I want to try putting those feelings aside. I’d like to get back to blogging on a daily basis.

My brother was over for a few days. Last night we were up in the attic talking until 3 in the morning. One of the things we talked about is that we’re getting old.

When I turned forty in March, it was like I’d been slapped in the face. I’m not young anymore. Forty years have already passed. I know I’m not really old either, but I feel like I’m at a halfway point. My life might or might not last much longer than this. I might live to my eighties or nineties, or I might live to my fifties or sixties.

One thing is for sure. I already covered about half of my life. I’m not really depressed about it. It’s just an awareness that I’m feeling.

I want to enjoy the things that I’m passionate about, in whatever way I can, to the best of my ability, while I still have time.

We even had a cake, of which I forgot to have a piece of.

So, yeah, I spent the day at Mom and Dad’s, where we had the reunion for my dad’s half of the family. I pretty much just ate and drank beer. I didn’t talk much, but that’s not unusual for me.

Dad and Ron grilled hotdogs and hamburgers. We had a bit of a smoke storm in there.

Some fished, others sat around.

Mom set her karaoke stuff up on the balcony. The music could be heard across the yard.

When it got dark everyone sat around the back deck. It was decent weather. A bit warm, but not terribly. Fireflies were out.