Suns shining?

I’ve had a bad morning. About the time I readied for my outside life here they’ve come on to me some 80% of pain threshold.
Day seemed as thought it weren’t going to get any better. I’m informed I have to grind. Two new ladies taken over the yard care around the house I haven’t a thing to board them their combined efforts. So on the road for an emptied feed wagon I passed Handy. (hahahohohehe) some strange thing is about to happen. On my way home I had to make trade two barn boards for his help my grind plus. Elevator closed Handy brought up out of barrel storage emergency reserve supplements for today’s grind. Machinery brought out, set, used, put away; Handy helped me with the new ladies home delivery the best hay available. It was the only hay available. A ring brought up and parked around the bale to save it from wasting. The Morning was shot.
This afternoon had to fence an uncut hay field turned earlier than usual to pasture. That was fun. Eight sided field I spent the whole afternoon changing directions first driving perimeter fence posts then running electric fence wire on those same posts. Luckily I had thrown my boots on the Cushman for one critical underwater corner of the fencing. And wouldn’t a body know I had grabbed the leaky ones. Shucks, they holy boots hat they were I didn’t get my feet wet them boots keeping my feet dry them boots magically enabling me to walk on the water. The fences set I checked all the fencing for continuity.
The next thing was opening the new pasturage to the ladies…. Some ladies? They cussed me, bad mouthed me, made unmentionable demands of me, and refused to believe me their new pasture was prepared and readied for them. No time to argue with a female over a topic a male can’t win I stooped to letting them figure things for themselves I had other things to do.
Running the road again for a perfect ending to a Sunday evening I had tractor parts to paint. Now that I’m writing this I think I remember missing one part. Oh well, next time. Hmmm, Already I’ve got something come daylight again.
Wonderful I had finally managed to finish my day by 8:00 PM. The rest of the evening’s mine, to dwell upon and wonder how the Hell I endured all the pains I simultaneous experienced today; a whole head headache, those infernal lightening strikes over my left temple, the nagging aches having taken up residency up and down in my spine to follow me around all day, plus a pre-un-announced bonus pain middle toe right foot building what may be a corn right on top; on top of everything else. BGKC.
Damned if it weren’t a fun day, I survived. Now sleep to escape the pain.
Fernan

An interesting day…..

…..to say the least. I had spoke of putting new tire on the 2150. It took three of us all morning to get the inside bead off the rim. That brought us right up to lunch time.
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Lunch time was an invitation to judge a troop cook off between two patrols. What I didn’t now was Frieda and I were the only invited ginny pigs for this taste test palatable face off. Nothing like putting a couple innocents right on the touchy front line of judgment. Told when to be on hand we were. On time we find a group of adults already stuffed or rather near finished a meal. We weren’t offered any of this as the explanation offered it was already gone and it was for adults only. Humph! What was I? Had I regressed all the way back to a child like state my missing growing younger. Alright, what will be will be. Trying to cover their tracks we were offered dessert. Okay, hungry Frieda and I indulged.
By and by the first patrol ready to serve brought Frieda and I a plate of dinner plus dessert for our discerning palates. The corn bread was near a total loss. Caving the black away until it looked just right it wasn’t all that bad. Delicious chili made to rival any canned commercial product, yummy. Scalped potatoes and sausage, good. And, something else.
Delegated a plate from the second patrol, we ate again. Fried potatoes and bacon, baked spaghetti, and a cheese muffin. Plus chocolate cake for dessert wrestled from the dutch oven, taste.
Now don’t forget the main courses we didn’t get…. The boys cooking came in (If their scores had been averaged) with one point between them up there earning scores of 98 and 97. Not bad while they had burned all the main meals, While they had whipped up some taste recipes the main courses were tastee all being equal Frieda and I had to give the first patrol first places for their outstanding chili and apple cobbler. The second patrol fell behind on the plain food offering but rebounded with some daring recipes for an outdoor cook off, rebounding not enough.
The third patrol, the adults short on saving enough grub for invited guests, offered but desert to sweeten our injured feelings. That dessert just didn’t measure up to the young men’s offering, Yum on both patrols counts.
Patrol one came in 1st.
Patrol two came in 2nd.
Patrol Adult came in 3rd just for the dessert in spite itself and nothing else, the host set upon watching me waste away.
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Curiosity gets the better of any lady anytime. Look at this one looking for my furniture’s labels.
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2150 in dirty clothes.
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Old tire off, Wheel washed and rinse’d twice, towel dried, rim greased, new tire near by for afternoon mounting. The blue barrels hold what’s left of tire ballast. Dig the 6/18 plow attached.
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Pictures from Shorthorn country.
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Damn it! I forgot what I was going to write next. Couldn’t been all that important. So, nothing’s lost. BGKC.
This entry is also a test to see if I can post some thumbnails(?). IF not cut and past the image
Fernan

An interesting day…..

…..to say the least. I had spoke of putting new tire on the 2150. It took three of us all morning to get the inside bead off the rim. That brought us right up to lunch time.
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Lunch time was an invitation to judge a troop cook off between two patrols. What I didn’t now was Frieda and I were the only invited ginny pigs for this taste test palatable face off. Nothing like putting a couple innocents right on the touchy front line of judgment. Told when to be on hand we were. On time we find a group of adults already stuffed or rather near finished a meal. We weren’t offered any of this as the explanation offered it was already gone and it was for adults only. Humph! What was I? Had I regressed all the way back to a child like state my missing growing younger. Alright, what will be will be. Trying to cover their tracks we were offered dessert. Okay, hungry Frieda and I indulged.
By and by the first patrol ready to serve brought Frieda and I a plate of dinner plus dessert for our discerning palates. The corn bread was near a total loss. Caving the black away until it looked just right it wasn’t all that bad. Delicious chili made to rival any canned commercial product, yummy. Scalped potatoes and sausage, good. And, something else.
Delegated a plate from the second patrol, we ate again. Fried potatoes and bacon, baked spaghetti, and a cheese muffin. Plus chocolate cake for dessert wrestled from the dutch oven, taste.
Now don’t forget the main courses we didn’t get…. The boys cooking came in (If their scores had been averaged) with one point between them up there earning scores of 98 and 97. Not bad while they had burned all the main meals, While they had whipped up some taste recipes the main courses were tastee all being equal Frieda and I had to give the first patrol first places for their outstanding chili and apple cobbler. The second patrol fell behind on the plain food offering but rebounded with some daring recipes for an outdoor cook off, rebounding not enough.
The third patrol, the adults short on saving enough grub for invited guests, offered but desert to sweeten our injured feelings. That dessert just didn’t measure up to the young men’s offering, Yum on both patrols counts.
Patrol one came in 1st.
Patrol two came in 2nd.
Patrol Adult came in 3rd just for the dessert in spite itself and nothing else, the host set upon watching me waste away.
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Curiosity gets the better of any lady anytime. Look at this one looking for my furniture’s labels.
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Here’s a couple pictures for Cliff:
2150 in dirty clothes.
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Old tire off, Wheel washed and rinse’d twice, towel dried, rim greased, new tire near by for afternoon mounting. The blue barrels hold what’s left of tire ballast. Dig the 6/18 plow attached.
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Curiosity gets the better of any lady anytime. Look at this one looking for my furniture’s labels.
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Here’s a couple pictures for Cliff:
2150 in dirty clothes.
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Old tire off, Wheel washed and rinse’d twice, towel dried, rim greased, new tire near by for afternoon mounting. The blue barrels hold what’s left of tire ballast. Dig the 6/18 plow attached.
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Pictures from Shorthorn country.
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Damn it! I forgot what I was going to write next. Couldn’t been all that important. So, nothing’s lost. BGKC.
This entry is also a test to see if I can post some thumbnails(?).
Fernan

Ain’t weather it’s repair

I didn't have to chase a bitchy mutt.
The 2150 tractor driver tire supposed to be here late this afternoon from Atlanta, Georgia. Price half again more than last Year's tire prices, OUCH!
1850's pressure plate and flywheel ready. Waiting on two parts for clutch rebuild, could also be ready late afternoon? New pilot bearing here as well as replacement throw-out-bearing carrier are here.
Need to move ring and find a 5' hay bale for ladies here.
Fixed four wagon tires yesterday one of them (a15") took apart three times before manufacturer's defect found (arrggghhhh). I needed two spares for replacements. An extra (15") spare found late afternoon (groan), in of all places my spare tire pile. Heck of a place to hide a spare. I had only need fix the (15"er) took three times. Now, I've got five, I had only needed the first two. The remaining three (16") needed anyway (now needing one more) a few weeks from now for another hay-wagon build.
Four cup coffee jump start yesterday, going out on only three this AM.
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I caught Holly about to involve herself in a no-no. my expelling a few words and waving an upholstered flyswatter, she quickly sought Frieda’s protection…. Frieda didn’t get bit once even. GD bitch!
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Della still not making herself totally welcomed part in the household; now she’s to contend with Holly. While Holly has shown herself totally indifferent to the barn cats, I doubt she’ll be a problem to Della either. But, Della’s problems are in her own mind. Animals? Characters?
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Shop time unexplainable. While I waited for the heavy parts I remade part of my five gallon can pressurized empting device. A full can what needs emptying would come in handy right about now for another trial run.
I clean a catch basin long and wide 4” depth plastic pan. We use it as catch basin under the tractor areas we work on saving floor from oil spills. I used newspapers for soaking and wiping out the mess and cleaning it. Viva la newspapers for first grease rags. When I finished their either fired or landfill filed.
Aired flat tire on Pettibone loader-backhoe. Want to have no reason somebody can’t take it away this weekend, I hopes? Whoever takes it I’d like to talk them into buying extremely old and rare Oliver Fire truck miss named La Franz?
I put Brother’s home-made steps on JD and covered them from hinted at rain showers.
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Toughest part of day was stopping in seeing a friend and neighbor’s going blind. Kept conversation bright and lively while I was there. Talked to a trucker son for job leads I could send on to Fillip? There were none. All major trucking companies on verge of bankruptcy. If anything look to firms running less than 50 trucks. I might luck out?
Retiring for the evening had super and desert about 7:00ish. Then was outside planting the weeping heart plant and some Lilac bushes until about 8:00ish. It’s been a fair day. Could have been better. Could have been worse. BGKC.
Fernan

This could take some time

"sane"
Thank you Paula
};^)
I'm also including a server change over.
I say this for I may have to swap computers back and forth to down load the more detailed info I want to save. In the process some web sites and E-mail addies may be lost or misplaced. For now I'll be asking for continued patience and HELP. I say all this for as no brighter or age dimmed as my mind has become all these changes will have to come after farming over time. Meanwhile, continue BGKC.
Fernan

Just gotten my computer back....

.....So while some of current journal entry has been writen it lies on a DVD needing downloading here. But not tonight. Right now, I've got to see how this thing drives? BGKC.
Fernan

The saga continues

(evening addition)
The damned dog, Holly, is home. Frieda’s so delighted with my KIND hearted efforts following leads, running the roads, and even so far as getting down on my hands and knees to coax her into my arms. Frieda’s promised me anything, my first and second choices denied. And in spite my giving that animal shelter and sustenance, and she bites me. Arrgggghhhhh!
BGKC
Fernan

Morning Dog Entry

The saga continues
It’s been worked up to the point my neighbors have changed me status from horse-thief to Dognapper. I don’t know if that’s good or bad? Whether it’s an improvement or worsening my reputation?
Holly (Frieda’s wiener dog) missing one day and two nights onj the neighborhood grapevine, she’d been seen twice. This morning’s sighting took us down to Vassar road. There desperate to keep her Mostess happy I braved a jaunt through a spooky woodlot coming back out into the early morning light of day to get my arse wet wading through hay I’ll have to eventually cut to see Frieda hadn’t had any luck either. At a loss looking at each other, Frieda says, “What’s that thing behind you, against that wall, garage wall. I had walked past Holly twice without seeing her, but when she picked up her head, that was it. I almost had her. Within two yards of her, she got up, cutting it, and scooted right through my hands and most surely out of my reach and headed for the road. Grieda went into her kindest voiced mode calling, “Here Holly. Nice Holly, Holly baby!” And Holly picked up some speed. It were back to the wheels. Cushman out last night for the chase and unsuccessful recovery was our transportation this AM. We followed, maybe, just maybe she’ll be attracted by a some dogs in a couple fenced in yards just down the road.
We didn‘t have to travel far. Holly had darted off on down the road; off the road into a three sided fenced area what was keeping one dog honest and a questionably nasty dispositional visitor I didn’t know? Holly had trapped herself. Gotten cornered she just managed to stay out of the big black nasty kerr’s jaws luckily having an automobile sitting in the driveway to dart under from out of those jaws of the big black maria.
My closing the space between the Cushman left just off the road’s pavement I walked down the driveway. Halfway down the paved drive I stooped myself more to the same level with Holly. On all fours, the big toothed menace, I called to Holly, same dialogue as Frieda’s. So, it might have worked for me. That black kerr not to sure of me stayed from between the car, Holly and me. I continued calling her, by and by she braved the openness between us once, twice, three times. I tried offering a gentle hand to her. She shied away. Coming back again and again my patience was wearing thin. After all I was down on my hands and knees, this was no proposal nor even a proposition? Cars with drivers behind their wheel going by might get some wrong ideas. My booty to the road was to just much to bare. This rescuing confrontation simply had to come to an end. “Here Holly!” She had gotten close enough to me I managed three grabs at her slipping away each time, twice biting me, OUCH! The seemingly last time she took for the street. Saw Frieda, looked at the mad dog, and back at me slowly making up her mind to use me for her protectorate from those big bad jaws. I waited, she came along side my limb’s shank giving it a look and a sniff, closed the distance passing by my thigh. Looking into my eyes, timidly looking under the bridge my body had made my hands also down. I waited, Dachshund wee step by wee step. Out on the road she showed some speed. Approaching me she was near in reverse. This last time I was all over her, her teeth all up and down my hand while had wished I had worn more gloves. Holly pinned to the pavement my hand around her throat I had her. Ohh! by her God, she was giving me some side eyed dirty looks. Unable to rearrange my hold on her, having her, keeping her, I hollered over my shoulder bring me carrying case. More fun, Holly seeing it tried squirming back peddling the open barred entrance. I wasn’t letting go, reaching in as for as I could put her neck my free hand on her behind pushing the last inches getting her inside the door secured. While she’s home now I’ll let her rest right where she is. Later re-fix the collar on her neck fittingly tighter and try her on another walk. Meanwhile, I’m worried about reputation’s direction witch way it may rise to or sink to as how low?

Anybody have any suggestions as to how I might whisper to this mad at me dog.
Fernan
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Watching a pretty gal on the TV this AM Frieda mentioned of her, “She’d be fun to dress.” Myself, I mumbled, “She’d be more fun to undress.”
“Rah, rah, rah!” And I was out of here………
…….Have any of you seen a frying pan turned into a wok the hard headed way?

Best Buys

Speaking of TSC
There may be better battery shops than TSC. It's just that using the same battery source for all our needs. Then we needn't wonder where we got it if a warranty becomes involved?
Now this may not make sense but the further a body gets into rural America there actually are a TSC outlets who actually know how to converse tractor needs over the phone. Yet here on the edge of suburbia it often means a two day trip for a battery or muffler? And even better than three days if time is taken to tote an example of either one a-long if needed, and one is needed for one of these frontier TSC stores.
So out on the edges of Shorthorn country it has become best to take the one what needs replacement along the first day for the same day battery order, next day battery purchase, next shipment warehouse for anything else. Closest to us off the western borders of Shorthorn country we’ve one these described TSC frontier stores. Conversely off the eastern borders Shorthorn country we’ve actually have a TSC store way out there into the uncharted, un-mapped, unexplored rural wildernesses of truly real American farm country.
This is important to us in as many six volt batteries we have in use around here. The 6volt batteries for their larger cell sizes last much longer lasting than the 12volt variety. Give me two 6volt’s in series over two 12volt in parallel anytime. 14 in use right now around here lasting sometimes more than twice as long.
Had an 18 month warranted 6volt battery last 7 years on farm truck.
My $0.02 worth
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Speaking of drug stores….. Even the chain store outlets aren’t all the same. Take for instance southwest of us just inside the suburbia border there’s one them fast paced citified Rite-Aid’s over at the Crossroads were they’re surrounded by four-five easily walked nearby neighborhoods. They’ve even got one of them fancy (bank like) two bay drive in window services. The one we use out on the northeastern edges of Shorthorn country is more mild mannered Rite-Aid where they take the time to talk taking care of me. A place where they know my name.
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I don’t know what I’d done with out Tom. While I showed him how it was done he did the arm and hammer work what I could no longer hold nor energetically beat on any more. It’s a pain in my “You know where” my arms no long the strength nor power to swing a three pound hammer home. Tom was well pleased with our successful efforts breaking a driver down still mounted upon a tractor.
He wants an education in doing what’s done on a farm, and I’ve doing my part positioning him a-midst’s some of it. He’s learning a lot more what’s needed for when it come time he’ll be known outstanding in a field.
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This had been my day: or rather, this had been my extended morning. Coming in fur lunch between indigestion and a few sore muscles. Resting my belly, sitting upon my derriere leaning against my chair, lunch by and by twice I had to lay it down, slept for most of four hours. Woke in-time/on-time for rattlers. Answered cal, Holly had been seen and eaten a neighbors cats food. Took boss for Cushman ride. Checked upon a grand lady who’s hay ground we lost. She’s going to fix me up with some more perennial flowers and a couple ground covers. She’s also the same Lady from whom I had admitted I swiped some of her tiger lilies. (it’s alright to chuckle here) I’ve got to drop her off a couple black tubs so I’ll know her care packages are for me. (grin) I’d originally stopped by her place as she has a couple delightful dogs and critters draw critters.
From here (my flower lady’s) we slipped on south a near mile so I could show Frieda a whole row of different Lilac bushes I had seen in passing hauling corn home a couple days back. BGKC.
Fernan

Memorial Day (observations)

I had scarcely set down evening last when one of the confounded lightening striking headaches hit in my left temple. Frieda’s made the observation even though every time I’ve might have had a good head aching free day I’ve been savagely hit with them within moments. I’ve complained of the lower back pain, iced the lower back pain, and medicated for the lower back pain. Frieda suggested, “When you haven’t had one of your headaches, all day, you do the moment you sit on your tail bone.”
I wonder? There may be more truth in what she’s said than has been realized all these months. Curiously, when I had gotten my upper most back shoulders, and neck treatments; I was told my whole back couldn’t be treated. Something either about federal law or federal insurance regulations. Oh, the marvelous advances our country has made to fleece medical care in the USA. Viva Michael Moore telling the “Sicko” story. What if my problem starts at the bottom of my spine. Why must the problem be theoretically zoned only to neck treatments? I miss seeing the smarts in this logic.
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Now, while Della (cat) is making more and more extended visits upon the living deck our home. Holly (dachshund dog) we seem to ever so slowly compassionately indoctrinate our loving home to these devoted pet critters known to exist for our care and amusement. Am I ever amused? Now Holly has disappeared with in the confines of our inviting home. Just what the heck is this? A hide and seek introductory initiation?
Busy day. While Memorial day weekend marks the official beginning of haying season, I wasn’t included. With Tom’s assistance we broke 1850 engine assembly apart. Found shaft idler bearing broken up and frozen on its own internally climbed components. While need idler bearing throw, out bearing, and the throw out bearing carried I mistakenly broke. The pressure plate, clutch disc, and flywheel go to Lansing tomorrow for rebuild.
We even managed to grind grain before we lunched. Afterward I beat on 2150’s rear driver tire. I hope I’ve opened up a crack between that tire and the rim, that crack is for the bead breaker’s installation and use.
I managed to get home at a reasonable holiday day’s time for some supper plus some R&R. Holly had bitten me so we’re exactly on each other’s best friend list. She had objected to my rubbing her nose in a mess she had made on the floor. I tied her outdoors for a while. Lastly when I tried bringing her in the house this afternoon she managed to slip her collar and run off. If I see her or hear of her around the neighborhood I’ll try getting along with her. If not I’ll loose no sleep over her. My theory, she was to long a kennel dog and never a true household broken animal and could be a bit of a problem to train at her age. BGKC.
Fernan

So much to do

One 1850 engine assembly to remove for a non working clutch lets see. One 2150 driver’s inner tub to replace. These minor things just listed may be gottened into just as soon as my ladies pasture’s been changed over. Then of course there’s the possibility of my having to grind. There are days I wonder how we may fit it all together?
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Well now, as it has worked out I needn’t worry about grinding today. It was put off until tomorrow sure.
I changed the ladies pasture. That was alright. Then I started running more electric fencing the rest of the way around the house including the front yard About half way through that it come to my mind, “Did I put the gate back up across the right-of-way passage?“ Darn it, I had forgotten that short piece of wire; and, the cows were out. So I circled them, successfully having them surrounded all by myself. Swatting my rubber fender with the customary plastic persuader as has become my method of operation usually not only gets each lady’s attention it also means it’s time to go back from where they’ve come. So what the ladies didn’t get it right at first. We all make mistakes. Rechecking my perimeter I also became very high toned wit my ear checking yells, “Heyeah! Heyeah!” repeating myself any number of times just making sure I was heard and understood. Such nice ladies they did as I had asked of them. They had reentered the RR right of-way! See? There was no need my calling Bro’ when the ladies were in a panic situation while me and the Cushman was all about them. Contained here come Bro’ to late to save the day. Our party’s seperatinh I celled Tom. He was ready for my picking him up. Checking my fuel The Cushman and I took off for Tom. Half way to Tom’s a pothole’s jarring the Cushman a good one, my throttle was half what it’d been in an instant and all its day in the past. At Tom’s I lifted the seat looking for something amiss with the carburetor. I spoted a loose clamp holding my home brewed linkage together. Tom rechecked my handy screw driven manipulation and found a way to make some improvement. WOW! Tom had in just moments turned my Cushman buddy into one moving machine. But, to finish the tinkering Tom needed a spring to complete the machine’s progressive carburetor linkage. Time to get back. We’ll get spring later.
Back home Tom assisted me my tidying my whole home fencing in. we added another hot wire out back to hopefully discourage a fence jumping cow. Then it was down the road we go. At Shop Tom and I had finally made ready the hoisting of the engine assembly to lift out/clear of the tub come a fresh tomorrow morning. Less than a couple hours we shall know what had happened to the clutch’s failure to disengage.
And the tire? Which one? All both of them patently wait their replacements: an 18.4 X 38 plus inner tube, and a 205 X 75 X 15 tubeless Tomorrow’s going to be another busy day.
And, on getting home, my presence having been absent I was outvoted the adoption s sweet little Dachshund girl. The sweet little thing, bonding with Frieda, unafraid the cats, still sniffing me out, and still sizing up a couple ladies munching away on the lawn around the house. Thus far neither lady has tried sitting and swinging in Frieda’s swing. Been a good day. BGKC.
Fernan
PS: Sorry! Pictures postponed again.

Another day

Correction, more than another day. It’s naturally another busy one down on the farm. I had already put in a half day before 10:00 AM. Saw Cows out, made mad dash trying to head off the Sixguys from their appointed planting rounds. That failed, however got a promise wagon’ll be loaded later, my coming back. Meanwhile I’m celling for help to round up the herd before they’ve made the woods and the neighbors beyond. Whew my headed out the first of the troops arrived. Keith, Cushman and I were off and running just as we approached the wood line, one could see it their faces, they knowing they were doing wrong. A yell, a slap of a plastic pipe on a rubber Cushman fender they turned and without any my hard nosed guidance they headed for home,…the sweet darlings, the mothers, daughters and sons. Then it running every fence in each and every direction I checked them making them secure. Never did find how they got out. There’s got to be at least one crafty one showing the rest how its don. Now, I got’s to get off and onto another day’s woik before lunch.
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Picking up Tom on my way to the shop, it was as usual his company made the shop a much brighter work area. On the way home Tom rode with me. Getting there, we picked up grain wagon our arriving in time to help load it, tarp it, take it for weight, load supplements and bag calcium chloride flakes, spot wagon’s new supply shelled corn in my farm yard, stow supplements, load broken salt feed out-a my barnyard, load calcium chloride keepings barrel, pick up idle traffic cones, and boogied on down the road for shop.
Tom and I with Bro and his loader’s assistance unloaded Ugly truck. Got up Bro’s tools delivering them to down driveway site blown tractor inner tube. Strung out power cord for tire ballast pump and set out the traffic cones blocking the driveway. (driveway blocked less like somebody driving over power corn shorting it out on the sharp driveway stone.)
Then it were time to move the clutch less 1850 into shop The JD backed out, parked across the drive way, Tom and I toted out the tractor to tractor tow bar. Why? It’s use is a whole lot easier than pushing one tractor another with a chain. The 1850 in shop it were time to delve into it. Bro’ set up along side the driveway scene sucking ballast from 2150’s flat tire he was out of our way in the shop. Tom and I were happier than if’en we been two chip monks sittin’ on top a winter’s stores of nuts in a hollowed tree.
Happy as to larks unrequited to sing for our supper we went to un-wrenching that tractor starting with shimming up front of cab a couple inches, removal sheet metal, heavy iron grill piece, radiator. It was about here surprises of surprises number two son showed with his three sons all of which I hadn’t seen for two years. This afternoon was about to come to an abrupt end. I had some family to see. My son smarter than I look looked up his mother first as a good son does. I passed my regrets onto my Bro’ and tom, leaving Tom my truck to drive home. Fillis showing up I rode home with her. Having shared a few bucks with Farley I had already sent him to the delicatessen as his mom wasn’t prepared for this menagerie even as small as this one was.
Pics tomorrow maybe. BGKC.
Fernan

philosophically speaking

Frieda said something the other evening what bothered me, sort of? “I enjoyed freedom for the first time my marrying you!” she’d said. “Before that, “Where you going? “Why do you want to go there? “You want to what? “You’re seeing who?” I had no idea she had experienced such callous environment. Had I only known I’d have put a tracking device on her right after the ceremony.
I can’t fathom such social constraints. When our union had become eminent I had trusted her with my car. My only concern was that car was in proper shape for her safety. Winter coming on I had it fitted with snow tires, it’s very first.
For what its worth we had three theoretically knock-down/soul-bashed quarrels the last one some fifty one years ago this year’s Labor Day weekend Friday night. Best part they had to be very important quarrels for neither one of us can remember what they were about? The best part we kept up initiating some little arguments for no other reason than for the lunar makeup sex! Fernan ;)
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Had a fair day today. No headaches. Three old packs have near become my constant companions. I can lean on two at a time, must lie down for three under me. Sure puts crimp in thoughts of old chasing Frieda around the house. Leaving that exercise in my mind that activity has even become to tiring just to remembering some the those old days. (pant, pant, pant)
Was miffed when preparing my palette for lunch Keith calls, “You’ve got to grind!” I objected, for grinding is a early morning chore when I’ve most my strength. Sheesh! These guys just don’t get it, at all! A few moments later Keith had found me a volunteer to move the elevators and tote the supplements. That act was most likely my day’s salvation. Tinkered with JD. Went to air up left drive on 2150 and valve stem broke cleanly off the inner tube. Just hunky dory. 5:00 PM Friday holiday weekend. Can’t order inner tube (n’tire) until Tuesday. Be lucky to get it (them) Wednesday.
Replaced flat tire & rim on feed wagon. Sand blasted some more JD access step parts. Found us near out of sand. What a revolting development that was. My use either one heavy duty sand blasters were out of commission.
Tomorrow. Start taking 2150 driver apart. Fix original feed wagon tire. Fill sand blasters and clean more parts. GET JD out of shop. Put the Shultz 1850 in for stuck clutch repair. The Ollie a three day job, I predict it will take at least a week. Now that I've propsed a one day work list, I think I'll take the next three days slowly. May even pop a top or two.

Fernan

And the "philosophically speaking" words on top? Most likely the wrong ones for a title "philosophically speaking." Next time...... BGKC.

Two unrelated Entries

My puter’s are jinxed
After the new one got up and left my abusive behavior Tuesday evening, I dug up the old love of my life ‘puter I had thrown over for the latest new one. I gave the old one everything I had given the new one apparently? All the cords the new machine had left behind (sniff) and I immediately got right into the old ones soul doing my best to erase old memories and start our association fresh. I brought out everything the old machine was accustomed to I played for it’s consumption off three of it’s favorite CD’s. Enter AOL and all the same old same ol’ same ol’ ; here come the very intrusive bull crap what had gummed up the new ‘puter. So, I may be not much better off than I was before?
Fernan

Philosophically Speaking
Frieda said something the other evening what bothered me, sort of? “I enjoyed freedom for the first time my marrying you!” she’d said. “Before that, “Where you going? “Why do you want to go there? “You want to what? “You’re seeing who?” I had no idea she had experienced such callous environment. Had I only known I’d have put a tracking device on her right after the ceremony.
I can’t fathom such social constraints. When our union had become eminent I had trusted her with my car. My only concern was that car was in proper shape for her safety. Winter coming on I had it fitted with snow tires, it’s very first.
For what its worth we had three theoretically knock-down/soul-bashed quarrels the last one some fifty one years ago this year’s Labor Day weekend Friday night. Best part they had to be very important quarrels for neither one of us can remember what they were about? The best part we kept up some little arguments for no other reason than for the absolutely lunar best makeup sex!
Fernan

5-20-o9 Der Oil Pump Woiks

Played with this apparatus today among other things.
It still needs a wee bit of mal adjustment.
And after an engineer swore up and down it couldn’t woik, it’ll woik for me!

Just a wee bit 5 lb. of air pressure emptied the five gallon bucket into a couple two-gallon jugs and a case of empty case plastic oil cans. At that I merely spilled all of about a couple table spoon’s full learning by mistakes.
I owe somebody a bit of credit for this but as sinsillity’s setting in so it’s damifIknow searchin’ me who it ought to be?
The whole assembly was made from either old, scraped, or both in odds and ends parts. The use of the cheap cabinet clamps was required to hold the lid on the bucket the new zip strip easy opener lids suck for keeping these lids on. A couple pieces plywood & four ready bolts (already laying around) in the corners to hold the top and bottom pcs together as a whole bucket vice.
Oil this was is a bit of a bargain, for the oil and a handy free bucket. The buckets handy for feed, tools, trash, water, catch basins and tractor exhaust covers. The sun beating them up, always in need new ones. These come cheap.
Oh yeah I may be in and out the house on a hit’n’miss basis, fields drying up, shop work piling up again. Haying’s about to start. Otherwise they’s isn’t much going on here.
Fernan

Catch up Notes

My missing in action last few days the new ‘puter had come down dangerously I’ll with some un-descript virus worming it way throughout the whole machine, and all in one evening. At this point it is questionable if my backups are even safe?
So my computer buddy came by last night and seeing the transmutable decease it had contracted. Now I’m on the old one firing it up evening late last having to start it with a thorough cleaning and scrubbing the hard drive. About all managed to reload last night was windows and AOL access to the net.
So here I set only capable of limited comunication until either this ol’ ‘puter is fully up and running or the new one decides to come back home. Sheesh, I was getting well used to Vista and XP is like going back to 65 year old modes of transportation running on vulcanized tires and inner tubes...
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So, here I go….
The cow whom I’ve let have the back yard, her mind so imprinted with the good notion she isn’t soused to be beyond the barnyard gate under any the usual circumstances, if she’s up by the house with her calf in tow, when she sees Ugly and me coming up the drive way she makes a beeline for the safety of her belonging in the barnyard. }:^))
Three weeks “Della” (cat) has been with us, last week we shorted her on vitals, thinking she’d eventually approach us for food. Didn’t happen. So we gave up that idea, my assuming if she’d loose to much weight by the time we saw her she’d be so invisibly thin we’d miss her debut.
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I’ve decided if cow does good job on the back yard, I’ll let her have the whole yard. Good deal for me really. I don’t have to cut the grass, for she’ll keep it cut back and fertilized to boot.
Thrfour weeks four days, Della makes an appearance for Frieda’s eyes only even to doing a couple figure eights about Frieda’s ankles. Then, when duffus cat saw me, she made another beeline for the basement, and I’m the one who brings the nourishment home???
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TV news, President talks the big three are going to make more fuel efficient cars 60 MPG/51 MPG.
G’s-o-peet, back in the seventies I was driving 1970 Chevy Suburban ½ ton fitted out with 307 CI. Chevy V8 Chevy engine, highest differential gears attainable, three on the tree, totally accessorized with power steering and brakes. Tires 6.50 X 16 monkey-ward’s 10% over inflated And, no trailer hitch. 23 MPG highway/ 18 MPG sity.
Again 1970’s, drove 1951 one ton home brewed 4X4 Chevy stake truck, 350 CI V8 engine, economy cam, heavy four speed on the floor, highest geared differentials gears obtainable, a stacked intake manifold, with vacuum drawn water vapor into the modified manifold. 9.00 X 17 military high pressured tires for solid ride. Had power steering and brakes. 17 MPG highway/ 8>10 MPG sity. Scaled weight just over 6000 lbs.
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It’s been a week or better since last smoke.
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Ice packs up and down my spine has become evening, night, morning ritual. Only way I can curtail monstrous headaches. I must be the only man who’ll back into a blizzard just to feel good, next winter?
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Four days without net and making urinal entry is almost as bad when Frieda leaves me and I worry’s whether she’s going to come back.
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Yesterday having to take Her Mostess to furrier….opps….foot doctor specialist, and run some errands including going by Sue’s twice. Last time Sue got all over me huggin’ and kissin’ and Frieda did nothing to protect me. E-Gads! What are women wives coming to?
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Dad continued on downhill I swear. Frieda had managed to downsize my favorite chair with a sheep skin sized doggy bed. Shish! Talk about some cramped sleeping! Now I’m wondering if’fen I’ll get out of that bed flea free? I don’t know how a man of my age has come to meet so many tasking trials all at once?
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One or two more lines. This computer isn't quite up and running smoothly. It's behavior is a genuine pain in the arse. So even onthis old one it could remain a hit and miss affair.
Another line... If anyone I've tried to get familiar with happens to read this, kindly E-mail me the roost net addy. Thank you.
Fernan

A stinking day…….

A stinking day……. Interruption here
Rained all the night I slept. And fine drizzling the daylight. I didn’t sunburned this AM. Spent a good two hours upon a large ice pack moving it up or down to cool off the hottest muscle in demand for relief at any given moment. Bang, bang. The strikes came to my left temple. Has had hit I was with some of them I’m wishing I had done something to have really earned them. Then I caved in, I simply had to have them, two Tylenol and a Valium. Out, out, I went, taking on the drizzle as if it were my own. I had to rig up some kind of fence for the cow in sick-bay. I had set my gate posts and started stringing my wire. Sitting on my can one of my favorite talents) setting the last wire insulator I’ve finally noticed something what looks like on of the calves with a big black dog tugging away at it. Oh Shyit! I come up to house grab my hog leg replacing the fly-swatter with a pistol and took to walking down the road, the loaded belt over my shoulder. The nearer I got the more the downed calf idea just didn’t look right to me. On reaching the site they was two deer. The big black dog had managed to pull an antlered buck out of the ditch. (hmm, what’s this suggest?). The big black dog having decided to keep his mouth shut over any details he might have contributed slinked off. Coward! Getting home I had a grand time finding somebody to talk with me about them deer‘s. When I had talked to enough people I was finally connected to this area’s CO. The CO asked, I related the suspicious details over the cell and The CO permitted me to either leave them or bury them. Two elements in mind, the noxious odor headed for my home in front of a prevailing wind. The other I’m not about to intentionally encourage coyotes hanging around. Finally caught up the farmyard fence finished some ready for the cow’s belly filling. Was time o swing the gates so’s ma cow may wander out to where her vitals were.
Lunch out of the way I’m called to the other end. The burials will have wait until tomorrow. Oh well, I’ll see what tomorrow brings when I’ve caught up today’s work hopefully.
Interruption over ……this day started out with two deer dumped out front my otherwise happy home. Well, That’s what Frieda’s been telling me for years, (the happy home part).
Shucks, I don’t remember what details I had all happened the rest of this day? Only sure was tired maybe even a bit wrung out the beatings I’ve repeatedly taken the striking caused headaches. I’ve said enough. I want early to bed tonight to escape the infernal pain, pray let me sleep though it tonight. BGKC.
Fernan

My headache & backache relationships

I’ve written something either like or close to this on other recent occasions trying to explain my lightening striking headaches. The headaches came on me eight months ago with a vengeance, I was hospitalized twice for observation I had had two Kats-scan without and another a couple/three hours later with the radium active isotopes. No answerers were found. I was referred to two neurologists. The first one examining my head came right out and told me I had absolutely nothing in it. He could have put that statement another way. The second neurologist, very pretty lady, very young, the idea she were just out of school she may have some new ideas as to my spiking headache problems. She was of no help.
I must regress for a moment. Just before I had starting getting clobbered over my upper left temple angling upward across the left eyebrows outer end. The impressionable fictitious club of choice, was either a hard edged Douglas fir 2”x4” or well turned and polished hickory baseball bat. I had seen my cardiologist. He prescribed a couple three additional medications for my use. And as time would have so had the first neurologist. Adding all these medication up on the ones my first and original care giver had prescribed my medical carrying case was over flowing. Add more medications from my eye Doctor and now that I have gotten this far I’m sure I’ve forgotten some more.
One pretty fall day Frieda having to see our doctor I took her, Doc looked after Frieda as he was supposed to do and turned to me. It wasn’t my appointment but evidently he didn’t like my looks, eyes watered and occasional tear running down my cheek. His day running slow, so many people out of work avoiding medical care the had not the money for they were going without. Doc started checking medications out. Med box by chance in Ugly I went outside retrieving it. Doc dove into my med box as if he were a long distance Olympic swimmer. Holy Heavens to Mergatroid. He was cutting off this, off that, taking this one away, deny me use that one until he had approved it again. He’d called my druggist and conferred with him at lest twice. Between them my medications were reduced by half. Doc had suggested I was medically overdosed. Doing this there was no head ache relief. Weeks went by, then months. I walked in, one day, desperate enough to ask for University Of Michigan Medical Hospital referral. T was told, “Just Go.” which after contacting Bro’ we were off. “Merely check into the Emergency room, and you’ll be seen and taken care of.
While my medical records were copied I also had copied my previous three months medications made. We were off. Hospital arrival everybody I saw or they saw me was as interested in my headaches as I was. They were delighted I had also brought along both the MRI’s and the MRA reports. They wished everybody would do this. They made copies and gave me back my originals. I was going to be seen again by appointment.
Must have been almost two months before next appointment. My appointment was booked into the Neurology department. There I was seen by a very impressive Doctor we must have spent two hours talking over my physical/emotional/medical/work history/many segments of my life. When we had finished he knew what my problem was without anymore pictures/x-rays. The man was brilliant. Putting together my lifestyle, the way I had lived and worked, past injuries and the roles they played with my anatomy. Little could be done for me. But we had a cause. This was determined in that area of my brain experiencing the pain m body suffers. It boils down to this….the cartilage between my vertebra has been crushed to 1/3 the original thickness. Also upon the top and bottom outsides my bones (vertebra) have grown on them spurs. Actually looking and feeling like a dragons stair-stepping my spine. When these spurs interfere with one another signils are sent to my brain, my brain in turn sending messages to the muscles in the adjoining areas and respond. But doing little to really help they over do-it becoming inflamed, inflamed they’re spasmodic and these signals traveling just outside yet along side my spine passing through my neck all the activities seemingly happening at precisely the same time this deplorable activity in my back sends the painful signals what become the experienced striking head aches.
No cure for a worn out spine, their may be some relief giving up lifting, using great amounts of ice upon the muscle spasms to reduce the inflammation (the pain) in my back. Additional help is gained though massage to break down the knots developed in the muscles. Pain medication may be taken as needed, drawback here pain medications destroy this or that organ dependent upon the reliever’s ingredients. There’s no fixing, winning for loosing. This is it, as best I may deliver the causes, problems, and treatment. Current pains from over doing it last three days.
Fernan

Give a neighbor an opportunity to help.

Oh no! Don’t Pow, Pee Pee La Phew!!
These guys are of such good service to us it's not appreciated until you let them. Might say they are like children. Don't all children have to have guidance and leadership? So it is with or pets and visiting lesser souls.
Got to tell two of these guys I've come to be on a first name basis with. I've had them mistakenly (Thankfully!) trap themselves in live traps. Going about doing my morning chores down in the barn moving slowly, talking softly, looking them in the eye for a spell I had calmed and kept them calmed their knowing held no ill well towards me. Then when I eventually approached them (Twice each two these animals) I picked up the trap and loaded them onto Ugly. Now Ugly's no easy ride and if I had ever given one of these guys a reason for the yellow squirts it didn't happen. That was a bumpity bump ride if ever there was one, each ride each time, each varmint.
Once a field with destination in mind been decided, when we had arrived, the desired location upon my part, I talked softly as I move slowly opening the tailgate. At a level sure enough at the right level for a head shot (mine) I picked up those traps (one in turn over the months) and set it upon an ant hill for the day. Then returned late evening to set the varmint free. Splitting fast they were gone in a flash. They each likely knew where they could get a cold drink....
Bottom line, After I had steered one of these guys to a strong, well developed, appetizing (to a skunk) ant hill, we mutually benefited our association. Come haying time I was no longer bothered by that (each and every disposed of ant hill) plugging my mower-conditioner. I had no more need to load myself down, even further, down on my kneess to dig the loaded ant infested mower ingested sand pile out off the mower’s table to once more continue on my harvest.
Do as you ill will. Think first can I use this varmint to my advantage? Skunks are also a big help digging up the grubs what infest the roots of your lawn. Ya know, all those surfacing tunnels criss-crossing your yard. Eliminate the grubs (a skunk delicacy) and the starving gophers either starve to death or move away. But don't listen to me. You do your ill will. It's no never mind to me how you treat a potentially helpful neighbor.
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What a night on and off ice a most night long. Just a little late getting up my nose meeting an odd smell? What was it? We been attacked by chemical warfare? I’ve forgotten what smell it might have been coming to my nose. But in reality it was an infant’s handy wipe’s use. Thanks, Frieda. Shutting ‘puter down, trying to dress my shoes in hand bending to take a seat other end of couch I’m met with a menacing new malady, gas warfare. OMG it was terrible even a gas mask couldn’t filter this out using a whole frieght car load of charcoal. My eyes smarting, choking on my own breath my only safe retreat was out my own home’s front door. Opening it even the cats what had taken up positions out side my door were repelled backwards clean off the deck.
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Out and about, I’m not feeling any better. This is the pits. Still my duties must be carried out. I grained cow, fed cats, went church with clothing donation getting paid in a coffee and donut (Alright!), picked up empty feed wagon, went elevator for supplements, come home an got under more ice. Lightening headache strikes continue picking up. (grr) Lunch???? Got to get out and grind away, what may. But it was going to be lunch first.
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Thank Goodness, me home’s airs had cleared and were a much sweeter smell compared to the scents I had gladly left behind earlier.
Grain ground, a tea break before the delivery of the goods, I got underway. On other end, little was done for honest productivity. Dug out needed parts, put others away. Moved repaired halters up to barn brought bulls feed down from the barn. Get it? Did fast check on the ladies. Caught one outside the perimeter. My trying to get her back on proper side of fence that big old girl showed me the most graceful jump over a four foot fence. I’d not have believed if I hadn’t seen it. BGKC.
Fernan

A two athletic bull feeder Part Two

Having a wee bit trouble with this feeder not being where I had left it the time before, I got disgusted having to single handedly walk in to that area of massive amounts of testosterone (couple tons) time after time to reset that enameled steel feeder along side the perimeter’s fence feeding after feeding after feeding!

As the official referee I called a time out. As the umpire I called the game. I’d come this far as the arbiter I fixed it so these big boys could no longer play soccer with an imaginative field goal ball…..puck…..whatever…….

……..adding, I wired it to two freshly driven fence posts along side a cattle panel also marking the perimeter the bulls pen fenced in space. Hehehehe The sphere and once portable goal’s fasten down. An electric wire just over the feeder at their eye level like, should one or both decide to give that feeder a rearranging lift, it could be a stimulating emotional experience.
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Saw Stinky today
Seeing this black and white striped wobbled arsed stinker I’m thinking it like the character who’s stunk up the barn twice within the last couple weeks. Whew! Put on your gas masks neighbors for there’s bit of a yellow hue in the air down around the barn.

Oh yeah, could you kindly milk the cow for me. While your down there don’t be moving any to fast. Ya don’t want to be exciting the varmint should it be around down there. And while your down to the barn doing that milking for me, I’ll check out the readiness of the raw milk pasteurizer for use when you get back up to the house.
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As long as I’m looking after my own, I may just as well as watch a friend’s baby as well.
The fields beyond right were where the ladies and their own weren't supposed to be this forenoon. We came to terms with a deal.

Neither on of these calves tagged. Mom’s ID’s so hard to see. I’m glad I’m being left out of the tattoo, tagging and weighing calves anymore. The activity raises more and more all kinds of hell in my forearms and biceps. Must be my muscle bound figure.

Another shot, this one down the old RR bed. When all the leaves are out, a canopy of leaves over the lane, I like bringing Her Mostess out this way for our private little Cushman drives. That Cushman sure knows how to keep a secret!!!!!
Fernan

Storm Watch

TV and radio and them battery backed up weather radios announcements, “We’re under a thunderstorm watch.” Whooppee, Just what I want to do at three in the morning, get up and watch a thunderstorm. At Four I had to get up and find me back an icy cold compress. I slept on that till seven, and sat back to it until nine after sunup. Late out of the house water every where even up on the backs of the driveway’s crossing’s creek I so no purpose in bringing the Cushman out for any embarrassments encounter. Out the barnyard lane I find wire down. Might just as well as fixed it then as to later. It was also coming and going this man had to watch walking toads and frogs abounding everywhere under foot. Did that and again headed out to go up the RR-right-of-way. Further out the lane on foot again, Holy crap, I saw the cows were out. This fact I could see through a couple bushes. It pays to have some white or light colored cows easily seen under any circumstance, day or particularly night.
Oh crapola, Cows out ain’t no repeated time to push these ladies on foot. This looked like the making’s a heart attack situation if there ever was one. I returned to barn to bring the Cushman out into play. Like a hole shot we were off and running out and around the barn trying as I might to run the highest driest course I could logically remember. Sheesh there’s sure more than enough standing water to make a whole school of tadpoles happy.
Fortunate It/I was the herd was all together their having not wandered any further than the duck pond pasture. Well Shucks, these coinsures of good pasture knew good grass when they was on it. Into the pasture just to point only a half dozen ladies or less just being beyond the flood lands of the Foxfire Creek the Cushman took me over the earthen bridge where beyond I encouraged these few ladies to return from hence they had come. The ladies kept me busy all my morning long.
This very afternoon Tom helping me we put the upholstered roof on the JD’s Ansil Cab. Found when trying to hook up the JD six bottom to the Ollie that JD plow doesn’t necessarily work on an Oliver tractor. Bummer. I think JD has intentionally manufactured tools unworkable with many other manufactured tractors. Just one of JD’s short comings.
This about took care of my day. End Part one. BGKC.

Questionable Dirty Deeds?

The Rustler’s saga continued.
Sheesh! Will there ever come an end to this story? One solution, I could quit writing about it, but it continues to remain so juicy. Head down the road after lunch, crossing Vassar Rd. not even making it a couple hundred feet Ugly shut down. Crapola, I knew it in an instant, I’d just run out of gasoline, So what the heck, I let Ugly coast. Coasting Ugly did came to rest right at the very scene of last weeks rustling site. Rummaging around the cargo box I found gasoline in two of three gas cans. What I didn’t have was a funnel, but I did have a couple spouts. While fueling coming from the last house I passed came a gentleman offering me a couple gallon gas to get me where I could refuel. This man a good neighbor my not knowing his profession, Mr. and Mrs. Smith come out their house, Smith hollers, “Watch him Mack! You are standing next to a horse thief.” Mack smiles having no idea Smith’s reference. So, while I’m tipping my first gas can I start telling him the story finishing emptying the second can. He found it quite funny and agreed she needn’t want to call the police next time. Finally parts of two cans emptied in to Ugly, a shot down Ugly’s throat Ugly started. Mark and I finally introduce ourselves shake hands and asking him his work, he’s said, “I’m a County Deputy Sheriff!”
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FDA’s on top thing’s?
I think the FDA has gotten their bowling balls crossed. They’s going after Cheerio’s suggesting one of General Mills claims Cheerio’s a medical medication effective to reducing heard disease cholesterol.
I want to protest the FDA picking on a cereal that has been very effective reducing my bad cholesterol along with consuming rolled oats cereal and oat meal bread.
Personally, if a simple cereal box suggestion gets people thinking, so be it. So I thank Quaker’s rolled oats, Pepperidge Farm’s Soft Oat bread, and General Mills Cheerio’s for all their helping’s reducing my cholesterol. And Frieda’s as well.
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Pockets and balances?
Frieda’s Chattering away about men’s pockets over filled throwing some men off balance. I told her my first seeing her my middle pocket filled, I was thrown off balance…….. Frieda watching over my shoulder was either laying or hatching an egg!
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Darn it, this woman, if she don’t shut up I ain’t ever going to get out of this house. She spoke something about getting down to the barn and trying my rowing machine out. I told her the most difficult part about riding it was getting it started. I told her she’d have do some pushing with her feet upon a couple peddles while puling the handles back, While getting myself into a demonstrating mode. This recliner had never seen this kind of action until today. Frieda watching with interest, I told her, “That machine will do one of two things for you. It’ll either trim your belly down or add new wrinkles to it!”
Damed if this woman ain’t been easy to entertain for over fifty years. Darn it, I got to get out of this house before she get’s me going on something else. I’ve never gotten any right all these years either. She’s what keeps my heart young. AM morning BYYEEE!
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HeLLOW. I’m back….PM time.
I did some material razor cutting, scissoring the finished cut. All this after I took to checking out all the saved upholstery foam padding insulation from the last tractor cab silencing upholstering. Opp’s I had found something just quite not right to me. After some handy capped thought and trying a couple patterns I had made way back when, I found them to fit the current cab project. This brought to my mind wondering which foam backed vinyl, the patterns were made for, thick or thin foamed material. It was sure enough I had started out with the wrong material for ceiling’s use. Every thing measured three times including lay out until I was satisfied I was getting and doing it right I finished the cuts. Just in time for Bro’ to come along and save the day. (snicker) Satisfied with fitted piece, Bro’ sprays the contact cement over the tractor cab’s ceiling. A few moments wait until accepting surface was tacky. When ready we laid in the one inched foamed vinyl. The ceiling was finished. It was more than time passed for lunch. Lunch it was. I ate and knowing I had nothing to feed the ladies, it were time to turn them out on some contrived RR right-of-way pasturage. It was a bit cool, threatening smelled rain in the air. Yet onward I trod. I moved one gate laid out triangularly closing the east barnyard pasture opening the lane to three pastures on the back 80. I started calling the ladies, “Come Boss. Come Boss! “ to no avail. Bovines can be so cussed lazy they’ll refuse coming or going anyplace they’ll not get something for even a simple walk. On lane’s end, I unwind close one gate, wind up open another, while continuing calling, “Come Boss!” Whilst they’ve ventured only as close from the west barnyard pasture, they’re listening with perked interest. About time all’s taken care of at lane’s end here’s come the rains. Nothing like my getting all wet for a bunch of stubborn ladies and with offspring all wrapped up in fur coats. Back to the barnyard proper they still aren’t buying new grass opened up for them. I walk at them turn and scury right back from where I’d enn to show them no hot wire, twice. One hairy brained Ladie comes forward right up to the eaten line she’d come to, then turned back. Dam, dam, dam, I walk into the lane and back out, in and out. Finally the same comes closer looking like she’s sniffing at the air for the wire. Only the wire ain’t there. She takes another step. The table fare before her she she starts grazing. Nothing wrong with the rest of the mob, they’ve finally figured it out, Well at least one or two leaders, and the rest of them drafted right along so they don’t miss nothing involving a good feed. I was near standing in the middle of a stampede. Within the boundaries of the lane they’ve stopped. It’s in their heads This grass is about as good as it gets. I’ve won. Late afternoon with rain in my face, my back wet, it’s late, to late for anymore shop fun Frieda had commanded a few things. To keep her happy, my body nourished, I go over the Crossroads, shop and head back doing far end’s chores what’s mine. Give calf half bottle soy milk. Cut me some ropes. Be time I head home. Having called the Loop I was making one more BYOB stop. There I witnessed Loop taking photo shots some humming birds, plus three/four more birds at her feeders. It was a good picturesque stop. Here I took my rattlers to be on time for a change and left. I still had my groceries, ropes, and empty jugs to carry in between rain drops. Got one more thing to do, Laundry! BGKC.
Fernan

What is it? A Boy or Girl?

Gosh Darn It, I'm not only getting tired hearin' the Dumb Arsed weather reports and their predictions responsibility wearing me out, no sh!t, collectively.
I'm beginning to feel sorry for myself all the Bull Crap that Mother's Day plant I brought home is causing me. Ever since she’d discovered it on the front porch it's been, "Better bring my plant in. It's too windy for it out there!"
"Yes Dear."
or, "Better take it outside. It needs some sun to warm it up. Besides, it's an outside plant!"
"Yes Dear."
Or, “You’ve got to bring my plant in from outside. It might get cold and freeze outside!”
“Yes Dear!” This dialog repeated two days.
Or, I’m waiting for this one, “You’d better take………”
Me and my accepting the standard suggestion, “You got to get a gift for her Mother’s Day!” I want to know who was the silly Arse who thought this one up? I’ve been perfectly happy writing her a few words. I could have silently BS’ed her again and everybody would have been happy. Especially me. I wouldn’t be straining my back carrying that damed plant in and out of the house. I could have avoided the opening the door for it and holding the door for its passing either way coming or going. Its getting such grand treatment my being the duffus treating it like a Lady. I should have given it a decent burial First Day, a head stone also should it have died saving it a painful death of another kind. Becoming daily walked in and outside the house like a dog, at least I’ve been lucky enough it ain’t crapped on the floor, yet. Think about it, it ain’t got legs, so it’ll always need assistance which ever way Clink shall want it to go. A bleeding heart plant my arse!!!!!
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Two weeks four days it has been since Della” the cat has moved in with us. She continues unseen save for Frieda’s brief glimpse her beeline from her travel packaged door for the basement. Progress thus far coaxing her into the light of day, she’s sneakily eating food offered her in the kitchen and coming up to use her sand box.
Latest development, This morning, Frieda’s perhaps carried on a meaningful meowed exchanged conversation with a bashful Della still to shy to make an nervous personal feline appearance. Well, at least some more progress has been made of some preliminary conditions still unsettled by the Della.
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As we speak I'm already planning an near above ground funeral for that carnsarned plant’s burial in a shallow grave. For markers I think I shall use a couple a smooth surfaced orange colored electric fence posts.
From here it could have been a totally shocking incident had I been hard heartened. It is here the shine on my character shall put a new lease upon a Mexican drag line I'll actually come to use finishing the job I've able-bodily avoided every day until now...
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Struck with headaches early on I managed to ignore them until about dinner time. Frieda always insisting I eat, odds on the pain will subside and go away. I ate and fell asleep, with absolutely no intention of doing so. That sleeping for about two hours, I a-woke feeling much better than I had pulling into my driveway. The most wonderful thing about sleep is its an easy escape for most pain experiences. To bring it under control I’ve possibly taken eight Tylenol. Whew, I don’t think I can keep this up for ever. For while I’m exceptionally eating good avoiding 90% of the things I like plainly tasting good It’s a drag finding good tasting alternatives. Even so, I slip off the nutrition wagon for occasionally I’ve got to have it. Receiving meals on wheels, asked my illnesses, my medications, they still send me all those foods what are counter productive to my surviving the medications I must take to stay alive. Some foods in themselves can be detrimental to a body’s internal organs functions. It continues to amaze me why do all these health specialists , Doctors I’m thinking included (specially when having four doctors the all additionally duplicate the first doctors medications, eventually I was medically over loaded. My primary care giver, one slow rainy day set down with me and discovered my medication overloads. That was one Hell of a trip being brought down off all those pharmacist’s compounds. The only Doctor who went down the whole list of my medications given was the University of Michigan Medical Center. I found a most useful document was the one my druggist printed out for me my last four months medication list. This getting boringly out of I’ll quit for now, and with pleasure.
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What’s journal used for? The recording the events that made the writers day. Damn it, I can’t think of single accomplishment for my whole day’s existence. The very least I may come up with includes my overall poking into this’n’that mini looking into a number of projects.
Oh. the Hell with it. I’m closing my journal for tonight and fing a good movie to snooze through. Any suggestions? BGKC.
Ohh!.I remember at least one. One important wee project was fastening down the recycled bath tub feeder in the second bulls pen. We did it, my twice forgetting to find a hotwire (electric) stand off to help make the feeder more easily assessable to the big animals.
Fernan

Some late breaking farm pictures

Late pasture bulletin: cow 873 had a beautiful calf early afternoon today. That calf is up and motating all ready. To fast for me to catch today. Now, had it been yesterday that might have been different tail. BGKC.
And you thought its all fun and games. I just had to stop and enjoy the wild violets.

Another bloom a flower on a tree. A dogwood maybe? I should make it come back home with me later for a fall transplant.

This last picture Taken this afternoon. The Ladies are behind a live wire keeping a very close eye upon me. When I’m out with the Cushman they do keep a very close eye on me, as we get further into the season when the Cushman and I are out they‘s close to eating some taller sweet grass.. So close was some tired of waiting for me and laid down leaving one or two standing to make a bee line for me should I look as if I were about to open some better eating to them. A suspicious opportunist lot they are!

So this it for another day. Really BGKC.
Fernan

busy day

Was a busier day than I had anticipated, home my forth stop of the morning. My day had started waking up between 3&4 this AM. I started my work day list of all place imaginable, my mind. Particularly short time memory loss.
With Tom’s help he moved a couple over looked brush piles on my part. Me, I managed to run a couple fences just off the barnyard to take in part of the RR right-of-way for pasture near home; and, checked more RR right-a-way further out towards the duck pond a second fresher pasture offering.
Last two items I had on my list for here; one, we finally got the last dry hay bale out of the hay-yard for yet a bit more pasture up until we start baling, rapping and hay storage. The second even temporary pasturage had one more obstacle. Had to and did just that borrowed a seven year old lawn tractor battery still stored away. No time for lawn tractors, the haying equipment comes first. And this piece of equipment is a tough runner and just as tough to hook up. It must have its own hydraulics working pickup the wrapper truck or tractor tow. Have got to say Ugly’s tough enough it wasn’t dragging its rear……bumper moving this machine out and right on down the road.
Machines ready to move I had two toasted peanut butter sandwiches and a glass of milk, my favorite drink. And we were off. Tom buggied on down the road as it needed the ignition coils mounting bracket removed and welded.
Afternoon accomplishments: Cushman miner repair handled, Two last aging bovine halter’s fixed. One of them stupid sidewall lacking width tires remover from a so called new and improved 16” aluminum wheel. I get these wheels and tires fixed will have to lock them up. Whether in pieces or assembled these rims and tires are worth a fortune. Hit one good chuck hole they’s become real expensive. I simply don’t know where engineers brains evaporated to.
I’d forgotten a couple them short term mentally lost things to do: first one was I had wanted to drive a couple “T” posts. Then use number 14 gauge wire to tie a (bathtub) feeder to those posts, so’s the bulls can’t turn it over PLUS if done correctly should the tub be lifted just right and connects with a hot wire passing over the tub, a bull may receive a deciding jolt to leave that tub alone here on out. };^)
Fernan

More 5-10-o9 Mother’s day

Sorry Mom it’s just another day down on the farm. Baled hay about to run out. Seeing all the ladies a-way out yonder, it was a decidedly good day to take steps to prepare a couple out land pasturing areas for making the Ladies happy along about Wednesday or Thursday. Simple enough right? Wrong-O! The simplicity of my idea was to merely quickly run in and out of the hay-yard twice removing two dry bales for us later on. Okay, I’m in the yard back twice towards the first bale carefully as not to ruin the haylage end cap. Fine and dandy, I picked up the bale and tractor engine sputtered and died. Shuck’s it were out of fuel. I walk out, grab truck, and I’m on the road again for five five-gallon cans diesel fuel. Along the way I’ve picked up Terry to help me through the gates. Returning, if I hadn’t had Terry’s help I’m more than sure I’d been hard pressed by the ladies. The 1850 tank filled five cans full enough it’s fuel level well above the diesel injector distributor I walked away. Six hours later tractor started as if asking, "What was all the fuss about?" No figuring, I screwed up, it was tractor's fault. It should have (my dreaming) gone further.
Why’d tractor start? Because I had noted, upon replacing 1850’s fuel filters, make sure all fuel line fittings are tight, and walk away for the night. I did this walk away routine for six hours today.
Bean soup for lunch, afterward I took to fixing a long time building a pile bovine halters. I think I salvaged at least ten. That is a bit of change saved in spite the fact I had been the individual who’d originally made them over the years. I do need to make some new ones. But the last spool of rope has thus far been a total halter making disappointment material. Having gotten it, we’re stuck with it, perhaps I’ll find the magic touch one of these day’s and note I had been trying making them the wrong way.
Unable to finish here (this) I laid down…….ZZZZZZZ I’m back 3:25 AM. Gosh it were somewhere around 9:00 PM I was literally snoozing off in the middle of a word’s spelling. It had become ridiculous fighting the sleep my mind and body so badly wanted to slip into. I’m feeing so childish, only difference I moved from chair to bed and I was so out I don’t even remember the move. So here I sit for a few moments having found this one eyed beast still fired up and it’s teasing ready to go. Only I’m not interested in going anywhere. So I’ll play this silly game for a few moments sure the desire for more sleep will over take me. ‘Tis good I suppose to wakeup occasionally, coming to my mind a way to take up the slack in my home made halter’s back splices. I may have to resort to crimping short pieces electrical conduit here and there say one to hold the grip of the back spliced loop what’s supposed to hold reasonably tight that part of the rope halter tight under the critters chin. The other upon the open end of the lead that comes apart when an animal takes it his mind and mouth to suck on it. Sheesh!
As I need to make whole bunch of new halters, if there’s an interest in how to make rope halters I could picture the individually and then all together. Even including application of a ferrule. Limits on some boards restricting the number of pictures posted, I’m thinking I shall finally have figure out how to make an on line photo album. This could even work well with some of my other projects
Hey, I had an interesting visit. A retired couple came by the farm today to a-sure their yearly order for three weaned steers this coming fall. It was a good encounter swapping animal stories. BGKC
Fernan

Happy Mother's day Mom's'

She’s got a secret admirer
Now that she’s got it, she’s telling me where to put it.
Meanwhile, I ever figure out whatever possess him, I’ll be talking to myself.

Speaking of composting.....

.....some time back. since then we've composted some cow bodies. Here the site they were taken a buried in manure.

Looking closely the white objects are cow bones only remaining at this time. Supposed to be if we recirculate the bones they will eventually break down. I know I'm late bringing this topic of interest back up again. When I should have taken pictures months ago, either I had left the camera home or the batteries were dead twice, the light had faded making the light unacceptable, plus I had forgotten many more times than I can remember to even snap one in passing. The gray mounds are woodstove ashes.
Fernan

Making Do

Continuing to horse around so to speak I found a novel way to put an ice pack right where I want it in the form a imaginary saddlebag. I put the ice pack in the bag, lower it down my back and at just the right height it has two straps cross around my throat and fasten behind my neck. It ain’t pretty, a little out of the ornery but it works. I might have over done it wearing for three hours for it felt so good.
The day somewhat drippy I managed to check a couple spring fences. Won’t be long they’ll be summer fences, and so on. {:^)
Myself innocently enough caught up with it didn’t take whole lot of coursing to talk me into a shopping trip. Sitting 80% of the time what overloading exertion could I possibly get into. It all started with the price of a replacement JD pin JD valued at $140,00.

The needed pin in the foreground we found a one and an eighth inch hitch pin and a couple category two to category three bushings, all for the adsorbent-net price of $14.00. A little weld and a whole either enlarged or bored new, these parts 90% off. We’ll see what happens?
The rest of the evening just idled along, did chores and was happy getting home at a reasonably early 8:30 hour.
Frieda had said, ”Hello. Good Night.”
BGKC
Fernan

Life goes on.

Cow/calf count numbers remain the same here.
My headache is back liken Cashes Clay had modified my eye sight. I knew I should have ducked even in my sleep.
It’s sunny here today, the barometer continues to rise, slept upon an icepack all night long. My floppy hat over my head to protect my tender ears from overhearing anything I shouldn’t. Gloves on my hands to protect all them Lilly white calluses I worked so long and haven’ pretended so hard to get.
I been show and telling everybody, I could corner, into listening to me my story making trade found broken breaker bar for new. ‘Twas highlight my whole evening.
Yet I just keep carrying on. (grin)
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Remembering a time long ago and far far-away the very best of the high school Christmas Balls and Proms was after I had luckily graduated (but that’s another story). Roughly three weeks after our marriage I conceived a marvelous idea. A dandy at that if I could pull it off? And, even if I brought it in in second place!
Christmas was over, New Years was coming up And the school gym was being transformed into a made over young peoples one evening’s nightclub. The current high school Senior class was already making preparations for their grand party contribution of their last has-been’s year.
The very evening of their celebration I had my best girl attire herself in her wedding outfit, I cloaked her, and setting out into that evening’s snow covered yards, walks and streets, I escorted MY lovely lady on foot to the doors not even two blocks away at most. There, I opened the door for her entry the foyer, as well the inner lobby door to be met by and well greeted by Mr. Jessup* and Miss Holmes. It had to have been an accounting worth noting to see former students (us) hand shakings and hugs what had transpire in that lobby that evening. Ourselves as I had planned, not wishing to take away any youngster’s thunder, we arrived late. Evidently not late enough. When I had asked if we could pass upstairs and watch the festivities from (ahem) the gym’s balcony seats for awhile, this proposal was ecstatically denied us. More teachers joining us passing along congratulations and best wishes the both of us, they had known us, Frieda dropping out of school’s tenth grade, myself having just slipped through the doors on my BS-ed scholastic prowess. We were by numbered committees denied access the balcony seats. We were instead instructed (a teacher’s habit) to take our places upon the dance floor as chaperones. Frieda was thrilled and I had been near dumbfounded by so many my/our past teacher’s kindnesses. I shan’t forget them as long as I live.

*Mr. Jessup….For all the years I had ever seen him in those school halls or classrooms he had had the stiffest stone face repeatedly unimagined. Yet that evening his meeting us he giving Frieda a grand hug, clasped my hand in both of his, he near shook my arm off. All that time he beamed a smile that would have put the outshined Coast Guard lighthouse way out on the city’s south pier to shame.
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Vicks is not only for colds.
Her nose Vick'ed they've been together six hours. The Lady's right quarters had been nursed. Calf is getting milk. Cow hasn't killed the calf. Could be the Vicks in the nose worked its bonding magic. What the Lady couldn't smell she wasn't so sure she could reject. By the time the lady gets her sense of smell back she'll have growing doses the new calf's scent. And, we'll have two happy critters.
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I had company when I fed the bulls tonight. Colorful little creature isn’t it. As fat as it appeared it could either be a very expectant a live barer or had recently been well fed.

Kind-a made me nervous its keeping an eye on me, taking notes maybe? Wonder who it was working for? BGKC.
Fernan

Memorial remembrances

Weird, I've noticed…with Michigan in such bad financial shape auto companies having cut way back their TV advertising dollars. Taking their TV spots are the undertakers advertising more economical deals on waterproof steel caskets.
Seems, if you have got to go. Seems it continues you can get a much better deal these days getting a discounted last ride there?
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“Yesterday”*
I was day dreaming a loud (via the written word in this case). I'd have to have a bit more my younger days health back than I've got left in me these wintering days I've left. Used to have such adventures. They were the absolute best. I used to voluntarily work beside a lot of nice folk to get their work done faster so we could all sit down sooner to swap stories, importantly have more time for eaten, coffee swilling, homemade apple pie. (here I go again), and a Bush beer now and then. Wish I could take such another drive but I've waited to long: eyesight dimming, reflexes slowing, and worse yet a calamity, me, running short the talent to talk myself out of any to many more slow moving traffic tickets.
Truth looking over the hay fields, listening to the grasses grow, I’m hearing even immediately bothersome potential hay bales developments if its safe I chauffeur them short distances.
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*“Yesterday” A, Beatles, song I’ve been ruining more and more under my breath lately…..(I do enjoy laughing at myself even).
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Sadly I think I’ve seen a occasional friend (I haven’t seen him nearly enough) suffering the first troughs’ of Alzheimer’s. It doesn’t help any seeing his wife is also dealing with changes in her daughters current places in their lives.
As disgusted I see us become from time to time living this aging process, I see us blessed over what could be worse.
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On Della:
Ten days into cat Della’s moving in Frieda’s had a short glimpse of the shy bone headed cat day before yesterday and a bit longer glimpse of her yesterday. Frieda having gotten disgusted with Della‘s sneaking up to devoir what’s been placed in the food and water dish, Frieda‘s mentioned, “I’ve drastically reduced what I’m putting in her food dish. I’m hoping she’ll come out asking to be fed…” Frieda adding, “…if Della don’t die first.”
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And other things:
Oh my, stepping out of the house at an reasonable early morning hour making it a truthful statement the humidity was thick enough to dip with a spoon. Calf was ready for me, cow in sick bay was late joining me for assistance when she likely thought I was going behind her back to deliver her morning corn ration, cats fed without the usual calf feeding assistance it were a pleasant early morning start.
Down the road I received two invitations. First to look at a constipated calf. I suggested a high colonic and castor oil. This was dismissed until Bro’ called the vet. The vet had prescribed an enema. There was nothing to loose either way!
Weather expected to deteriorate I was Crossroads invited for coffee out. While there I visited drug store for a larger reusable hot/cold pack. Opening the package the contents falling out held a vinyl enclosed fluid and an additional strappy looking thing Frieda suggested was a thong. Whether’s a late night fashion show merely remained an idea for the moment. What the way the old lady hoots/hollers, stomps her feet, wildly waving her arms about, just some of her crazy carrying’s on, I don’t know yet? I’m glad most our neighbor are a quarter mile or more away. Could be, when I’m good, I’m really good! Chippendales‘! Eat your hearts out!
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What Herr Clink had asked of me for over two hours I had speedily brought in some kindling for her fire starting efforts. This task about to take place . I ducked out the door to tend to some most interesting and very important matters not as yet thought up.
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Things caught up, so to speak, we thought we’d haul hay. This involved loading JCB on implement trailer and my dragin a couple wagons. One I had already taken evening last. Using five wagons we could load on them eleven bales that were ours.
Hay wagons loaded before loading JCB for trip home we pulled umpteen fence posts for another neighbor. Posts up and out we took to the road for Bro’s home my lead lest a lopsided bale falls off. Just thinking about my going home, Handy calls, he needs ride to the mall for his son’s Birthday and an ordered cake from the Crossroads supermarket’s delicatessen. While Handy was in the mall, I cut across the main drag for ”Home-De-Pote” to trade a broken Husky breaker bar in for/on a lifetime guarantee.
I suppose there’s more thoughts missing. Tough! When I had come in at 8:30 PM having just finished my chores I was also loosing my equilibrium. Plus meeting heat put out by the parlor stove had me unwillingly wanting sleep. Supper eaten I’ve simply got to lie down. BGKC.
Fernan
PS: Day four, my wild wrest horses adventure has now deemed me a rustler.

How about this....

....written Day for Date
Holy smokems, I was given the task to grind feed today. Did that. Plus given bulls chores. I was whoopee ecstatic all day.
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Keith and his bride of 20 yrs went Las Vegas for an anniversary get-a-way. That’s the last gosh darned place I’d ever want to go.
Give me a vintage 1970’s 4x4 Chevy pickup truck stick with a 267 cu in V8 engine (for economy), a capper and trailer made out of an old (matching) pickup truck cargo box. Put a change of clothing and my bedroll in the capper. Put in trailer a carpentry and wrenching tool boxes, Colman ice chest, fishing rod and reel (brands named later) couple 5 gallon gas cans; at least a couple bushel Michigan apples and two cases Bush beer for trade goods.
My trip would find me traveling the back roads of America. Hard up for civilization I might try a bit of old route US66 concrete ribbon or similar. I’d like to be invited to sit a spell (couple days) here and there, plains, mountains, ranches, farms, a couple reservations. I’d want see and talk to the real people of the land.
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The horses adventures revisited:
I stopped by Grandmom’s place this afternoon. I asked, if Lucile had found her hole in the fence. Told her further I had remembered how they had gotten out the open west gate of the coral.
She told me it got sticky between her and her daughter turning the whole episode into a shouting match. I apologized for that. She told me no no it wasn’t my fault. She knows me better than that, like, Who’d park half way out in the road a rusty truck and two loaded hay wagon making mischief. Grandmom said her daughter had apologized to her, how about me? No problem I assured as she hadn’t. She (grandmom) needn’t worry about it. As mad as I was over loosing the land, accused of unwarranted mischief. Writing it all down, I had gotten the whole episode out of my system. I held no grudge. Darned if I’d liked to have had this Helen for a sister. We are about the same age in spite her 54 yr marriage seniority. (smiles)
What ever else I did today has as usual slipped my mind 7:00 AM to 8:00 PM. It was a tiring good day. BGKC.
Fernan

If anybody really wants to know?

My having to assist in cleaning out the barn, about 20 tons worth. So, there’s little to talk about for today. And, as Bess had finally gotten Harry to say along about the end of his last term, “Manure!”
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Backing up a day, I’m a going to relate my latest wild horse round up adventures, single handedly of course, and on foot to boot.
There we were, Ugly and I minding our own business about’s halfway home we’s come upon a couple horses making the roadway right -of-way their own just a lazily moseying along grazing grass of the road’s shoulder. “Whoa” I‘s saying to ugly clumping down the brakes , never minding them two loaded way wagon’s out there behind, just a pushing us along. “Whoa! You consard mechanical beast! Whoa! I say!” Steering the whole length of the combined contrivances far enough along the whole thing from end to end was close to if not wholey off the road. Everything stopped taking my first step by te time I had made my third set I was looking in Ugly’s cargo box for some ropes. Best I could come up with was a calf halter and a doubled up six foot length of heavy twine. These the ropes I took up the exercise walking back down the road. Nonchalantly, I walked a-long side the road trying to make myself blend in with the scenery, my coming upon a neighbor lady Smith already on and off her cell phone trying to find someone/anyone who knew anything about these horses. I was doing all right until I tried approaching one of them as if I weren’t really me. Didn’t work as the critter caught sight of me and bolted the other taking up heals close behind. Might say they were gone. My no getting anywhere close to them I called for assistance, Bro’. His finding the home number (The operator refused to help get me. Pift! Her) Mom and Grandmom all in one amazing package was supposedly on her way. It was here I went back to talking with the lovely lady Smith with the cell phone. The horses boxed in on three side by side and backyard fences we could keep them contained. I could do this.
Next thing, I knew, one of them flabbergasted me to walk up to me. Why, I had no idea why? The animal’s nose had to have been dead, I had just finished painting some JD parts and I keenly stunk of olem spirits, he just walked up to me. Unbelievable, I slipped the degrading moo cow calf halter on the horse. The surprise of surprises the other horse joined the first two of us, so from what had been stuffed into another pocket I withdrew that what looked like flimsy weak sisal twine and fit it to the second horse and all three of us just stood there for a moment. “What-ll I do with these guy’s now? I thought to myself? I’d got to do something before they become restless and unmanageable?
In an act as if I knew exactly what I was doing I took off across the road right onto a lane going back into the woods. Coming to a clearing with a house, barn, and an enormous pond nobody was home as I ad earlier been lead to believe. I’d be damned if my thought weren’t of the vengeful kind. (This gal is the same person who’d told us she was taking over the corner hayfield last fall. If that weren’t bad enough she got her mama to join family forces to take the second adjacent hay field owned by a pressured ex-sister-in-law away from us also this spring.) Oh, how I wanted to open the house door and set-free them horses in that happy home. But alas, I didn’t, I found a coral and took these guys in there, tied them to a fence rail. Closed the pasture gate, closed the lane gate, and checked out the stable. Then I brought the horses in and put them in a stall, and closed the stable. Whew, now I knew where they were and there to stay.
Leaving my mind at rest I returned to the lane and head back out of the woods to my old buddy Ugly. Along the way here comes Lucile wheeling into the lane stopping beside me. She wanted to know what she could do for me. I explained what I did for her. She as much as called me a liar implying I had been up to no-good around her homestead, and it were impossible her horses could have ever gotten out. While I was warming up around about the collar it had been all I could do to look at them eyes proper. Wow, since her oldest daughter entered college, I think’s vanity has taken over her mind, she’s lost some serious weight and had gotten her girlish figure back. I was glad that conversation’s done. Back to the road reaching Ugly and tows here come grandmom. I told her some her daughter and I’s conversation. The wonderful woman was seeing red, Saying “I’ll go back there check things and straighten her out.” I know Helen, I’ve known her quite a spell. And, she’s never known me to be dishonest nor anything else less than for that matter.

Pete

Millie
Don’t do as I do, Be, Good, Kind, and Careful!
Fernan