Spent today logging with Grandpa. I had chainsaw duty. He pulled the trees out with his four-wheeler.

Got word from Shawn Goodall that he's ready to hire me again. We take a load to Calgary tomorrow evening. Eighteen wheels and 10,000 pounds of live fish.

Smells good. Smells like money.

Last night my parents invited my girlfriend and me to a Killdeer Mountain feast that included roasted chicken, bison, and wild juneberry pie with ice cream. Grandpa and Grandma also joined us, as did Father James from the Assumption Abbey in Richardton.

Gramps has recently been recovering from a bout of diverticulitis. Our conversation went something like this:

Grandpa: (enthusiastically) Do you know what diverticulitis is?

Me: No.

Grandpa: It's when your diverticulosis flares up.

Me: What's diverticulosis?

Grandpa: It's when the diverticula in your entrails bulge.

Me: What are diverticula?

Grandpa: That's when you have many, many diverticulum.

Me: What's a diverticulum?

Grandpa: It's one of my bulging diverticula. That's why my diverticulosis flared up.

I'm an internet entrepreneur now.

First item up for auction is a Budweiser shirt.

After seven weeks without, I have wheels again. Pearl Drop, is up and running.

100 F.

Swam in the coal pit.

Apparently, I own a co-share of Dunn Center's mineral rights. Marathon Oil sent a representative to my house today who wrote me out a check for $100. The check number is 6669.

If they strike oil, I may receive monthly checks of $13.01 over the course of the next year.

Spent my last $2000 on this '78 Pace Arrow RV:

I call it the "Bunk House." It has a sweet 8-track player and a small microwave. It smells like the Brady Bunch and gets 5 mpg.

I arrived home yesterday--North Dakota!

Life has taken me on a pleasant roller-coaster ride during these last few weeks. I'm glad to be back on home turf for a while. Will attempt to play catch-up soon.