Here it is Friday the 13th. Just another day in Oil City. I can come out of hibernation now that our cold snap apprears to be over. What did that groundhog say? 6 more months of winter?
Spent some time out at Scotford this week snooping around trying to line up some work. Everyone's looking over their shoulder out there as the Wooden Shoes are doing everything they can to cut costs. Inspite of that, I heard some good rumours about some prospects but they are still just runours. Normally if there isn't any work around here there's always Ft. Mac to fall back on. Not this time. The crystal ball is telling me that nothing big is going to happen until spring of 2010.
On a happier note, we're heading back to Bugtussle next weekend for Grannie's 90th birthday bash. It'll be a bit of a family reunion too with lots of relatives I haven't seen in a long time. I hope the weather is conducive to flying because it's going to be a quick trip down there and back. Weather permitting I plan to go out tomorrow and knock the rust off my flying skills. It's been a few months but you all know the saying about riding a bike.
