Two Fur.

Not much to record for yesterday. Frieda and I had slept good. I get to eat my weekend menu alone, having done something wrong over cooking it. It’s my dually worst cooked up contribution badest meal “Yuk” what has ever been made in this household to date. It were the noodles what did it in fur me. A couple more brave eating the stuff likely all I’ll be able to take, I suspect this bad dish will be sneakily fed to the cats any day now, when Frieda isn’t looking. Meany-while, Frieda’s bravely turned eating my master piece down.
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Neighborhood news:

Rained a gentle drizzle all day yesterday soaking me to the skin. Another neighbor, Barry, went with me going over to, Handy's, and did what we could to finish up< Hand's septic system's drain field until we run out of stone.

What had happened, Handy went into a diabetic coma coming downstairs for a sugar test and insulin fix when he passed out compound breaking both pones in his left calf four nights ago.

So, he's out of it for the next couple months at least. An all around hand at his greenhouse job, his employer tells him he'll work the cash register as to tryin' physical labors around the houses and beds.

"Handy" the "Gimp" hasn't heard the end of this yet.

Fernan
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Gosh, the weather turning chilly Saturday afternoon and wet over night on into all day Sunday and last night; The ladies have gotten their appetites back. They were eating one bale a day for four days, then two bales over Saturday night. My ladies are still holding it up for me seeing any 2010 model calf contributions out here. I’m wondering, first day on the job, did the bull take a day OFF or go on vacation?
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March coming in like lamb may very well go out the same way. I’m already apprehensive about April’s (traditionally) rainy offerings?
Week ends news militias in four states (Michigan, Ohio, Indians, Illinois) have been raided. With these militias raided am I supposed to feel unprotected from what? Have got a neighbor belonging to a militia. He worries me! Has got his-self either fenced IN or other’s fenced out. And, thinks there are body’s outside waiting to get him…. (weird!)
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What’s FoxFire Farm’s got on for today? Have got to order up medications for Frieda and myself. Wish I had some more needed runs towards Mt Morris. I’ve two needed tuxedo’s at my seamstresses supposedly repaired since last Wednesday. Been wearing my newest Tux for last couple weeks. It won’t look like new long at my present rate of activity I’ve been wearing it into. I know of another need in that direction. I need some caned tomatoes for any more my deep cooked challenged meal cook-ups. Need about four cans beets for their juice and either white or fruit (apple or grape) vinegar to set the juices to color my rather dirty looking white canvas like hats (one safari & two Gilligan). I like their fits and uses. What I don’t like are their stained looks. Thinking adding some color will give them a more dashing sick look.
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Bro’ now has two AI-ed calves to his credit.
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Tried as we may we tried to finish up Handy’s Leach field. We hauled in more stone. Almost had it all placed, one last material bucket to go, the 1816 Case skid steer’s battery shot (our frequently jumping it to start engine) the starter bendix went kaput! Chasing parts found out Tecumseh went out of business (2008) two yrs ago. Only available bendix is and an after market contribution to the well running of such an engine. The part likely outsourced to a china-man in Asia. It’ll be here in minimum of four days paid in advance of course!
Before the skid steer’s calamitied breakdown I had shaved some earth off our lawn evening some the grade off between the ramp’s end and driveway. The disturbed area I seeded with some salvaged orchard grass seed I lightly covered with hay (for straw) for some rainy washout protection to disrupt my efforts.
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Bless her heart Frieda, my coming in dog tired beatened, she fixed me my supper. O lawd how I do like being waited on hand and foot. I think I’ll redress for bed and grab me a beer. BGKC.
Fernan