Getting caught up

This morning I’d picked up all the firewood before lunch. The last stop loading I had plenty of kibitzers keeping an eye on me.

All their mouths going and saying nothing, seeing the lot of them reminded me of the grade and high school heifers I used to see in class.
Lunch so close, I got it into. Lunch out of the way. All my firewoods beside the house, they could wait, as I set about making fix the fences. And there was a lot of fixing required. Fence fixing was the quickest but seemed like took the longest. My just finishing the fences Tom showed having just finished spreading lime. Together we fed the ladies up and down the road. Then he helped me unload the wood hauler at the same time neating up the mulberry tree wood pile for another three years seasoning’s storage. One short pile to stack and I’m totally caught up. Damn, I’m so tired…..
We’ve frost freeze warnings for tonight. No guarantee, only wishy washy warnings. When we get a freeze, I once more get back to haying. Yup we’ve got 685 bales put up are not yet enough. Now, I’ve got to contend with possibilities of rain. In spite our wrapping the crop it has to wilt and dry some or baling even. Going to be one interesting tricky fall harvest.
……I’m so tired, in a melancholy mood, my eyes water remembering Mom and Dad, and my beloved Mom-in-law. This is it. Hopefully I may sleep and gream of the bests. BGKC.
Fernan

make up day

Hye! Gonna be a cold winter? Unseasonably warm here. haven’t seen an official frost although they has been the rare and wide spread low lying single acred spots. Weird?

What makes t cold around her is the bone chilling humidity. Needing the fire to dry out more than warm up. BUTT warming up is good! Was a time it was even better.

Might have tidied up MY season's wood cutting yesterday if we hadn't gotten rained out. Although we sure managed to close Ugly's pneumonia hole (driver's door window). Still have to help Tom cut up and split his log pile into firewood. Gotta get at that soon even if we don't finish it in one swell swoop.

Joe, Don't be pushing it. I've known the irritability coming along re-cooperation. When Shiner (2400# bull) broke my femur, the pain was excruciating. Don't know what I'd done without Kim hauling my pain in the arse back and forth to the hosspiitle. Grand it was when I managed to back across my truck seat just to have at least one coffee a week with anybody (who didn't run from me), Or to the library to drive the librarian nuts.

Was so glad I had opted for the rifle barrel and all the nuts and bolts hardware to hold it and me all together. Perhaps the Hoffman device might have been less painful? I don't know how I’d have handled my whole limp in a spit just a looking for a rotisserie motored ride over a hot fire?
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Where do I get my titles and have them make no sense. Well, I most often start my journal entry on waking up to a quiet house. Most of the time I try imagining what I’ll be doing for at least part of the day so there’d be some correlation. Sometimes it has to do with a thought or memory I wrestled with during the night or something coming to light with the turning on the morning TV news. And most encouraging of all somebody else’s thought stimulating my own feeble-ing mind. Now that you know how it is I figure it wont do much to help your understanding me but I’ve tried. (hehehe)
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Son of a Gun…. After I’m physically, mentally and emotionally spent here comes the sun out at 5:37 PM. I’d already called a damp day doing what I had managed to get done. The fence still needs the fix what was interrupted four or five days ago. I’ve unloaded and stacked more firewood. Created another pile split farmyard firewood for stacking. I’ve split yet another barnyard tree readied for pick-up, toting and stacking. And there still remains one last orphaned wood pile in the pasture to bring up and put away. THEN, maybe, just maybe, I can get back to what I wanted to do days perhaps even weeks ago. One absolute phenomena I’ve found working alone, nobody but nobody offered to assist in splitting, hauling, nor stacking some very green mulberry wood what yet needs three more years seasoning before it’ll burn on its own without help. Uh ugh! {:^)

Figures!
Lawd, coming in from outside, hit the built up heat within these walls had honored me with the headache I didn’t know I had sported all day. Weatherman has suggested our looking forward to a frost freeze drifting in over us from up Minnesota way for tomorrow night.
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Comfortably sitting by the fire in my skin, the phone rings, “My fence is completely dead.” says Ray. Just what I needed to hear. Oh well, at least I didn’t have to get rain soaked to skin to redress a second start for a much shorter day’s stint.
What a mess. The primary feed line was broken. I don’t even want to think about what must really be done with that but it were patched for tonight. Secondly somebody had let a gate go unsecured to swing in the breezes until it had done a superb job shorting the live wire to a woven fence with a steel bar in that gate what held the planks together.
Two causes for fence failures fixed it should have worked but we weren’t done yet. Seems a few bovine had taken some walks through a couple simpler fences. It was getting good and dark by the time all was made right, working and I had pulled into my yard.
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Something extra……………..
Had me a closed mouth visitor today what gave me absolutely no lip. We passed a few moments together upon my insistence. Even introduced the fellow to her Mostess. Minuets later this guy was on his way taking not one stick my firewood with him. {:^)

It being a long day and having seen at least one local face without a discouraging comment, I bid you all a-due. BGKC.
Fernan

Charlee Horses

Anybody know them? I reciprocated painful aggravation with a matched team pair of them. I’ve enjoyed up until now two rodeo rides a piece, each limb during the night, both of them at the waking hour. Involved with two charlee horses I hadn’t any extra time to entertain a less physical night-mare.
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Wherever I was out back I could see smoke spiral-ling towards the heavens before drifting. That smoke was the finishing touch indicating the house was cozy warm inviting. It was home were I waned to be on a Sunday afternoon instead of on a firewood pile. Next time ,Chip, ever has another overly ambitious idea liking this last one putting limits on his ambition and if there’s any deception I’ll be suggesting he puckering up.
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Still dark out, the day shorting I don’t want see if it its raining again. I’m getting all so sore putting up with the painful joints I don’t remember taking out any sums such annoying subscriptions
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The last two days stepping out with an extra shirt made for a pleasant day’s start, only to become a curse unable to take it off to fall’s hest and back chilling breezes. It’s bee ideal peemoanyeah weather sure.
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As tired as I am this unsolicited fire wood harvesting push I’ve still got me three more trees about the farmhouse, barnyard, and old wood-yard to split and neatly stow away.
That last wood pile, seen last in the journal pics, I set my foot down as all my wife sized firewood’s had been hauled away without so much as any disgustion as to what I wanted out of the forced inconvenience.
The brightest light this whole thoughtless ordeals beginning is I may take a mere half hour to reset the rest the fence so that I may once more turn the ladies out on this ground, where at least, at least, at least a half acre of forage has ALSO been thoughtlessly destroyed. Why?
Five/six more days pasturage is equal to at least two winter bales per day feed saved for later feeding in-on the snows and occasional mud’s.
I don't take being inconvenienced easily. Now that what was supposed to have been my wood hauled away, I get to re-cut for myself later. So much for next winter’s stockpiled firewood. Somebody must surely see my point of view thoughtlessly inconvenient in a wholesale manner rather than in a more convenient controlled manner.
Darn it! Anyone who fails to see my side and imagines I'm wrong......PUCKER-UP!
And if some don't want to hear more about what more this episode has pizzed me off don't ask!!!!!!!!
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PS: I’ve never asked anybody to cut my firewood for me! This has been the first case I’ve asked for correctional help to correct an unsolicited bad situation, not to mention the loss of forage.
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Looking out we had rain last night. Sun’s shinning now. I’ve got to check on Tom. Might be he’d rather feel ill in my company rather than staying at home. I need to make up a care package for him as I don‘t think he‘s eating right. Somehow got to fit in a whole bunch postponed little repairs before they turn into big ones. And a big plus, want to do a final clean up this unsolicited wood chopping mess, and lastly if there’s still time under today’s sun reset a bit of fence. Could sure use some of that recycling moisture over Lake Michigan today here tomorrow. Could be just the medicine to perk up a matted mass of clover and grass pasturage
*Morning written.
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*Evening written.
The sun shine didn’t last long. As soon as Tom had gotten here, we set about bringing out the Cushman and splitter. I headed for the first cut up farmyard tree, Tom parking the wood hauler along side. Tom’s splitting he threw the pieces directly in the trailer. Me, I kept him feed with the wood blocks. Before we were scarcely into it the sun had vanished and before we were done splitting liquid sunshine had made its opening presents known. Rather than bump heads against the inevitable wet elements we parked the wood hauler between the already established wood piles for latter’s stacking. We jumped in the truck and moseyed down to the shop where I measured muffler inlets, two and one quarter inches standard.
The rains having set in for what looked like the rest of the day we called fun-over on account of rain.
After lunch, the rains seemingly letting up Tom and I delved into some dangerous thinking. We were to eventually come back here and rob a door glass out of my last truck, a more most economical ride*, and put it into Ugly’s most drafty hole. Wasn’t exactly either easy or hard. Was just one of the those endeavors it merely takes patience to complete. Interestingly enough we had only completed the task and putting the tools away about the time we were on the short side of getting deluged in some steady rain again. Getting late we called and fed the ladies in the hollow before my returning Tom home.
Then as it was my looking forward to a warm fire on the hearth I still had the trash to get out and some wood brought in. The bringing in the wood part is the most difficult my being totally unprepared. It doesn’t help Frieda’s inability to keep up with me her part lessing more and more each advancing year.
Well, while I’m wishing I’ve two laundry loads going, have cut some boxes for condensing them, end exchanged the outer door’s summer screen for the winter storm window. Yep, them old wooden combinations sure aren’t what they ought to be. This one is only 63 years old and I’m thinking replacing it? If it were only 36” wide, we’d both be happier. I’d build a new door if the lumber were only gold plated for the price!
Now I’m wondering what’s for supper? Hungry I wonder if I can wait out the sleep what wants to consume me all my aching bones before whatever it may be I could just possibly miss? BGKC.
Fernan
*A most economical ride, light ¾ ton 4x2 auto drive, PS, PB, 267 cu. in. V-8 engine re-power, 1987 Chevy drive.

Some recent Activity Pics

Tom preparing spreader for broadcasting part of 650 tons lime on this field.
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Half the over zealous firewood mess as of a couple days ago. 1st pic.


Checking fences, making fixes, reprogramming fences this morning, before turning the ladies out, I encountered these guys.
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Leaving these guys unmolested I carefully lowered my bright jug marker back down over my “T” post corner post.


Firewood mess as of this Sunday evening.. 2nd pic.
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About one half wood-hauler trailer load firewood left at sundown for tomorrow’s haling away. Three more batches tree cuttings around farm house yard and all the wood cut thus far will be processed and stacked away.
Other than chores, I begrudgingly continued participating in cutting, splitting, and hauling wood, and at it as long as I’ve been, it has just been another mundane day. One more day tidying it all up and I’m through. I hate having crap pressed on me when I’ve so damned much else to do. And I mean it as crap as it’s an unscheduled activity. I’ve tried fixing fence time and again with some jerk coming along and upsetting my order of things. Those things needing my attention are in my mind arranged in an order of importance. Not some dumb ass coming along forcing my involvement in an unnecessary thoughtless act to correct a needless mistake or an obviously un-counseled blunder.
Well the intrusion into my space is near over and hopefully I’ve complained enough I’ve gotten some very large wrongs a-cross the populous.
Enough ranting for this day. Now I got to work up another new one. :^)
BGKC
Fernan

feeling stronger

Egads, slept liken a log as long as I slept. Darned me, I shouldn’t have drinkened that second beer, for I hauled water all night long. It‘s become a sad day when an old coot can no long hold his beer….
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Two scenes have been brought to mind…..
One, If it hadn’t been for a Spring’s insistent month’s rainin’ 9 yrs ago keeping me in and off the outside work I might never had gotten the Cushman together. Only able to get an hour to work on it now’n’them with everything animal or croppin’ coming first I spent the first half hour figuring out where I had left off and the last half hour not near enough time to finish anything next. Just ONE whole wet arsed week I had finally put it together between the chore times. Most the parts there, it was a matter of aligning the drive train, fitting and painting the front’s plastic body and building the more’r’less stake body for the back. Ray impatient with waiting for it’s use bought himself a EzGo cart. When finished that Cushman has become a faithful working companion under’n’next to me ever since. And has since also been the platform for the (not supposed to work) my innovated electrik fence wire winding machinery. Reminds me, I need to make a newer improved winder model one of these days.
Two, every time I’ve managed to pick-up, put it away, find a place for it, and sweep the joint out, each time some opportunist had come along and refilled the enlarged vacant space with something else.
One thing we seriously need and surely could use is an oil house for getting all the lubricants and paints safely out of the shop. Have got all the necessary materials to remodel, rebuild an unused wabbit hutch if only I could buy the time.
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Don’t what it is? Feeling better, stronger, fittered condition! Could it be attributed to all my exstra a-ruinous exstrysize I been getting on the contrived over zealoused woodlot. Sheesh, all that downed wood I was told last night is mine. Could well be enough for two winters running. Well, it don’t really hurt to be ahead I guess.
All my explaining the facts of life to, Chip. Is fallen on daft ears. He ain’t even straightened up yet and he’s talking cutting the last of the dead elms standing along the sides our private little Lovers Lane. There’s just no getting through some guys.
Hmmm, wouldn’t hurt if I could find the time for me to find the time to talk a Loopymom into talking to the idjiot. He might listen better to a pretty young lady rather than a crusty old retobait the likes of me?
*The immediate preceding written at sunrise.
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*The following written this very evening.
Tom running late I took it upon myself the run to the elevator for the first load of lime for the day’s continued spreading. Then went on along my way to bring back Tom.
Tom settled in the 2150 Oliver, I unloaded the last load wood brought up evening last. About the time finished the unloading my wood hauler, Chip showed up. Together we worked our ways through the gates taking wood hauler on Ugly and splitter on Cushman. Son of a gun, Chip can be such a wicked taskmaster. There were no reprieves, timeouts, rest periods nor nap times. Unrelenting Chip kept me supplied the tree trunk blocks for splitting. Why he even drop three or more heftily blocks again the one for my seat jarring me I think to keep me alert and a-wake. We hauled away five loads three coming up to my house, two on down the road. I’ve almost got my first three full cord sitting beside the Porsche. All additional firewood shall be stacked adjacent the east pasture’s fence where I had originally stacked my firewood for years. There’ll be no handling my firewood thrice this heating season.
Holy scrumptious halleluiah, our neighbor across the street or rather a party of gentlemen from across the street came over the road baring two bowls per each of us, venison stew and venison chili. Setting the offering aside momentarily we finished unloading the last load of the day. Them gentlemens had done alright. Eating mine moments later the offerings were absolutely delicious.
Everybody gone home, myself in for the night Frieda wanted a fire. I nuked my supper, she had already eaten her’s while I started the fire. Oh oh, the fire refusing to go, Frieda had taken over applying her personally home brewed dragon breath upon the wood I had laid. It’ll be going at any given moment now before my total retirement for the evening. BGKC.
Fernan

Been so tired

I’ve been so tired lately…ZZZZZZZZZZ
Unable to take any more Frieda’s nagging yesterday her wanting to go shopping, we loaded up and went shortly after I realized my back couldn’t even take the bending over to merely pick up another load firewood. Frieda had several senior citizen WIC coupon books to spend on Michigan farm products (produce). Leaving so late in the afternoon there wasn’t but one produce market stop some seven miles from here, still well out of the City Flint. Then it was further on another couple more miles for some bargained cat food to last out the month.
It’s a case our being caught within so much of the month left at the end of the money. Finances are down to remaining funds left reserved for petrol. Balderdash!
Unbelievably my having made the stop I had planned in my Frieda’s itinerary I found myself interfaculty staying awake. This required my engaging her in some weird and varied conversation. Myself put into an over loaded situation with the pasture clean up so I may yet get the ladies back out on it once more before winter sets in, I spoke of an inevitable end. “Frieda,” I had said, “be prepared to wake up some morning and find I’m cold.” After that mind and eye opening remark we spoke of many related topics. Body donations for science or student study. We spoke of organ donation. My organs would likely be unacceptable my having had Hepatitis. She doubts her’s would by either her association with me? Hmmm, is this a belated sign we haven’t been good for each other? ;^)
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Reminded!
Folks had five acre vineyard. We waited first frost So's sugar content could be as high as it would ever get and then not lose the juice. From that morning on we had three days to get that harvest off the vines setting the lugs squarely on the ground in the middle of the arbors for Farmall "A" and Dad's homemade trailer to drive over them for loading out lugs come the twilight zone. First thing following morning before frost was off, in Dad’s 1935 Ford pickup, we were at winery for sugar content test. 12% sugar and better brought the real money.
Added kid bonus, if it were an early weekday, I got to stay home for the picking even thought it were an all cheeky and elbows situation in the vineyard. Wasn’t to bad as I got to see a many an old blueracer friends (snakes) laying upon the arbors top wires soaking up the sun. From their marks we had even named a couple of them Homer and Howard. They were a gas as they even followed our activities moving along that top wire following us along on the vines. They even let us pet them. They were an awesome five/six feet in length with at least a six, maybe seven inch, inch girth. Beautiful animals.
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Been an easier day taking all what was left of the morning to put the lithium grease in that 2150’s MFWD hub. Ray thought it’d just easily squirt right into the hub. Wrong-o! I had to glean out a standard grease gun, pack it with the white grease and then pump it in. What a mess. I had to grind today. That was only a five bag grind instead of the typically seven bag. Went around the block for refreshed supply shelled corn and weigh slip. Then broke for a refreshing Beer before going out for another load firewood. I didn’t want it. I needed it. The beer I mean. Hmmm. Be even better another one these days when I want a beer without needing it. Still admittedly it was good going down.
Earlier in the day I had told Chip I’d catch up with him late this afternoon when I had caught up the rest of my responsibilities. It would seem as I was stepping out my door up the road was a-coming Tom with 2150 and lime spreader. Oh oh! Tom, the tractor parked, approached me explaining he needed a shear pin for the lime spreader. While he tried wishing one out of my toolbox I insisted we’d have to either go for one at the elevator or down to the shop. In ugly truck, diamonds falling out of the driver’s door and spouting a real guttural sound one of the mufflers having fallen off I steered us to the elevator as it was closest.
The spreader fixed, the spreader near empty, or Tom near finished with no time enough to go for another load would be ready for a ride shortly at that time. Okay, I’d run a bale of hay to the ladies in the hollow. That way Tom and I could each finish something at the same time in the same place, making it handy my taking him home. On the drive it came to me to rename Ugly clearly printing Harley Davison on each side and let Ugly to just continue barking hence this day forward. At least I had some accomplishments before my trying to slip out back for a load of firewood. It was getting to late in the day making myself a long ways from an eager machine operator of any kind. As it happened I got outback at that moment Chip was about fixed to pull out. He‘d cut up the last log in the way during my delayed absence in way of the fence and loaded out his truck with a firewood load. I backed in and we loaded my wood hauler trailer.
Best part of the evening was two more loads firewood stacked beside the deck. That makes almost two full cords. Three more loads handily stacked the rest’ll go out beside the fence where I had originally started my yearly firewood storage area.
Another beer while I unloaded truck and trailer, stuffed cabbages for supper, watermelon for desert; I’m one full bellied fat-cat. So please just let me find some zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz‘s. Cause I’m ready. BGKC.
Fernan

For 9-24-o9 I’m pizzed entry

No small exaggeration, I’m thoroughly pizzed off at “Chip” and the massive wood cutting mess he started, and inadvertently left with me to tidy up. I can’t count all the trees he fell in one of his swell swoops?
Having animal farm responsibility’s I didn’t need all the wood cutting fallen upon me. Parts of three days having to crunch time I’ve made it out there. And so far have hauled up and stacked almost a full cord staked beside the Porsche.
Tom crapped out on my yesterday noon. Handy continued on with me making himself sick by our shortened afternoon’s end. Last night I didn’t write even me a single word, falling a-sleep exhausted waaaaaay before even near my sometimes early bed time. I mean I went into a deep all night sleep. This was a short case where an early evening nap’s rest for a good nights sleep might have been appreciated. Not an all nights hibernation expedition. I be damned if I don’t want to tell “Chip” to “Pucker up!” the next time he wants MY wood cutting cooperation.
This problem arises out of “Chips” over zealous wood chopping ambitions over doing it. The idiot is winding down to back to back operations and is supposed to be on medical leave his job for healing. So what has he done? He’s over loaded his body’s ability to keep up with his supposed mental energy level. He’s worked himself into an unhealthy situation again, dragging me right along with him.
I’ll tell it like it is. One, I didn’t ask him to cut my wood. Two, I’ve cut my own firewood at my by gosh by golly pace when I had the free time fitting it in even if it were after it caught behind at a pickup load at a time need. Three, my normal rate of firewood harvesting has for the most part a windfall, windbreak, windrow, aside the fields I work the crops in and/or out of. Pure wood cutting enjoyment for me is when I WANT to make a clearing project a lane long established or brand new. Four, I’ve never gone in for this wholesale projecting more than I could seasonably handle.
Without Handy’s help today and wondering how much help Tom will ever be for ever more I may be alone cleaning up the mess. And it needs cleaning up. This involves a Spring hayfield and a Summer pasture. Even if I just immediately haul in and stack my Winters need there’ll still be fallen trees to cut up and haul away, plus all the brush to contend with. This isn’t even considering the trees still fallen that presently are just out of my ways. And those logs must be dealt with before that useful firewood is lost.
Son of a bitch!?. I’ve just damned near written a whole ranted essay out of my “Kiss my azz mood.” I crumb-a. This is an episode I shan’t easily forget.
Fernan

I lost a noble friend

While I had made some indefinite plans for the day, more or less to be determined by the weather, they were seriously sidelined for a most somber event. A big friend of mine, a tall Belgian he, he quietly had passed away overnight. I did what I could to console the family as they handed me the task of Johnny’s last rights, this very same day.
The day then started with the gathering of tools. Then I brought Johnny’s body out into the light of day from his chambers. What a drag he was his weight to much for me alone to safely handle. Immediately taken to his final resting place, I commenced to dig a hole big enough for all his bulk to comfortably rest there-in for all eternity. Meanwhile, he’ll rest easy no longer pushing heavy loads over our the Michigan landscapes. May his soul be blessed for an individual as big as a horse. Second thought. Johnny was a horse. I shall miss seeing him, his taking mere tid-bits from my hand, his breathing on the back of my neck. A friendly heavy galoot so easy and light on his feet, one to never hurt a friendly butterfly. He is already missed. Rest easy big friend. You've BGKC.
Fernan

So much to do

No truth in it “Early to bed, early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.” In bed last night by 8:00 PM up this AM 6:30. I don’t feel even one any of those just a-fore mentioned brandished benefits.
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Thanks for the update on the rest of this rat pake, Betty. Rain shower here already. Just wet enough I haven't decided what, or where we're taking today on yet: shop for a while changing rotor-conditioner over for alfalfa hay cut plus timely clean a rusty wheel and prime it for a finish painted hay wagon spare use for wheel I destroyed OR get chainsaw back from Chip for day's opener wood cutting, more splitting, adding hauling and stacking.
I've two volunteers for help today. All I got to do is decide how best they may help me. I'll be my luck we'll get rained out.
Low temperatures running a late summer low night time 50's. Need that hay-wagon for last hay cut of the year.
So much to do before killing frost plus pasture clean up and fenced for ladies use.
Would you believe I'm already looking forward to the first snow fall......
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It has turned into a ROTTEN DAY. Before I had even gotten my day started, two miles from here the whole day clearly went in the dumpster. A friend of mine a handsome deviled two year old bay Belgian horse, Johnny, had died overnight. SOB! I was immediately involved in funeral arrangements for a friend of mine who needn’t have died. His master penny wise pound foolish bargained with a cutter having done a sloppy cut and run castration on Johnny. Johnny died last night bleeding to death over the last ten days. It’s been far piece from a wonderful day around here.
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What was left of the afternoon the 2150 MFWD Oliver had been brought home after a long summer absence parked elsewhere miles away. The machine serviced, greased and fluid levels topped off the 2150 was made ready to spread lime over another season’s hayfield planting.
This about concluded my redirected day. And whatever it was I might gotten done otherwise is still there to do tomorrow perhaps. BGKC.
Fernan

It’s still hot and……

….Disgustingly humid. 1:30 AM and I’m going to have a beer. No, not for breaking fast liquid meal; although I could drop a corn flake in it and call it breakfast. It’s more for a relaxant so’s to return me to dreamland. Be damned if I ain’t sweating my butt off in the middle of a cool fall night? Figure!
Just checked the temperature. It’s an unbelievable 73*, humidity over 70%. Sheesh, I’ve been swimming in my own perspiration.
AND, I’ve just opened a Fuzzy Navel beer. Sure is tasty and I’m afraid I could become addicted. Oh well, I haven’t had one since Sunday afternoon. Doc has prescribed I drink three beers each on three separate day’s a week. (hehe) I wonder if a middle of the night brew counts? (hehe)
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Talk among my neighbors, they’re predicting an early winter. How is this so when a fall’s frost isn’t anywhere near on time. Ten day forecast suggests no such early morning temperatures during all those ten days. I might believe a snowier and colder winter. Yup, that I can believe following the planets positioning and history’s recorded seasonal 7, 11, and 21 year weather cycles. I guess we’ll all see.
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Oh had finally gotten the YT MF board to accept my Massey Ferguson part inquiry. Makes no sense? I didn’t hold my nose any differently when I cut and pasted it yesterday over lunch? I must add, picture posting on the YT Boards has changed a bit?
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Morning’s first words for today……
We soaked up a whole inch of rain water here yesterday and thankful for it. I don't know how those southern folks squeegee a couple feet water off their driveways with cars and pickup truck a-sitting in the way.

What a mess to clean up going into fall.
What a mess to clean at up any time.
Glad all I got to worry about is keeping my firewood dry.

Predictor is talking rain about every other day average over us next few days. Could it be we're in for mid-October rains early this year?

Looked like a good day for slitting firewood.
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Split wood for six hours using a gasoline engine driven hydraulic log splitter. Gone those days the sledge and wedges or monster mall, like days of old, making this task an easy one. When we had six hours in and a couple gallons of gas spent into the day, neither Tom or I held any reserve energy to continue what I might have gone at twice as long just a couple/three decades ago. But we sure made a pile of readied firewood for hauling and stacking today.
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Getting dark ever earlier every night, trying to stay ahead of sundown isn’t easy. Handy had asked of me to take him over to the Crossroads for his mother’s prescription. Sheesh! I got back just in time to avoid driving the twilight zone let alone in the ensuing darkness.
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Pooped beyond reason I’m even pulling my plug early again tonight. BGKC.
Fernan

9-22-o9 It’s hot and……

….a sweaty night waking me up at about midnight. It can not be 60* in this yet my body has collected all the airs humidity and made me a slippery sweaty mess.. Even my eyes are full of water as if they were mountain pools waiting to satisfy a wild beasts thirst. But, alas there’ll be no wild beast pleasurably climbing this mountain of what was once an object of many a quests. (sigh)
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9-21-o9 Yesterday, must have been a n accomplished workday. Coming evening last evening's Frieda asked me what I been doing. I honestly couldn’t tell her and she understood. Here it is 12:45 AM in the morning and I’m trying to find my own explanation. I don’t want this writing suggesting I’m loosing it albeit that could well be the case regardless.
I was asked early on yesterday’s morning to work upon the Polaris Ranger; only, by the time Ray and Tom bellied up to the ranger there wasn’t any room left for me. Bottom line Ray just wanted standby company. I call all of us entrapped by his cantankerous charm and wit, babysitter’s.
(Feeling as if the term Bro’ inadequate I’ve decided to give him a name liking some of the rest of us with those so apply nicknamed after the occupations in their real lives. So Bro’ will hence forth be known form journal entries as Ray.)
Getting back to what I didn’t do all day yesterday. Caught by Ray I wound-up caught in shop duty. To take the bit out of it I brought the hay wagon up for working on. The spindles still continue to stick and squeak agonizing noises. One side took grease, the other I liberally doused plenty of diesel fuel over the top of it in hopes some of that fuel oil would work it’s way down between the kingpin and carrier. The rear gate Tom and I gave plenty of attention. First taking it apart. Nuts and bolts refusing to come apart Tom eventually cut them off. Holes worn so sloppy standard washers were of little help for re-tightening new bolts for reassembly. I hit the scrap iron pile way out back bringing up a frame what was once the underside of a motor vehicle seat and commenced to run it through the metal cutting band-saw. Drilled some appropriate holes and used whole chunks of otherwise useless junk for some imaginative washers. Yeah, I should of taken a picture. I filled one of our otherwise thrown away dish soap bottles with clean questionable oils drained from various projects. The bottle clear coming with a closeable cap will work out well as an implement chain oiling bottle. Being clear the oil level is clearly visible throughout the use of the bottle until next times refilling One implement bottle done, at least three more bottles improvement to go. I eventually did what I usually do after a project, I cleaned up after myself and only more so after everybody else. Half the contents of two rolling tool chests heaped upon a half a sheet of plywood laying on a pair of sawhorses was first. I sorted salvageable implement parts managing to put some of them away for next time’s use. I must have cleared off a couple cluttered surfaces twice as I’d just get one cleaned up and somebody come along dumping can of assorted washers on it. Another time it was someone needing a fine threaded nut from the fine threaded nuts and bolts can. Another gallon can of washers was also involved in another dumping and cleaning up.
The wagon nearer ready to go, still needing a proper wheel and tire I used it loading up a few things needed down the road. Another hay feeder for here. A couple planks Keith got out a couple years ago un-put away, At least one pallet to start stacking my winter fire wood upon. And by that time it was close enough for quitting time or so I had thought. Last trip on day’s agenda taking Tom home from where I had found him. Pulling out my driveway We spotted a truck sitting aside the road adjacent to fronting the near eastern pasture. Investigating it were Trapper throwing his garden’s sweet corn stalks over the fence. He thought my cattle rather dumb standing out by the barn watching him and not coming to eat the green tender delicacies. I explained they were behind a fence. A wire Trapper couldn’t see. I thanked (lol) trapper for his diligence making sure I continued my evening exercise opening a wire gate to let the ladies have Trapper’s garden treat. (LOL!) I had finely gotten Tom home. Some shop trash out with my trash, the planks put away. Tipped a tub on its side hopefully to keep the contents a bit drier than they had gotten in a couple wetting down-bursts coming home from Tom’s. Beside, my mind and body were running out of energy for any more yesterday’s lifting.
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Today’s a new day. I’ll wait out any prediction my adventures today’s entertainment until I’ve lived them. (hehe) Hope you’ve BGKC. From Shorthorn country.
Fernan

About time….

…….for a frost tomorrow or the next day. Just got to wait and see? That’s the morning the Fall season officially changes for me.
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Gonna talk about this house a bit. When Frieda and I moved in it were with the barest of essentials, mattress we could easily room to room, a electric fry-pan and coffee pot what‘d work plugged in any available working outlet, a table and two chairs, my computer. When we went to sleep at night we didn’t know where we’d wake up come morning, on the only first floor or in the basement. The house had been privately condemned to be demolished. It had been considered a total loss. The foundations though full of holes in swamp marrow and sand mortar holding rocks together 18” thick worth were steady enough doing a base job holding the house up. There were so many damaged floor joist’s the windows rattled just opening a door. The basement, attic and all the walls in between were runways crawling with rats and mice. Our second day in the house we looked in the classifieds for cats. We wiped out two households their house cats and any sign what said free kittens we helped ourselves to all of them. The outbuildings were just as rodent infested as the house. I allowed free kittens homesteading and all they could catch and eat privileges.
Taking down junked plumbing, and temporarily removing the heating ducts, and electrical wiring. We replaced, doubled up, sistered and spliced all manor of floor joists until we knew where we’d wake up. Rat eatened wiring and new installed with in the walls, plus communication boxes and conduits installed here and there we got around to holing the walls for blowing in cellulose insulation them walls and then ceilings from 8” to 15” depths. The walls and ceilings covered with vapor barrier visqueen were lastly covered with another ½” drywall for 1” total. Holes drilled in back additions walls cables and cable come-alongs were installed and ratcheted on for about four years to pull those walls back in under the swayed back roof. The wooden sash fixed were needed and new aluminum storms installed. Just four seasons ago we finally got or new roof on we could walk through the house without getting rained on and our feet wet. Last summer it were the deck outside. Still got hopes for two replaced front doors this season. I do some cosmetic repairs on the kitchen floor, I’ll be ready about ready to take on that un-re-finished back room. Just a zipping along here one of these years I’ll even get a round to it painting the house. I dislike being rushed into anything. Now, about our impending trial separation……
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And now two images for a……What is it?


A Massey Ferguson tractor component. Supposedly had something to do with giving the tree point hitch down pressure. I know it’d help if I had the tractor model it was made for but that information has slipped my mind.
The thing has both category I and II pins.
I'm trying to visualize it hook up in such a manner when the three point lifts this thing reverses direction thus down pressure????
Only thing left is looking into somebody's operators and/or shop manual?
Any body with a MF aught to know how it works.:)
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Had restless night. When I did manage to drop off I slept in. cheese and crackers! Having a late morning start I managed some more 4-180 tinkering time.
Had heifer come up with prolapsed vulva. Difficulty getting her in the barn she kind-a let put a halter on her.

Keith coming up behind her encouraged her to follow my lead. Getting her into the barn we all decided her problem was more than we could handle. A phone call found her only five miles away, having just completed another call. She was coming in the driveway before we were even ready for her. The heifer got an epidural, six gallons of water poured into her plus a gallon of mineral oil. Then she started to bloat. This got me into helping hold the hose the vet lady’s shoved down the heifer’s throat into her stomach to ease off the heifer’s gas. Everything looking good The vet cleaned up her paraphernalia and left, before I got mine picked including the tools I used betwixt between during idle moments I had fixed one of the barn’s back doors. Bro’ had given the heifer her prescribed shots.
As I was going to say I was just picking the last of my paraphernalia up when the heifer had gone down and way down this time on her side. That stupid critter was fixing to die rather than fight to live. A cell call and lady vet was on her way back. Working to ease more gas we’d decided the heifer needed a poke in the side. For this our VERY attractive vet lady called her boss. He had told he wanted to be there when she did her first one. While we all waited for her boss man she continued preparing the critter for the poke, shaving her side, washing that side twice with that horspistol soap what leaves a body green to yeller for a whole week. Well by the time the older well seasoned vet arrived all manner of approach to the heifer’s problem was reworked, repeated, and modified. The pipe run down her throat had relieved more gas.

Some boletuses shoved down her throat. Last seen she was resting so much easier and chewing her cud. Bt the time I had gotten home later the troops had already been here cutting Spats, two cows and a calf from the heard. My help no longer needed the Cushman I went out fence riding. Trouble was light and easily fixed. Finished I let the ladies loose on better fair than they’d had been on this last week. Still best, it were nice getting in before dark. BGKC
Fernan

Feel good pooped

Son of an un-hitched witch, sure is nice not being controlled by medicine/medical needs. Ro appointments. I ain’t been anywhere where even a patient drug might had been displayed and sold. I even managed to get in some extra nice playtime.
Shop time saw me tinkering with this’n’that. Tinkered some the 4-180; but, spent most my time working/reworking electrically wired hard gates on the bull pens. Did some innovating two new methods putting electric fence together. Should be interesting as to how each method holds up? I’m already to bet on the last one. Should-a taken a picture or two. Oh well, there’s always tomorrow.
At about our belated lunch time I mounted up the Cushman and road it over to the local Clio Fireman’s park to see the antique engine and tractor show. Rushing through, I didn’t get to see all of it. We did hit the flee marketing part of it as hard as we could looking for a 6x16 wagon wheel. So a rusty wheel can sprayed orange to make it a genuine AC wheel. Umpht! $50.00, the man was out of his mind. I hope he enjoys keeping its company. Along the way I might have gotten taken, but I don’t think so. I purchased 5 1/2x 16 rim for $10.00. Bro’ objected! I could care less, that rim properly cleaned, primed and painted will make a sold spare that’ll fit a lot of implements around here. First filling in for the borrowed wheel and tire off Ted’s tractor he’ll be needing for winter.
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Took couple pictures
I spent about a hurried hour seeing half the old engine and tractor show today. Didn’t think to take pictures although I did manage these.
This is a Home Made tractor from about 1937. Some workmanship went into this HM machine.
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Hey, how about the made to scale Waterloo Boy tractor. The Model T Ford is gorgeous. As was the O-12 Farmall seen further back on steel. That had to have been a real pile-driving ride.
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And now two images for a…….What is it?
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A Massey Ferguson tractor component. Supposedly had something to do with giving the tree point hitch down pressure. I know it’d help if I had the tractor model it was made for but that information has slipped my mind.
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Son of a gun, I don’t know if I’ll last long enough to finish this journal entry……. It has been a long gratifying day. Just got in at sundown. Managed to do my chores by daylight with a tractor without lights. They something needing tending to before winter sets in what with shorter days coming like gang busters. ……Nope I ain’t going to last. My belly filled, I’m more than redy to lay it down. BGKC.
GN
Fernan

Sorry about the cut and paste. Do-it and you see all the picture.

Golden Days

Frieda looked into yesterday, it’s been affirmed she’s living her golden pee-body years. Doc’s office swung into action making her eligible for home delivery depends-able products of a couple kinds. This wont lessen the laundry nor the trash out put around here any. She’s already been using the neighbors surpluses. It hasn’t exactly been easy on her being her OLD self these last flu-flu years. Doc unfinished with her yesterday she’s appointment-ed again today for two more procedures. A stress test and a ultrasound look into her limbs for hidden varicose veins. Here’s were I come in….
Not only am I her chauffer again today, Doc has demanded I make a command appearance his office today also for a stress test. Is this where that old phrase “Couples who play together stay together?”
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About 40* here. Take extra flannel shirt along you may tie the sleeves around your waist. Temps up & down like walking between the sunshine and shade, like between the shelter of downtown buildings and the breezes from up an alley. This is that time of year for snotty nose running colds and flu like symptoms. I’m thinking about either a yo-yo or string blind like shirt easily worn and adaptable without taking it off or putting it on. Now if I can just find the pretty young seamstress I can hands on work with?
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On the road first appointment stop I was on time to await four hours for somebody given the exact same appointment time, only he arrived first, My coming in second I was to wait. I asked about Frieda’s appointment it was the same story she was to also sit and wait some hours. I boiled over like a pressure cooker and gave out with a somewhat rude hissy-fit. I loudly let them know, “My time is just as valuable as your’s. I’m a farmer. I have hundred head of stock in my backyard looking to me to keep them fed. I’ve hay to get in, I’ve winter wheat ground to work and plant.” Nobody said a thing. I looked at the early bird patients. While they held their breath the gathered staff stood motionless all their moths gaping. “Well?“ I asked. I was asked if I could return at 12:00 noon for my appointment. “Then get busy,” I told them,, I expect you all to be ready for me when I return at 12:00!”
Nobody in that waiting room said nothing as I passed them. Outside I had to take my shirt off for all the eyes what had been on me burning into my back as I passed out the door. On the road again I headed for the Drug store. For my prescriptions. They hadn’t prepared them. “We’ll have them ready for you in forty minutes to an hour.” I merely said, “I hope so.” and walked out before I put my foot into it there. Two tubs of deposit bottles loaded upon the Ugly’s back for killing some expected waiting time. This was not the expected time I thought I’d have to waste we went to the newly opened Super Market.
In the superstore lobby I chucked them plastic bottles and tin cans into the waiting mouths along one wall. Two cart bottle filled using both hands I fell behind any number of times the hungry machine computer-ed brain. I had credit bottle deposit slips fly all around me through the coming and going airs as the door with their electric eyes opened and closed for patrons coming and going that lobby.
Credit slips the depth of a crooked poker deck and all the bottles the machines refused I took everything to the service counter. I was paid for all but a short dozen. My business was done there. About to pull out onto the State Rd I asked Her Mostess about her glasses. She said something about money so I turned into the direction the community’s only Aunty-Tee-M machine. A hasty withdrawal made We were headed up the road for Millington. There we paid and picked up Frieda’s glasses. We still had an hour to kill. So I turned right again. Frieda ahd showed me garage antique sale another four mile distance. Having looked the address up on the net I remembered where it was supposed to be; only, I must have gotten something wrong? So it was on back to the one-day country clinic via way the drug store. Gone 1:45 minutes my scrip’s still weren’t ready. I teased the girls behind the counter and hopped like Hell I hadn’t drooled or slobbered when a young very very-attractive brunet come up standing beside me with freckles over her nose. Mmmm, she reminded me of days so long ago, I forgot all about any more steaming. A all to short a moment later my scripts were ready my name called for me to come to the front of the lne. From there we walked right into the clinic on wheels waiting room right on the bashful face clock both its hand straight up. I didn’t even get to sit down, “Mr. G please come this way. At last somebody was having his way? But, Who? While I was tended to Frieda was shortly tended to also. Three rooms later I was in a portable cat-scan or MRI machine having my heart photographed in what would eventually be living color. Threw with me, through with both us I was to have another two hour wait for the second sitting in the four a quarter lie action internal machine. Frieda was done. I asked if I could get something to eat. That was okay. Our handicrapper parking space was just as open for us it has always had been whenever we were to dine in Arleen’s on Otisville’s main street the corner. Decaf’ coffee and a cinnamon roll big enough it was a meal in itself for me. It was a strawberry shortcake and hot tea for my Lady. And that Shortcake with ice-cream and whipped cream topping it was a plate full, and oh so yummy, my getting three bites. BGKC.
Fernan

Wishful Thinking’s

Wishful thinking’s come in so many different shapes and sizes and of course prices. One wish involves my putting together the last pick’em-up truck I will ever need. But alas, often times other wishes get in the way of that.
Then it never seems to fail every time I find a decent pair of fuel tank fenders, I haven’t got the six bits to buy them. It’d sure be more convenient wheeling out of the farm yard and mow hay field after hay field right on up or down the road without looking back inconveniently refueling a single tank between them. How nice it’d be refueling three tanks but once during each cutting: the first cutting, the second cutting, and if need be the third cutting.
Yet while something always seems to come-up between me and my many wishes no mater how trivial. Take for instance I look at my collection of parts sitting all about the machinery yard just waiting the time I may take them apart and rearrange their individually specific chunks for use in the last pick’em-up truck I shall ever need.
There they set (3 donating pickup trucks) all the major components waiting as if for a harvest: a straight frame, a solid southern body, a choice of two engines one a powerful fuel hungry 350 cu in V8 and the other a slower much more economical 267 cu in V8 with less than ten-thousand miles upon either of them, a completely rebuilt running gear also with less than ten thousand miles upon all the rebuilt ground driving components including “U” joints, ball joints, universals, transmissions, and suspensions. Out there scattered about lies my dream truck. Just one more goal to work in on it maybe finished under a three toned paint job. The colors: the main primary in an easily seen year-round commonwealth yellow, skirted about the bottom in a road dust hiding magenta-ed faun coloring, and virginally topped in a sun’s pure reflective white for summer’s cooler running.
Yup, dreams and goals give a body something to look forward to. (sigh)
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There’s a miss in our communications. I hustled and moved right along to get away from here early. Yeah, right. Frieda tells me I got to take her someplace for her bladder check????? I thought that appointment was part of her tomorrow’s shindig, and all day stress testing and ultra sounding her limbs for inside varicose veins.
It’s something how every so many days these clinical services are trucked into our rural area.
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Somewhere into my shop time I managed to add my two cents worth of repair efforts. I keep flooded the open end of the stuck cable housing while I heavy dutied the sliding weight on my home made (what else) slide hammer. The same basic slid hammer I use (used) for pulling barn sheet metal nails. I worked the slid hammer a spell the took the cable housing loose the machine, laid it on a heavy piece of cast steel and beat on it with my heavy rubber hammer.
When Frieda was ready for me she called for her favorite ride. I’m assuming that was me. Anyway somewhere along side the bringing my love home and eating lunch somebody else moved that cable in side that housing. I’d like to think my slid hammering and case beating had something to do with the parts freedoms? I tinkered with this and that and got in on assisting hanging a new gat to the southern most bull pen.
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My afternoon ending early, my evening starting even earlier, it was beer time. I certainly have enough to do around here…. Darn that brew tasted good, good enough I wanted to reach for another; but naugh, it’d wait. I had picking up after cow, the many cows taking turns keeping our yard trimmed.
Taking a tour around about the house and yard perimeter I simply looped the wire onto an empty wire spool. Bro’ has repeatedly told me I can’t do that as coiling up fence wire in such a manner only eventually makes irreversible kinks in the wire, and when such wire is reused pulled tight those kinks will break. Oh not so oh engineer educated Bro’. As this one walks along I take three winding loops one side, switch hands continuing six more loops over the same spool the full length the wire fence beginning to end. Anyway, I merely lasted only long enough to wind the wire this side the driveway. The mosquitoes were so diligently intense trying to deplete me my eight pint blood supply I retreated and sought cover behind this castle’s four walls.
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It has gotten late and I didn’t do near as much as I had looked forward to. I got to get it laid down and find some sleep. Our primary care giver has demanded I make command appearance in his clinic tomorrow morning. This could turn out badly, Her Mostess will likely expect me to take her out for supper. Is there no end to all the romantic deeds a man must do for his wife? Have never understood why it couldn’t be with anybodies wife??? BGKC.

I may not be perfect, but at one time parts of me were incredible.

I miss her already

While loading, moving, shipping my cow and calf yesterday I never gave her absence today would bother me. Between the season’s end, her calf aged enough for weaning, and she were only a half a cow it were time she had to go. And going she did to the livestock exchange yesterday. What is it about a pain in the a$$ while your stuck with it you get used to it being there. Have it go away and it’s an odd companion you can’t help missing. Well while she’s gone I can rollup the fencing around the house and get back to driving all over my yard. Got a few wild weeds nobody got rid of for me. Got to clear it away for bringing home the winter’s fire wood. And open the yard for tractor’s moving snows.
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Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho ! ! ! ! ! ! !
I got to set this down, a few moments of pure unadulterated pleasure. Standing in line, so to speak, at the drug store. My yesterday’s amblings I happened upon a couple beautiful blonds. One standing by, the other engaged in conversation with the clerk behind the checkout counter. I spoke to first one in conversation of my own. “Would you like to talk to me?” (I can be a bold Devil,) and she shock her head no. Undaunted I pressed our meeting, “That’s good.” I agreed with her initial impression of me, “Good, You shouldn’t talk to strangers,” hesitating a moment in my speech, my doing all the talking, “And I’m one of the strangest of them all.” Oww those pretty deep pooled eyes of hers were just a melting cupids pointed tail off the very bottom of my heart. I continued, “Of course you don’t play near the street. You mind your mother. And you brush your teeth at bed time.” At last I got the biggest wide opened smile showing me all her glistening pearly whites. It was about here the talkative blond engaging someone else finally turned and giving me notice, Her eyes sparkling her whole being smiling brightly, she had said, “Thank you!” and as they had turned and started to walk away, I spoke again pointing my speech to the younger lady of the two, “I may just be checking on you. Maybe I’ll even see you in December.” and I winked at her mother (the Devil making me do it). Then the proud Mom saying to her daughter walking away, “I guess you had better be good.” A chance morning intercourse with two lovely blue eyed blonds was just another highlight even on the outer fringes of my Shorthorn country.
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Of all things, yesterday’s afternoon becoming to late to get into dragging tools out to work upon the 4-180 White, our more or less leaning on it, Bro’s says to me, “How’d it look painted two tone dark and light green?”
I suggested, “In those colors might better install an Oliver grill on the front of it?” Ha Ha Ho Ho He He!
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Picked Tom up this early AM. Came home to hay ladies in two lots. While when I hooked up flat rake hay wagon my going to move it Ugly’s brakes went completely/totally out. Ehhhh…so, acting as if we knew exactly what we were doing we went right on ahead unloading the salt feeder I been trying to get off that wagon for some time. Spotted a few yards away from the water fountain now I may mix salt and let the ladies have it.
Then as sure as there’s got to be first things first. That salt feeder no sooner hit the ground and I was scolded for not havin’ brought it home loaded. It’s no wonder cows are called, Boss.
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Then Tom wondering how we were going to get down the road? I told him driving/riding Ugly. Tom giving with one of the uh? looks unbelieving as he looked at me, I explained, “Its no different than knowing how far a tractor coasts before coming to stop.”
“You taking the wagon?” he asked.
“It’ll slow us down going up hills.” I reasoned.
“What about going down the other side?’” he worried.
“We got to get to the top first.” I reasoned.
“And, what about going down the other side?” Tom repeated, and continued to worry.
“Well I guess we just have to coast then,” I assured him, “ and keep an eye on a soft spot in a ditch if we should need one.” What a worry wart?
On the road Tom worried all of the first ¾ mile, especially our approach the first cross road. So worried he pulled a Barney Rubble on me, his left foot firmly planted upon Ugly’s running board Tom was busy pressing his right food against the gravel road as if his foot was doing any good braking the truck and wagon. I know he didn’t know what he was doing? Ugly ain’t got no running boards! So worried about the truck’s impending failure to stop short the intersection he jumped off Ugly to run ahead and stop cross traffic in the intersection.
(A chuckle here) When Ugly had coasted to a comfortable stop short of the intersection, leaving Tom standing without any traffic to direct, he gave up and accepted I knew how to handle an unstoppable mechanical beast.
In front of the shop, cardboards littering the driveway Tom and I took turns getting down under trying with great difficulty to remove a rusted out brake line of the proportioning valve GM wisely placed in the vehicles frame making it conveniently near impossible to get at. My getting nowhere first, smart a$$ Tom showed me how it was done.
Bro’ going one way for brake-line, my going t-other using van also with brake problem it certainly was a day for slow driving. I took Tom home, his horse about to be gilded today. I had lunch, went back to put Ugly back together again cussing the fitting in all the way. Bled lines by self and used Ugly to bring me home.
AND, while we having all sorts of fun at Ugly’s insistence we managed to make another pulling tool that as yet hasn’t worked out for freeing up the 4-180’s stuck remote cable. We also made squirt more and more oil in that stubborn cable, as well as oiling the tractor’s frozen window hinges.
Had anybody suggested I have a good day when it had been 80% of the time rotten one I just might have rudely liked to tell’em to pucker-up! (smile) And this wasn’t the end of it. Getting home there was no demanding Cow needing taken care of. Arrggghhhh! BGKC.
Fernan

PS: I remember giving up drinking, smoking and sex. Those were the worst 15 minutes of my life.

To do’s

Now that the brake crisis is over I can get back to all those to do’s what been let slide while I was working under the 4-180 White tractor. Fences everywhere are in need of small repairs. Fence fixing becomes the most fun when the Cushman’s loaded materials and driven into use.
I’ve a whole shoulder load of instant wood chopping and stacking to do for winter. The worst part of this pressure is getting all that firewood out of the way so’s I may restring the fence wire I had removed for Chips access to a string of ash trees. This would have all been easier had he gone at the firewood harvest one or two trees at a time instead of getting into in a wholesale manner would easily been handled. He’s over doing it has now overloaded me. (long sigh here)
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Actor Patrick Swayze has passed away pancreatic cancer. I’ve enjoyed seeing and listening all his works over the years. Most notable will likely be Dirty Dancing with his lovely dancing wife Lisa.
Lisa Niemi and Patrick Swayze were actually Virginia Gray’s virtual dance teacher’s in the movie Dirty Dancing. I think this movie will become a classic.
Some of my favorite films: Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, The Quiet Man, Dirty Dancing, Bringing up Baby.
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E-gads had Frieda got a list of catch-ups for me this AM. Had-a see pharmacist for our flu shots. Had also needed my prescriptions refilled. Need to see Aunty T Machine for a money draft. Then hit the reopened Grocery store down the highroad. I simply needed to re-supply the cat food and she’s added a whole lot of stuff right below my note. I’m hoping all this maybe taken care of before 12:00 noon.
I get caught up with the potentially alias Herr Clink, her not knowing what all I been up to lately I just might survive the day. So it goes when I can get shed of Her Mostess I had-a pick-up Tom. The bull pen needs some hot wire repairing. The remote controls on the 4-180 White tractor were need of TLC. One of us on each end, we may just pull the last of the 4-180 needs through this last ordeal.
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Well, I was back home by 12:15 PM. Lunch I was all for that, and then it was of to the shop by myself. Tom’s mother suffering the agony of an infection in a compacted tooth, he stayed home. It be later this evening he had been without medication the last two weeks. Had I know that I’d have hocked Frieda’s false teeth (I‘d at least helped him get his meds, had I known). Opened shop and was invited to go along to scrap yard. Having so much to do I tried side stepping the invitation. Ah, what the Hell, a ride to and from the scrap yard isn’t exactly heavy work around here. So I went. Bro’ had gotten wind of an available supply of ½” thin-wall tubing. There we picked some of that up as well as a supply of varied diameters of all threaded rods, most in 10” lengths. All thread comes in so handy for making that bolt we ain’t got on a Sunday, or that needed bolt 2” longer the industry standard, or new stay bolts for wooden stepladder repairs; and, we got a number of step ladders in need repair. About the only thing I did manage to fix around the place was the bull pen hot wire. Hen lastly I hayed the forgottened ladies down the road. They were quite nice about it. Not one of them had said a derogatory word or sign about it.
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Other distractions I’ve got to put up with.
Coming…..

…..and going.

Kids are welcomed around the Foxfire Farms. Here they see what we do and they learn what’s involved in farming. These are a couple high school girls in the neighborhood. BGCK.
Fernan

PS: A dirty mind is a terrible thing to waste.

I haven’t decided…….

Today Tom and I tidied up the 4-180 and the work site. 4-180’s attention involved putting gear lube back into the gear case. Rather than dribbling, on nervous edge I set up the pressure system-ing upon the source can and put the air to it at about 7 to 10#’s pressure to transfer the required 80-90 # oil. Get this, the oil transfer went through a gear case vent with out its breather cap. While the oil was pushed we installed fuel tank, plus fueling same tank, and the cab mounts bolted down. It had been a good first half day.
The second half to get the job done I used the loader backhoe. Trying to start it the a$$holes using digger last night run the machine bone dry out of gasoline. Wonderful I got in some exercise for a lazy man toting gas one end the equipment yard to the other. The ignitioning system refusing to work I found a loose nut on the starter solenoid, not me, a genuine nut. This required going for tools. All in all I was having a wonderful afternoon. Oh, all this dig required my digging out a rotted off gate post. I’m happy to say it’s set and backfilled. I’ll finish the electrical come morning.
Getting home I had to sit down. Big mistake. It was Hell a few minutes later I had to get up and do my chores. The ladies out here required a hay bale. The first of the season and it isn’t even fall yet. We could sure use some rain to enliven and refresh the pastures out here for the month of September. The Ladies are mind readers. I hadn’t given them a hay bale all summer, up until today, and they were on their way. I took in a bale-ring out and went for the bale. They kept right on coming about to meet me before I got back. Sitting the bale down here come the nutty bull. He’s got to break it up. He’s bouncing the 1500 # bale around off his head. How the Hell was I supposed to put the ring feeder down over the bale. His taking one and only one miserable break, at that moment I had wheeled the tractor around spiking both bale and bale ring picking our combined mess up and setting the combo flat on the ground. The bale contained. The ladies bushing and shoving as if they were attending a January white sale, I didn’t look back. I drove out of the barnyard, closed gate ,and picked up another hay bale for morning delivery the farmyard in the hollow.
Supper finally gotten to me at 8:30 PM, the sun way down. New challenges are already coming to light in my mind for tomorrow. We got problems with hydraulic control cable on the 4-180 now. Alls cables are supposedly working tonight except one. I may have to get out my rubber hammer and beat that one into submission. Why rubber hammer? I don’t want to leave any tell tale abusive marks upon the tractor that’d betray me a machine beater.
.....yet, I'd guess I'd had a good long day. BGKC.
Fernan

Been a good day

Been a beautiful doubled up day in weather and mechanical accomplishments, A real feel good day. The saints preserving us I’m thinking Ill go to sleep tonight without pains tears drying my eyes out liken last night. Rattlers taken Beer:45 is only minutes away. It’s about celebration time a good day’s work accomplishments.
The saints preserving us Tom and I got that cussed brake axel back into the 4-180. To do it we had to remove the gear case cover. That off we couldn’t see a darned thin. It was then by guess and by golly we did four measures of inventive tenacity. One, I blindly worked a couple wires through the heart of the differential to hold up a fallen spur-gear. Secondly, throwing all caution to the winds, chancing flipping the tractor over, I wildly jacked up the adjacent driving axle the brake axle powers, this act freed the tires friction upon the earth. Thirdly, I while my right hand held supportive spur-gear wires, with my free left using the smallest pry bar we had in any tool box I lifted the differential enough, Tom pushing everything FINALLY slid together. In celebration we went to Mickey-D’s for lunch and a couple long tall refilled soda’s. The brakes installed, our arms tired, we called it a day at 5:00 PM. Come morning we’ll re-install the fuel tank, top off gear lube, bolt down the cab mounts, and put on the hoods.
No pictures tonight. So involved with trying to get it done, on a roll, I gave no thought as to picture taken that what isn’t in the book. BGKC.
Fernan

some lite readin

Terrible nights sleep. Tossed and turned all nite, awake three hours the longest stretch. If I should suggest I’m tired today, I am.
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Fust they was the reading “Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus” book. Now if that weren’t informative enough a pair of comics have written “Women Are Crazy, Men Are Stupid” book. E-gads all this enlightenment is all to much for my already overloaded brain to comprehend. If there’s anything I don’t want to know, at this time in my life, are all the complications in my marriage simplified with my adventuress Herr Clink, at this long lasted late date.
I didn’t read the fust book, don’t plan reading second book either. Although, even if don’t get a Doctorate, I've (we've) at least earned an Honorable Mention.
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Tom by my side we took to simply put the 4-180’s reconditioned brake assemblies back together again. Holey crapola…. When I had pulled that brake drum off the side of the 4-180 tractor yesterday I had inadvertently pulled the braking axel some. With it dropping two gears deep inside the gear case. One of them a spur gear in a differential, the other an actuating spur gear to slow or stop drive main axle’s forward or backward movement. Sooooo…. Seeing as how I pulled a real boner this time, Tom and I immediately gave up putting anything back together, our setting about draining the tractor’s fuel tank into 15 five gallon cans. The fuel tank moved out of the way tomorrow will primarily expose the gear case’s top cover.
One thing sure, I’ll be glad when this simple brake repair gone a-rye fixing is over and done with. BGKC.
Fernan

9-11-o9 I remember a day on hold

I remember watching and listening to Charlie Gibson, an ABC TV camera picking up on the flight of a second Airliner flying over NY city and unbelievably flew right into the second trade center sky scraper. Un real, unbelievable, I was dumb founded staying glued to my TV for a couple hours beyond my most usual time. The animals needed my attention. Tools and machines needed my attention. It seemed as I remember that day I spent my working time close into the shop quietly making fixes that allow me to listen to radio commentary. Life, the most precious gift given, It had hurt seeing them taken and denied by individuals of twisted minds so wasted to take others with them.
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Most important news of the day….
Halleluiah! Joe, you’re home and resting. Take it easy, follow the doctors orders, take your medicines and eat right. If you’ve got to do something merely go out and sit beside it. That’s what I’ve done, doing things in such ways similarly liking minding my mother, way back when, like watching the dishes. Please sneak up on your old routines slowly. I’m sure they won’t be getting up and running away.
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I must have had one full day yesterday. My routine is all fouled up. Have over slept by almost three hours beyond my usual. I seemed to be extra slow moving up and out this AM. Meds taken an hour and a half late means breaking fast while even be another hour later.
I know how it’s going to be. Another uncomfortable day crawling around, about, and under that 4-180 White tractor. Biggest making repairs problem is the to close proximity of the tractor drivers to close to the braking parts area. Somebody suggested removing the wheels and tires. “In his dreams” comes to mind. Tire replacements will be tough enough doing when those days come, without pushing it.
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The day wound-up same-o’, same-o’, as described about with one exception, I finished up a hands washing removing grease and dirt from my hands and hide. From taking more tractor apart than originally intended. So I’d spent most my time cleaning parts. Six shims to clean and re-assembly may start shortly after I‘ve found Tom. One of us will have to hold up the brake drum while the other slides it back into place. The most difficult part of the assembly done, the rest of the assembly will be easy. All the dirty work done putting them back together again is the best part to me. Plus in this case once having the completed assembly put together to have it work as it’s intended. BGKC.
Fernan

It’s the breaks

Started the day out to move one big old none running clumsy Pettybone loader-backhoe out of one of our yards. Putting the 4-180 to it for guaranteed traction we managed to pull it out of the weeds. The hydraulic system having lost its fluid steering the monster by proxy even was impossible. Well we got it to the main drive. The steering wheels cocked to the left and unable to steer it we could go no further. It’ll need one heavy wrecker to pick it up and move it now.
While we were at it, messing around, we found the 4-180’ brakes to be non-working. The driveway blocked, The 4-180 right in front of the shop I commenced to take the brakes apart. Ann easy job really unless something has gone wrong. And enough had gone wrong enough, the brake parts didn’t come off the tractor easily. The right side the brake axel has a leaking seal; and, the brake discs lubed as they were had sometime along it’s recent life to have cooked and self destructed this side’s brake discs. Getting into the left side while no gear case lubricant hadn’t found a way into this side’s brake drum, it looks as if water had gotten, having a good time oxidizing (rusting) everything solidly together.
For parts we need one intermediately fixed iron brake disc, six replacement moving discs, three short cute little springs to hold one pair activation plates together, at least five new brake balls for that same activation disc assembly, and one axel seal for the right side. Both sides require a full take apart cleaning: dirty greased dirt right side plus use plenty brake clean. Left side requires the most new parts. A fixed disc broken, all one side’s the activation balls rusted to near un-description, three wee little brake springs tempered beyond relevant reuse, and a whole lot of cleaning to even freeing up the movement a couple related parts. Maybe we’ll have the parts we’ll need for fix beyond what are on shelf by noon. Before noon we clean parts for afternoon fix. Then 4-180 be ready to move.
Right now it is late. To late to care I was called out in the middle of the night to make fix a blue spark in a fence wire. A neighbor lady concerned over wire spark starting a fire. Anyway it’s fixed. And I’ll never get to see what I’ve never seen all my years. What we need is more experts, to uphold my bitchy mood. Maybe a picture tomorrow? BGKC.
Fernan

Day of litework

All numbers matching in a date, is that a good or bad Omen?
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Just did me a bit of lite work today. “Go pull a stump,” someone says. How’s one stump add up to six I’d like to know? theoretically this was the one stump, the first stump pulled out to be near big as a VW Beetle, the hole to dig it out big enough to bury two beetles side by side. Here it is….

There it goes

Then there were the five more keeping it company. They all added up to a full day’s fun.
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My next hay wagon’s wagon running gear finally freed, it followed me back home today after lunch.
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Lunch four hours late today, It was ate late. By time the supper time rolls around I’ll be ready for a beer and dessert. Well, that’s the way I am, flexible. BGKC.
Fernan

School start today

We've a second year alfalfa field looking good for a another cutting. Going to check with our neighborhood expert to see if and when I can take a third cutting this late in the season with doing any healths damage to the perennial crop?
This morning's must do's includes hauling in yesterday's baling and wrapping Then about 2:00 this afternoon bale that what I didn't finish last night. Luckily we weren't rained on yesterday afternoon or evening although at rained good amounts just eight miles south of me.
Hopefully I can get back to splitting wood tomorrow. Have rick left over from last season out here. Two more ricks either seasoned or drying. And I want three and a half more cord up here by the house. I think this time as much of it I use each winter I'm going to stack most of it right off the near side the deck. Save me toting or loading/unloading Cushman backed up to the deck. Should-a been doing it this-a-way for last 15 years. Some edgamication is slow learnened.
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Finally finishing the haying at about 3:45 PM I was one late puppy for lunch. Having eatened, it was crunch time to finish-up the taking of soil samples and get them into the elevator before 5:00 PM for shipment to Ohio Labs. The grounds we took the sudex off of, thinking planting winter wheat on them for cover crop and spring hay.
Samples in hand heading for the elevator, Handy hails me down for a Crossroads ride. Okay, “Hope in.” I told him, “I have to stop at the elevator first.” Turning in soil samples found out no alfalfa cutting between Aug 15th and Sep 15th. During that time alfalfa crop gathers nutrients from the air for winter hibernation. However f crop isn’t needed in dire straights it is better to leave it winter with its last growth under the snow. After Sep15th have at the mowing baling wrapping. Soooo, this season’s planting and haying dependent upon a bale counting we may or may not be done yet!
Getting back from the Crossroads Handy’s son is reported stranded in Otisville with flat tired bicycle. Getting directions from his grandmother (hard of hearing we’d learn) we were on our way. We moseyed slow through the village. Any to quickly, a body’s missed seeing it. So small a village a body nears see’s it all better if caught by the one and only traffic light. Through town twice looking for something with a big “D” on it we didn’t see the kid. Stopping by a couple his friends we finally got a handle on where he was at via another parent’s cell phone. Back into the village we went finding under a sign with something resembling “B’s” in the party store’s name.
Three whole hours chasing, I missed my rattlers on time. Having to gas Ugly I found my choice of beers. I bought three packs so’s I’d have my favorite to swill for a few days.
Get home, I still had chores, carrying the groceries, specially my beer, and all the trash to get out.
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Yesterday’s finished baling .…..


Loading out the last of this morning’s baling…..


My hay yard’s finished for now…..


Northern honkers stopping by plus more joining them every day.


Only caught-up for but one evening. Tomorrow starts soil preparation and sewing seed. I think I just might like a couple winter days snowen under. BGKC.
Fernan

I labored I did

With Tom's help wood split this AM. Maybe two Ugly pickin'-up loads. Ground feed and it was time for Tom to tell me he had to party. I ate a couple hamburgers for lunch. The WD45 hooked to old #7 AC hay-rake we raked the 50/50 hay. Then went straight to baling the last of the Sudex. Was to bale two hay fields, only my light diminished to only a hour’s left. No lights to finish or come home by it were time to quit. Besides, my mental and physical energy was about burned out. I almost made my goal even with help's desertion. Come morning baring any more surprises I’ll finish second field’s cut, haul all the bales in and wrap them even if it be alone. I hope everybody’s made a good day of it today. BGKC.
Fernan

9-6-o9 A deserved slowen day

Today wasn’t a notably busy day. If there’s anything what messes up my daily time line is some neighborhood souls who’ve got to have me fin this, do that, and they don’t have solid list to cleanly knock of. Bro’s got to have a wire, and insulators to fix a fence he plans to contain a cow. Okay, I go. When I get there the cow’s out walking around grazing here and there. She wasn’t going anywhere. She was just hangout along a common fence separating her from her mates. So then it became my task to put her back in the pen where she was supposedly stay. So friendly she was she denied me putting a halter on her. So attuned to enjoying corn she refused to follow me my carrying her feed bucket. Did in time let her think she was leading me on a merry chase. When she went up to and inside the barn I had her. She could have just gone up there in the first place saving having to worry her back to where she rightly belonged.
Two party’s wanting soil samples, I was delegated to collect and prepare them for shipment. Bro’s backyard was like dried concrete. The Vassar road fields easily yielded their soils to my measured and addressed bags.
The girls in the hollow required feeding this evening. The sudex beyond the hollow I passed on baling it today. Another day’s drying it’ll be ready tomorrow. Must also rake the 50/50 hay field and bale it tomorrow.
Made some plans for splitting wood early tomorrow morning before it becomes hot. Lastly I fed my charges here and relaxed in a bit of celebrations mode. Popped a top and enjoying the brew lazily sliding down my throat. Great stuff these Seagram’s peach flavored Fuzzy Navel beers. I’m hooked when I can buy them. BGKC.
Fernan

PS: I like these Seagram’s beers lower in alcohol content then almost any-other fermented drink. Enjoyed in moderation, as in my case, they’re better for me than a Pepsi or customary beer. Damned, they are good!

Slow & Fast

It was a slow day’s start turned fast with an ugly “Get off it!” so to speak phone call. Bro’s heifers needed hay and he had no loader. So I had to take one from this to that end. A perfectly calm morning was about to be ruined. Tom calls, wants to play in the sand box. ‘tween Bro’ and Tom I ain’t about to get any rest. So I’d decided to let Tom mow another hay-field. That was alright in itself only Tom made five mistakes. One he didn’t wait for me. Two and three instead of using the hay-field gateway he drove over the fence. Forth he drove across the hay field subjecting himself to possibly cleaning plugs out of the mower-conditioner he was using. Fifth he drove all over the hay he’d just cut on the headlands. It’s alright crossing over the alfalfa/grass headlands hay windrows, not drive on them lengthwise.
They’re day’s it just ain’t easy teaching the finer unwritten points of farming to a younger one.
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Try to avoid traffic
Okay, I live and make like I’m the hardest working individual taken it easy in the rural life. Uncomfortable driving into and around about the big city I try to satisfy all my driving needs to a couple little bergs four mile radius the homestead. And, then I got to put up with this or these thoughtless creatures thinking they own the road from an angle they approach it. I was stuck here waiting out 23 jaywalkers making a nescience of themselves just about around any corner.
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Spent afternoon making what hay I could. Hauled it in and wrapped it. One side trip what Handy had taken apart the old corncrib loaded on a trailer, I delivered it to Handy’s work area.
It’s been a good day. I got in early enough to enjoy a beer. Supper was a good stir fried surprise. BGKC.
Fernan

The hay push remains

First stop right out the drive fueling five cans for fueling three tractors? Two for sure.
These walls are covered in the sun’s yellow light streaming in the windows. How lovely to look at, cozy and warm impressions for morning eyes to wake up to.
Anybody recommend a phsickyatwist? I got to get Chip’s head examined. While he’s volunteered to drive loaded hay wagons in, he continues to fret over the wood chopping isn’t. Sheesh, I can chop, cut, split, haul, and stack wood in the rain and snow. I won’t mow my lawn in the rain for the damage done the mower deck. The same goes for making hay. I have chopped hay under new fallen snow. And that was not easy in any way shape manner or form. From a sticky mess cutting and blowing a wet crop into a wagon to miserably pitching it out when the PTO drive can’t handle such heavy load, even a presumed light one.
Four more days “Chip.”
Bottom line, I’ve never axed, Chip, to cut my firewood.
Ho boy! I haven’t told, Chip, I’m going to cut at least one more alfalfa field as of in a couple words, “Not yet.”
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The first three quarters the hay I baled today went easy enough. The last quarter, regardless what field I was in was a bear. To finish the first field I went into what I call my sneaking up on the windrows mode to bale them. I was determined I wasn’t going back. Thankfully, I project this hay making push to wind-up one way or another come Monday afternoon latest. Push come to shove to get this cutting up I’ll even stoop so low as to chance it using old number ‘7’ styled PTO driven AC hay-rake behind the WD45. It might be a slow going hay raking but I’m determined to win the last baled round!
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In at a reasonable hour, I am so tired I’m hoping I don’t fall asleep in my soup. Worse I don’t even know whether it’s soup we’re having tonight. I hope I’m still awake to find out. Be even better I should remember what I ate when I drift off to ZZZZZZ’s land which is gonna be soon. Ain’t going to be night to stay up for moon burns. BGKC.
Fernan

must been….

…..good day for me in spite what I didn’t get done. I had lived another day to have experienced another day. Laying down evening last I suffered a most uncomfortable cramp in my right calf. Before it had completely consumed me I had thought about taking a valium? Nah! Chose instead to consume a banana. They been selling locally @ $.10/#. A bargain really and should have purchased more. Been splendid deserts all by themselves. And her Ladyship the Cow charged with taking care of the yard’s trimming, she likes them also. Show Ms Cow banana peal and she’s right over.
A personally good day for me, it had turned out to also be a very good night. Once I had eatened that banana, my tummy full, my pain having been put at bay, I was off to a totally boring dreamland. Still I was all night sleeping like a log. Stirred but once seeing the clock and immediately though “Get up for what?” and easily drifted back off again only knowing a few moments ago Frieda was serving coffee. Her movement having caused me to stir, I really weren’t in any hurry to rise. I had nothing profound to say. Yup, Frieda’s so good to me…. She wants me to tak’er yard sale-ing this morning. Seems she’s gotten wind of a treadler sewing machine. This could prove expensive. Well, at least the coffee was in a cup and not in bed. {;^) While I had remained dry I considered my options to stay that a-way.
So it seems over the years whatever I wanted I’ve always managed to have it. Hmm, she doesn’t ask for much. Hmm, it might be better I see what I can do to see she gets her a treadler. Hmm so, I went about my morning routine just a might earlier than the usual. Hmm, she had even fixed my breakfast herself. Hmm, uh ugh, she was working all the angles. Hmm, and I wonder if she knew I was paying attention? Hmm, so it was I was out of the drive west early. Hmm, first things first there had to be a bank hold up, and a gas and go convenience stop if I were spend it and come back home.
Heading west I lost track where I was confusing myself as to where I really wanted to go. I found myself driving a couple miles out of my way and on the wrong road. Through a good recovery I made a couple single left and right turns and ended up right where I wanted to be. In front of where I wanted to go I asked a neighbor directions this garage sale. It were across the street.
Walking in the treadler was close enough to what Boss Lady wanted. Priced so low, I gave the lady twice what it was priced. Think I was leaving a couple bearded gentlemen almost as good looking as myself, they’d been perfect had they had a hat like mine. Dog be gone they unloaded another one then lawn trimmers I already got a hatred for. Now the one already hanging on the wall has company. The way I look at them now, one of them just might be parts for the other, at ten bucks that’s a lot of parts. Meanwhile, I have two power heads for three-four made up attachments.
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Getting the real farm day going I stopped to pick-up Tom along my way. There I gas the JD loader tractor. Tom brought it home while I went ahead for some to-do’s I no linger remember. One thing sure the ladies in the hollow needed fed along our way. So we delivered hay in the hollow while dropping the wagon loader off. Further on to the shop we went we fueled diesel and gas cans, and second charged an air tank fo rthe baled tractor’s low driver tire. I’m not looking forward to fixing that. Here’s hoping that tire lasts till winter. It’d be a better inside job then than a hurried repair for a gotta get the crop in fix…
I baled hay until I could bale no more. To wet the baler refused to take it. 2:00 PM, it was dinner time. A sandwich, some juice and a glass milk I was ready to go; only, unable to move fast enough, I innocently napped for an hour and a half. Innocently I say! By the time I got back to the field a nice gentle breeze had come up helping to dry the sudex down more. So much more that sudex I couldn’t bale a couple hours earlier balled just fine late in the afternoon. So I had baled until I had quit.
About rattler time I took a few extra moments stopping off to see R.D.. Son of a gun while his eye surgery hadn’t left him with perfect or even good sight there was enough improvement he’s seeing more than he had before. It was explained he had better part time sight than he’d had before. He’s welcomed what little sight has been given him back. His wife more so has welcomed what little sight improvement has been given him back. Even better R.D.’s Mrs. seems quietly elated to see me coming. Uh, well, elated isn’t quite right either. But, I’ve tried to put the idea across.
A fair work day, getting something for my bride she wanted, feeling accomplished I was looking forward to that last Fuzzy Navel with my name on it the refrigerator. Only, it wasn’t there. Some ingrate had consumed it. Hmm, so much for having something to look forward to. (grrrrr) }:^(( Do as I say BGKC.
Fernan

Something extra…… (written this morning)
Yard sales, garage sales, rummage sales; what are all these events
really about? Yard or garage sales? Has anyone actually sold or bought a yard or garage? And rummage? Poking about in somebody else’s discarded history for a so call used bargain.
Personally I’ve never seen a yard or garage I wanted to buy and move! And rummaging about in another’s life, I rather make my own history as to buying some body else’s.
All these Miss Knowmer’s?
You’ll excuse me while I prepare for some such event’s attendance in my neighborhood.

must been….

…..good day for me in spite what I didn’t get done. I had lived another day to have experienced another day. Laying down evening last I suffered a most uncomfortable cramp in my right calf. Before it had completely consumed me I had thought about taking a valium? Nah! Chose instead to consume a banana. They been selling locally @ $.10/#. A bargain really and should have purchased more. Been splendid deserts all by themselves. And her Ladyship the Cow charged with taking care of the yard’s trimming, she likes them also. Show Ms Cow banana peal and she’s right over.
A personally good day for me, it had turned out to also be a very good night. Once I had eatened that banana, my tummy full, my pain having been put at bay, I was off to a totally boring dreamland. Still I was all night sleeping like a log. Stirred but once seeing the clock and immediately though “Get up for what?” and easily drifted back off again only knowing a few moments ago Frieda was serving coffee. Her movement having caused me to stir, I really weren’t in any hurry to rise. I had nothing profound to say. Yup, Frieda’s so good to me…. She wants me to tak’er yard sale-ing this morning. Seems she’s gotten wind of a treadler sewing machine. This could prove expensive. Well, at least the coffee was in a cup and not in bed. {;^) While I had remained dry I considered my options to stay that a-way.
So it seems over the years whatever I wanted I’ve always managed to have it. Hmm, she doesn’t ask for much. Hmm, it might be better I see what I can do to see she gets her a treadler. Hmm so, I went about my morning routine just a might earlier than the usual. Hmm, she had even fixed my breakfast herself. Hmm, uh ugh, she was working all the angles. Hmm, and I wonder if she knew I was paying attention? Hmm, so it was I was out of the drive west early. Hmm, first things first there had to be a bank hold up, and a gas and go convenience stop if I were spend it and come back home.
Heading west I lost track where I was confusing myself as to where I really wanted to go. I found myself driving a couple miles out of my way and on the wrong road. Through a good recovery I made a couple single left and right turns and ended up right where I wanted to be. In front of where I wanted to go I asked a neighbor directions this garage sale. It were across the street.
Walking in the treadler was close enough to what Boss Lady wanted. Priced so low, I gave the lady twice what it was priced. Think I was leaving a couple bearded gentlemen almost as good looking as myself, they’d been perfect had they had a hat like mine. Dog be gone they unloaded another one then lawn trimmers I already got a hatred for. Now the one already hanging on the wall has company. The way I look at them now, one of them just might be parts for the other, at ten bucks that’s a lot of parts. Meanwhile, I have two power heads for three-four made up attachments.
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Getting the real farm day going I stopped to pick-up Tom along my way. There I gas the JD loader tractor. Tom brought it home while I went ahead for some to-do’s I no linger remember. One thing sure the ladies in the hollow needed fed along our way. So we delivered hay in the hollow while dropping the wagon loader off. Further on to the shop we went we fueled diesel and gas cans, and second charged an air tank fo rthe baled tractor’s low driver tire. I’m not looking forward to fixing that. Here’s hoping that tire lasts till winter. It’d be a better inside job then than a hurried repair for a gotta get the crop in fix…
I baled hay until I could bale no more. To wet the baler refused to take it. 2:00 PM, it was dinner time. A sandwich, some juice and a glass milk I was ready to go; only, unable to move fast enough, I innocently napped for an hour and a half. Innocently I say! By the time I got back to the field a nice gentle breeze had come up helping to dry the sudex down more. So much more that sudex I couldn’t bale a couple hours earlier balled just fine late in the afternoon. So I had baled until I had quit.
About rattler time I took a few extra moments stopping off to see R.D.. Son of a gun while his eye surgery hadn’t left him with perfect or even good sight there was enough improvement he’s seeing more than he had before. It was explained he had better part time sight than he’d had before. He’s welcomed what little sight has been given him back. His wife more so has welcomed what little sight improvement has been given him back. Even better R.D.’s Mrs. seems quietly elated to see me coming. Uh, well, elated isn’t quite right either. But, I’ve tried to put the idea across.
A fair work day, getting something for my bride she wanted, feeling accomplished I was looking forward to that last Fuzzy Navel with my name on it the refrigerator. Only, it wasn’t there. Some ingrate had consumed it. Hmm, so much for having something to look forward to. (grrrrr) }:^(( Do as I say BGKC.
Fernan

Something extra……
Yard sales, garage sales, rummage sales; what are all these events
really about? Yard or garage sales? Has anyone actually sold or bought a yard or garage? And rummage? Poking about in somebody else’s discarded history for a so call used bargain.
Personally I’ve never seen a yard or garage I wanted to buy and move! And rummaging about in another’s life, I rather make my own history as to buying some body else’s.
All these Miss Knowmer’s?
You’ll excuse me while I prepare for some such event’s attendance in my neighborhood.