I swear, I can neither keep up nor get caught up around here…, hear? Only but three pieces firewood in the house. What seasoned wood there is its buried under a load of relatively green stuff. Foyer’s full of burnable trash needing condensing. There’s summer tools and such out there needing winter put away. Undependable weather forecasts mess up universally changed on the go-go lanes. My biggest problem I realize is I can’t keep up with myself!
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Between hay making, baler repairs, unsuccessful weed control do to unreliable old mowing machine having been pushed further than it is capable of doing what has been asked of it. Nuts!!!
I’m hop-scotching across my calendar with my journal up-keeps. Nuts!!!!!!
Haying’s opportunities not yet done, loads of firewood still uncut, I’m tiring out and slowen down. Nuts!!!!!!!!!! And I’m sure snow’s coming.
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Waking this AM I had another one of them rare feelings I was about to set the world on fire. Out the door, I set out on foot down to the barn. We (Sneak & I) hoped into dumpy truck to feed out about six bushel bread and a couple bushel carrots to the neighborhood ladies. That went well enough until we’d headed up the driveway. Both of us having a need I let Sneak go first. Big mistake!! A Gargantuan mystake!!!! While I waited in a line of one, I experienced another one them 102% fall outs. An Oop's had over taken me! Frieda suggested I must have taken a chill sometime during these last few days. Crap! Shower time again. I was scarcely cleaned up and I again had a repeated urge. Taken care of it without renewed disastrous miscomings I opted to stay home close to the facilities.
Well, while we hadn’t set the world on fire Sneak and I attempted to catch up on some household chores. Really more like household needs. While Sneak attacked the kitchen I took to hands on combat clearing out the foyer for it’s seasonal transformation into Winter’s wood shed. Sneak had also started more laundry. Lawd, I needed some, as it seems, clean emergency fallout recovery duds.
I got down and clever cutting up useful sized shop rags. I hate that kind of a shop job when I need a clean rag rat now and I’s grabbed some whole hat’s sized as a full scale garment. So if thing’s is going-a get made right, its up to me. Nuts. Threw-out some numbers of ruptured-knee/torn-pocket bibs. It’s evening now, and I’m still feeling queasy. Damned if it don’t feel like it might better be a depends night. Argh!
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
Rainy Day Update
Teamster my arse!
It was to dark to be moving hay in the first place. The second place tractor lights had failed to light. I surmise he’d bounced through the front barnyard creek and the bale bounced free the loader forks throwing the load forward. Before Sneak could stop he’d rolled the tractor over the dislodged load.
Sweetheart our top resident barn-cat is as surprised as I was over this driven incident.
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Backing the trucks, tractors, and everything else up involving spent time, all I can add is I’ve been; been really busier than a cowboy lassoing a cow from upon an activated pogo stick. I’ve been pushing the varied envelopes for trying to clear away Fall’s unfinished do’s and don’t’s.
Been trying to harvest problem weeds and broke the old mower’s sickle bar in the midst of that. Exchanged the old IH hay rake for the AC 3speed for gathing together those weeds. Excused myself from picking those weeds up for disposal, my having to either mow or bale hay. The baler‘s got problems. It stands in front of shop requiring a new stop (guide) welded in for a belt’s proper tracking. That’s for starters, baler actually needs two new welded in guides.
Now add to this while it is raining, yesterday’s balings are standing on a wagon waiting to be wrapped. Now while it is raining I’m waiting for the rain’s to let up so’s I may procure ground feed supplements. Those paper bags don’t hold up well gotten wet. While it’s raining I can’t wrench and weld baler. While it’s raining if baler were fixed I can’t finish my baling.
Getting in well after dark the above pictured scene met me on my way down the ramp. It’s been a fun filled couple three days in Shorthorn amusement country.
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Turning left out of the driveway I picked up medications and milk plus some incidentals. Getting back used an Ollie to pull JD off the hay bale.
Was near noon before sun some out. Rains over some hours before they come again we got the grinding done. Later Bro’ brought home another load his garbage. Wonderful, just freaking wonderful! This load 2 pallets pickles, 1 pallet load carrots, 1 box miscellaneous fruits and vegetables including potatoes, miscellaneous apples, a watermelon, and five boxes assort bread stuffs. We sorted out a splendid six or seven bushel cache of food stuffs for our basement’s winter storage and eventual eating. Gardening has been good to us this season.
Nut’s, will be unwrapping baked goods for near a weak. Took inventory all needing done tomorrow. I see no immediate nap time in my near future.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
It was to dark to be moving hay in the first place. The second place tractor lights had failed to light. I surmise he’d bounced through the front barnyard creek and the bale bounced free the loader forks throwing the load forward. Before Sneak could stop he’d rolled the tractor over the dislodged load.
Sweetheart our top resident barn-cat is as surprised as I was over this driven incident.
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Backing the trucks, tractors, and everything else up involving spent time, all I can add is I’ve been; been really busier than a cowboy lassoing a cow from upon an activated pogo stick. I’ve been pushing the varied envelopes for trying to clear away Fall’s unfinished do’s and don’t’s.
Been trying to harvest problem weeds and broke the old mower’s sickle bar in the midst of that. Exchanged the old IH hay rake for the AC 3speed for gathing together those weeds. Excused myself from picking those weeds up for disposal, my having to either mow or bale hay. The baler‘s got problems. It stands in front of shop requiring a new stop (guide) welded in for a belt’s proper tracking. That’s for starters, baler actually needs two new welded in guides.
Now add to this while it is raining, yesterday’s balings are standing on a wagon waiting to be wrapped. Now while it is raining I’m waiting for the rain’s to let up so’s I may procure ground feed supplements. Those paper bags don’t hold up well gotten wet. While it’s raining I can’t wrench and weld baler. While it’s raining if baler were fixed I can’t finish my baling.
Getting in well after dark the above pictured scene met me on my way down the ramp. It’s been a fun filled couple three days in Shorthorn amusement country.
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Turning left out of the driveway I picked up medications and milk plus some incidentals. Getting back used an Ollie to pull JD off the hay bale.
Was near noon before sun some out. Rains over some hours before they come again we got the grinding done. Later Bro’ brought home another load his garbage. Wonderful, just freaking wonderful! This load 2 pallets pickles, 1 pallet load carrots, 1 box miscellaneous fruits and vegetables including potatoes, miscellaneous apples, a watermelon, and five boxes assort bread stuffs. We sorted out a splendid six or seven bushel cache of food stuffs for our basement’s winter storage and eventual eating. Gardening has been good to us this season.
Nut’s, will be unwrapping baked goods for near a weak. Took inventory all needing done tomorrow. I see no immediate nap time in my near future.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Both Patients & Patience……
….we were both yesterday. The preceding day Fillip with me, Fillip’s medical insurance card had been denied acceptance and turned away by an ill equipped female in Doc’s office staff. I was either teed off, ticked off, or all the above.
Backing our butt’s up, yesterday we had wakened to a wet morning’s rain. It had come down most the night and there seemed to be no let up in its intensity. All three of us in this household were already contemplating our each one diving into the pain killing medicine bottle of our individual choices. It was as I had personally practiced a good day to see the doc.
Of course as practiced, myself prone to slow starts on otherwise inclement day’s I goofed off the morning hours. These hours what may be called a well earned few misplaced hours for an owed displaced Sunday’s day of rest. Cows know nothing of a day off. They must be looked after as if they were children. They’ve got to be fed, rules of proper conduct in their case enforced (feces checked), and their health’s looked after. Often times these duties include planting or making hay when the sun shines. Regardless the original reasons for visiting the Doc’s office it was Frieda’s reasoning as long as Fillip was (had) moved into our neighborhood, Fillip ought to be seen by our family Doctor when he was in reasonably good health.
Following disappointment, Fillip and I went to the shop wherein out of the rain we sorted through his junk (I’ve got to be honest) for his tools and other useful belongings. During this time stepping out of the shop for a moment I had called Doc’s office and spoke the business woman in his life, his wife. We negotiated a another appointment. Myself feeling somewhat short of this day’s healthy best this sorting was cut short. I had to come home.
Tuesday both of us with appointments went to Doc’s office. I trust Doc. His taking care of Frieda and I has been exemplanary. His wife, bless her heart, knows how to get things done including knowing how to wade through difficult paperwork. Under her supervision the receptionist finally managed to get through Fillip’s paper work in a correct and fruitful manner. Fillip’s got himself a good Doctor.
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Starting early we got the decrepit old mowing machine back together again and hopefully fixed to last a couple hours. We’ve also gotten a salt feeder’s rotten rubber salt pan removed and a better plastic installed in it’s place for the next bull’s perusal. We’ll see how long this framed bucket lasts? Then we were asked to fundamentally put some trailer body panels together on the livestock trailer. Seems it’s going north this weekend to a Shorthorn livestock sale.
So this has been our day.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Backing our butt’s up, yesterday we had wakened to a wet morning’s rain. It had come down most the night and there seemed to be no let up in its intensity. All three of us in this household were already contemplating our each one diving into the pain killing medicine bottle of our individual choices. It was as I had personally practiced a good day to see the doc.
Of course as practiced, myself prone to slow starts on otherwise inclement day’s I goofed off the morning hours. These hours what may be called a well earned few misplaced hours for an owed displaced Sunday’s day of rest. Cows know nothing of a day off. They must be looked after as if they were children. They’ve got to be fed, rules of proper conduct in their case enforced (feces checked), and their health’s looked after. Often times these duties include planting or making hay when the sun shines. Regardless the original reasons for visiting the Doc’s office it was Frieda’s reasoning as long as Fillip was (had) moved into our neighborhood, Fillip ought to be seen by our family Doctor when he was in reasonably good health.
Following disappointment, Fillip and I went to the shop wherein out of the rain we sorted through his junk (I’ve got to be honest) for his tools and other useful belongings. During this time stepping out of the shop for a moment I had called Doc’s office and spoke the business woman in his life, his wife. We negotiated a another appointment. Myself feeling somewhat short of this day’s healthy best this sorting was cut short. I had to come home.
Tuesday both of us with appointments went to Doc’s office. I trust Doc. His taking care of Frieda and I has been exemplanary. His wife, bless her heart, knows how to get things done including knowing how to wade through difficult paperwork. Under her supervision the receptionist finally managed to get through Fillip’s paper work in a correct and fruitful manner. Fillip’s got himself a good Doctor.
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Starting early we got the decrepit old mowing machine back together again and hopefully fixed to last a couple hours. We’ve also gotten a salt feeder’s rotten rubber salt pan removed and a better plastic installed in it’s place for the next bull’s perusal. We’ll see how long this framed bucket lasts? Then we were asked to fundamentally put some trailer body panels together on the livestock trailer. Seems it’s going north this weekend to a Shorthorn livestock sale.
So this has been our day.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Monday, September 19, 2011
Rainy day do’s
Although it is a rainy day I’ve (we’ve) got some rainy day do’s. Like the recently resurrected mowing machine had two broken knives needing replacement, the shop needs putting into order again, Bro’s freezer needs defrosting, and I can use some more beef in my freezer.
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A steady pouring down rain sort-a discouraged our dashing out into the late summer’s offering of splendid weather. And then not feeling right up there in the pink I found it a good time to exercise my lazy side. So I did just that even to periodically include resting my eyes. Noon coming and going our fitting lunch into the same time period we prepared ourselves for actually getting out of the house an on down the road to put in some shop time. Interestingly enough while I was not feeling all that good earlier I should have followed a premonition and not left the house.
Not long with in the shops walls sorting Sneak’s junk from his useful tools I experienced a rumbling queasy feeling welling somewhere below and behind my navel button. What was worse I either sneezed or coughed and experienced a 102% fall out. Oh crap! By gum while we were there I kept my stinky present as much distanced as I could from Sneak’s jovial presents and tried accomplishing something.
I don’t know what it was? A reminder of dirty diapers perhaps from and earlier age? I was very uncomfortable. I wanted to go home!
Upon reaching home I nonchalantly entered my happy home and immediately approached the library and it’s throne. There I took up reading a catalogue while I thought a mater or two out. Exlaxed relieved I disrobed adding my dirtied threads to a load of laundry to do, Cleared the throne cranking down what looked like a extra abandoned contributions and showered to remove and get the stink off. On coming out of the shower I dried and grabbed one of my ladies robes, put it on and in passing grabbed a fuzzy blanket I’d picked up in passing and dove under it while I also dived into my chair. Cocooned I was prepared to huddle here until I had warmly dried.
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Being a rainy day I tried making a medical appointment with Doc only to be turned down by his receptionist telling Sneak his insurance was unacceptable. What? Sometime later I made a second phone call and talked to the boss lady. Doc’s wife! We chatted and found there was an amiable solution. Doc’s office will take Sneak’s card.
As long as I was showered all over, cleaned, and smelling oh so sweet I called Doc’s office again. I got one his tech’s. The tech asking why for I wanted an appointment I told her I was allover leaking plasma. She (the dingbat) immediately started to give me a hard time. Yakking at me as if I didn’t know what I was talking about, I told her, “I’m bleeding all over likely on account of the blood thinners I’m on!”
Really the bottom line, I do believe I’ve been leaking plasma (a clear sticky fluid) as I have said. I’ve experienced sunburns like right thru my summer shirts, plus hundreds of odd little minuet pimples (liking from ingrown hairs) Frieda has summed up this last malady as prickly heat. I’m over most these problems for the present. But then again perhaps my medications may need some adjustment. I won’t know until I bring these problems to Doc’s attention for another sucked blood analyzing. That is if I can get my family past Doc’s left-field staff for proper care.
Just from where do all these 90 day wonder ex-spurts come from?
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
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A steady pouring down rain sort-a discouraged our dashing out into the late summer’s offering of splendid weather. And then not feeling right up there in the pink I found it a good time to exercise my lazy side. So I did just that even to periodically include resting my eyes. Noon coming and going our fitting lunch into the same time period we prepared ourselves for actually getting out of the house an on down the road to put in some shop time. Interestingly enough while I was not feeling all that good earlier I should have followed a premonition and not left the house.
Not long with in the shops walls sorting Sneak’s junk from his useful tools I experienced a rumbling queasy feeling welling somewhere below and behind my navel button. What was worse I either sneezed or coughed and experienced a 102% fall out. Oh crap! By gum while we were there I kept my stinky present as much distanced as I could from Sneak’s jovial presents and tried accomplishing something.
I don’t know what it was? A reminder of dirty diapers perhaps from and earlier age? I was very uncomfortable. I wanted to go home!
Upon reaching home I nonchalantly entered my happy home and immediately approached the library and it’s throne. There I took up reading a catalogue while I thought a mater or two out. Exlaxed relieved I disrobed adding my dirtied threads to a load of laundry to do, Cleared the throne cranking down what looked like a extra abandoned contributions and showered to remove and get the stink off. On coming out of the shower I dried and grabbed one of my ladies robes, put it on and in passing grabbed a fuzzy blanket I’d picked up in passing and dove under it while I also dived into my chair. Cocooned I was prepared to huddle here until I had warmly dried.
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Being a rainy day I tried making a medical appointment with Doc only to be turned down by his receptionist telling Sneak his insurance was unacceptable. What? Sometime later I made a second phone call and talked to the boss lady. Doc’s wife! We chatted and found there was an amiable solution. Doc’s office will take Sneak’s card.
As long as I was showered all over, cleaned, and smelling oh so sweet I called Doc’s office again. I got one his tech’s. The tech asking why for I wanted an appointment I told her I was allover leaking plasma. She (the dingbat) immediately started to give me a hard time. Yakking at me as if I didn’t know what I was talking about, I told her, “I’m bleeding all over likely on account of the blood thinners I’m on!”
Really the bottom line, I do believe I’ve been leaking plasma (a clear sticky fluid) as I have said. I’ve experienced sunburns like right thru my summer shirts, plus hundreds of odd little minuet pimples (liking from ingrown hairs) Frieda has summed up this last malady as prickly heat. I’m over most these problems for the present. But then again perhaps my medications may need some adjustment. I won’t know until I bring these problems to Doc’s attention for another sucked blood analyzing. That is if I can get my family past Doc’s left-field staff for proper care.
Just from where do all these 90 day wonder ex-spurts come from?
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
9-18-2011 For real
Sneak and I did some PR-ing this morning collecting some priceless coffee for some often delivered trade goods. There may even be a worked out minor body repairs start for my Dumpy truck this winter…. Well, I can dream and hope.
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Social obligations taken care of over a couple cups of priceless coffee, Sneak and I finished taking care of the surplus food stuffs unwrapping and feeding it all out in three lots. All before Supper
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
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Social obligations taken care of over a couple cups of priceless coffee, Sneak and I finished taking care of the surplus food stuffs unwrapping and feeding it all out in three lots. All before Supper
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
9-18-2011 Stats
Upon arrival the young man’s distanced destination he brought the really old truck to a stop. Leaving it in gear so’s it’d not roll away, he stepped down on the soil he hadn’t seen for three weeks. Looking about himself the immediate scene nowhere did he see his friend. Had he also experienced unhappiness here? Packed it in and went looking for something better? Taking a stance the driver shouted out his friend’s name, “Stats*,” to each the North, West, South, and East directions. A moment or to passed and he heard his friend answer in his way, “I’m here!“ The truck drive looking into the direction of the recognized voice to see him coming out of the brush lining the other side of the road from where is friend had then hurried as if automatic to close the distance between them. He to had to have wanted to see and be near his friend. The party of the 1st part, the young man with the truck so missed, the party of the 2nd part, almost immediately came out of the wilderness he had ventured into. An emergence 1st cautious walk turned into an on the dead run the two friends meeting with a number of serious hugs and loving words exchanged between the two friends. Stats’ the big gray tiger cat’s master had come home. The joy was sweet and equally demonstrated by each in their own way. The truck driver Sneak, Sneak’s return was to be a joyous and short one. He’d be around for only the next 24 hrs. Sneak had returned to pick up what those belonging’s of his he’d learn still remained. Upon day two, Spats’ not to be left alone again made sure he was in that truck as it was driven away from an unhappy old household. He knew not where he was going but was happy he was going just the same. Stats here only a couple days has already’s decided he’s already decided this is his home. He’s already taken to giving and receiving all our love. Stats has already unconditionally made our home his. This then is my written story as I believe I had heard and understand it and I’m sticking to it. Bottom line, animals can be so very surprisingly universally devoted and loving.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
*Stats…..“Stats” spelled the same forwards or backwards shall always come out correctly spoken or written. (grin)
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
*Stats…..“Stats” spelled the same forwards or backwards shall always come out correctly spoken or written. (grin)
Saturday, September 17, 2011
un-titled
With moneys in the replacement sofa fund, Sneak and myself slipped off into the city in search of a new said sofa. The 1st stop the Salvation Army Store. We looked hard at the offerings and saw nothing to suit our needs. Not discouraged our next stop was a little further into Flints busier business center going to/into St Vincent De Paul poor many’s shopping center. Here we looked even longer deeper into the offerings and again found nothing either to our need’s purpose nor style. The 1st criteria was the sofa’s 7’ between the arms length. The 2nd criteria was the sofa’s style, as it must fit into our house. The 3rd criteria was it’s looks. Of-course if the first two criteria are met there’ll be some unilateral ease of appearance the 3rd case looks. Next stop was my fingers walking thru the telephone book making a list of secondhand furniture merchants. On the city streets and two expressways the 4th stop saw us checking out a consignment furniture store. Ho boy, thankfully this wasn‘t Art Van‘s! hitting I-69 for a piece we swung low in the city’s south end our 5th stop a Goodwill store. Again nothing of interest. So it was home we came. Looks like it’ll be another trip into town some of these days.
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Back home, fed, we hit the paper garbage tubs and emptied onto Dumpy truck two loads of redirected cattle feed, baked goods and red peppers. One load fed out down the road the second load goes out here, come morning.
This pretty much filled our day. No running around no drinking a beer with a neighbor, in somewhere between late and early. 'Sides I wanted an early evening in Frieda’s company.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
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Back home, fed, we hit the paper garbage tubs and emptied onto Dumpy truck two loads of redirected cattle feed, baked goods and red peppers. One load fed out down the road the second load goes out here, come morning.
This pretty much filled our day. No running around no drinking a beer with a neighbor, in somewhere between late and early. 'Sides I wanted an early evening in Frieda’s company.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
9-16-2011 What….
….a day late with this entry. Par for the course I was late getting in, pushing sundown.
Oh lawdy, it was a busy day involving tractors, grinding grain, feeding yearling heifers, and caught up in another load Bro’s good deal garbage. Then getting rid of a pile of venier made produce shipping crates. Not to bad a deal I’d guess, from another point of view. I near got a bushel basket full of day old bread for the freezer. And, inside that bushel basket I packed it with all manner of commercially baked delights. More about them later, right now I want to relate one fine likely in less than a worthy sentence. (grin) I brought home one package of odd, funny looken to me, hotdog buns what looked like they’d been run over flattened under studded tires outlawed under Michigan’s motoring codes. I might as well admit it I did come across one loaf bread that might have been the closest to beneficial to our health’s, oatnut bread. Oatnut bread!? As badly as I like and require oatmeal bread (products) to scrub and clean my arteries; as well as the old lady’s; this baked item is filled with toothless gun cutten’r’carven, bruisen, blood drawen, blister raisen, nuts no good to a couple old folks toothless gum‘s. Haven to pass it up some lucky neighborhood Shorthorn country resident lady’ll get her arteries scrubbed today.
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I think I’ve been hit by a archeology antic picker. I was offered $75.00 for an old old-bandsaw what Sneak had brought along with him from one of my parents homesteads. I took the money for a useless tool we had no use for that’d only taken up more space. After some discussion between my son and myself we immediately put these recently acquired moneys into a new sofa fund. Bottom line, I wish I could get rid of some more useless items around the farm. Bye! (smile)
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Oh lawdy, it was a busy day involving tractors, grinding grain, feeding yearling heifers, and caught up in another load Bro’s good deal garbage. Then getting rid of a pile of venier made produce shipping crates. Not to bad a deal I’d guess, from another point of view. I near got a bushel basket full of day old bread for the freezer. And, inside that bushel basket I packed it with all manner of commercially baked delights. More about them later, right now I want to relate one fine likely in less than a worthy sentence. (grin) I brought home one package of odd, funny looken to me, hotdog buns what looked like they’d been run over flattened under studded tires outlawed under Michigan’s motoring codes. I might as well admit it I did come across one loaf bread that might have been the closest to beneficial to our health’s, oatnut bread. Oatnut bread!? As badly as I like and require oatmeal bread (products) to scrub and clean my arteries; as well as the old lady’s; this baked item is filled with toothless gun cutten’r’carven, bruisen, blood drawen, blister raisen, nuts no good to a couple old folks toothless gum‘s. Haven to pass it up some lucky neighborhood Shorthorn country resident lady’ll get her arteries scrubbed today.
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I think I’ve been hit by a archeology antic picker. I was offered $75.00 for an old old-bandsaw what Sneak had brought along with him from one of my parents homesteads. I took the money for a useless tool we had no use for that’d only taken up more space. After some discussion between my son and myself we immediately put these recently acquired moneys into a new sofa fund. Bottom line, I wish I could get rid of some more useless items around the farm. Bye! (smile)
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Thursday, September 15, 2011
A quarter gone….
……the month Septober and Sneak’s belongings. Sneak’s trip as a back-roads slow one his driving a half-fast 45mph Dumpy truck. Round trip the truck drank up about $160.00 gasoline, the Pig!
On arrival his last home he found his brother’s mother-in-law and nephew had been first to get into his belongings. His sister-in-law and her sister had gotten into his clothes. His asking them why? Their first response was they needed the money. They’re a bunch of un-official kleptomaniacs. They’ve been sooooo luckily uncaught and prosecuted by the law thus far. Fillip (Sneak*) has said for sometime he wanted out of that environment. I guess he‘d had enough of their stories as to how mean his mother and I are.
It’s rather bad and deeply sad when the family no longer likes to see that thieving mob coming. None of the can be trusted getting lost in the weirdest places of a visited house looking for the bathroom Those girls have been into our jewel boxes and drawers looking and taking whatever and nerved enough to wear their swag to the next family function.
Now I’m wondering how long its going to take Sneak to unload Dumpy. Bro’s already told us both he’s getting us more carrots. (grrooowwwwnnnnn!!!!!!)
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The dew so heavy we had standing puddles here’n’there this AM. A right turn out the drive we exchanged tractors and implements we left standing idol in front the shop day’4’yesterday. Dumpy’s brakes giving Sneak trouble coming home we got into it this morning. Not wanting to drive it with fading brakes we might have found the problem. If this problem should persist, I may just have gotten a faulty brake caliper. This fad bit happens again I could be taking it back.
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Dumpy truck finalieee out of the way I was going to bale hay. Found first tractor needed fuel. Okay While I started to bale, Sneak ran after two cans diesel fuel for me. Before he got back I fouled up making the first bale and had to dump it undone. When Sneak returned he dumped the fuel into the Ollie. That taken care of, Sneak graciously took my bad bail apart so I could properly bale the mess later. Sheesh! It sure was a long day managing to get some of it (woik) done. Well almost done? It had been better if we had hauled in the hay and wrapped it.
Gosh, tomorrow’s going to be another busy day. Finishing up today’s haying. Been notified I have to grind. Lastly need to cut more hay out back for more haulage bales.
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Duh?*
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*When Fillip was two/three years old, it was his mother’s (Frieda) custom to either make raised or deep fried donuts, some sugared, some glazed, Sunday mornings. He’d walk around the house in front of all of us with a donut in each hand with a bite taken out of one. We’d find some of those donuts later were he had stashed them for later consumption when the platter had been eaten dry so he’d still have some more after they were presumably all gone. And when an old dried out donut hokey puck had been found it had one bite taken out of so nobody else would want it; thus, Fillip was nicknamed Sneaky Pete later shortened to Sneak.
Nobody calls him that, with the exception of me my memory remembering those once hidden donuts having been squirreled away.
Lawd, give me strength.
*Forgot what I wanted to say.....
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
On arrival his last home he found his brother’s mother-in-law and nephew had been first to get into his belongings. His sister-in-law and her sister had gotten into his clothes. His asking them why? Their first response was they needed the money. They’re a bunch of un-official kleptomaniacs. They’ve been sooooo luckily uncaught and prosecuted by the law thus far. Fillip (Sneak*) has said for sometime he wanted out of that environment. I guess he‘d had enough of their stories as to how mean his mother and I are.
It’s rather bad and deeply sad when the family no longer likes to see that thieving mob coming. None of the can be trusted getting lost in the weirdest places of a visited house looking for the bathroom Those girls have been into our jewel boxes and drawers looking and taking whatever and nerved enough to wear their swag to the next family function.
Now I’m wondering how long its going to take Sneak to unload Dumpy. Bro’s already told us both he’s getting us more carrots. (grrooowwwwnnnnn!!!!!!)
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The dew so heavy we had standing puddles here’n’there this AM. A right turn out the drive we exchanged tractors and implements we left standing idol in front the shop day’4’yesterday. Dumpy’s brakes giving Sneak trouble coming home we got into it this morning. Not wanting to drive it with fading brakes we might have found the problem. If this problem should persist, I may just have gotten a faulty brake caliper. This fad bit happens again I could be taking it back.
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Dumpy truck finalieee out of the way I was going to bale hay. Found first tractor needed fuel. Okay While I started to bale, Sneak ran after two cans diesel fuel for me. Before he got back I fouled up making the first bale and had to dump it undone. When Sneak returned he dumped the fuel into the Ollie. That taken care of, Sneak graciously took my bad bail apart so I could properly bale the mess later. Sheesh! It sure was a long day managing to get some of it (woik) done. Well almost done? It had been better if we had hauled in the hay and wrapped it.
Gosh, tomorrow’s going to be another busy day. Finishing up today’s haying. Been notified I have to grind. Lastly need to cut more hay out back for more haulage bales.
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Duh?*
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*When Fillip was two/three years old, it was his mother’s (Frieda) custom to either make raised or deep fried donuts, some sugared, some glazed, Sunday mornings. He’d walk around the house in front of all of us with a donut in each hand with a bite taken out of one. We’d find some of those donuts later were he had stashed them for later consumption when the platter had been eaten dry so he’d still have some more after they were presumably all gone. And when an old dried out donut hokey puck had been found it had one bite taken out of so nobody else would want it; thus, Fillip was nicknamed Sneaky Pete later shortened to Sneak.
Nobody calls him that, with the exception of me my memory remembering those once hidden donuts having been squirreled away.
Lawd, give me strength.
*Forgot what I wanted to say.....
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Ever have……
…..one of those days not everything quit gores right? Enough dew covering everything it might have rained hadn’t I known better. Straight out of the barn with a sorry running Cushman I road the fence that ‘d mark the ladies boundaries. Wires checked I changed the ladies pasture. Only way to shut them up is by putting food in their mouths. Their hungries taken care of the grasses to wet to mow, I turned my attentions towards the Ollie fixing I‘ll need for tomorrow’s baling.
Then there was the Cushman running doggedly my round checking the fences. Waiting for some dew to dry off there was more than time enough to look into the accelerator’s problems. It was another of them damnedifiknow what was wrong with it. So I just plainly started taking, the going to last forever, what could ever go wrong it, the acceleration cable’n’housing out and apart. It was easier removing it than taking it apart. Well, nothing lasts forever. Looking the steel brake line I had used to hold the heavy duty cable with-in-it I saw and/or felt a couple kinks in the pipe I had used for the completed cable housing. So I attempted to straighten out some of the bends. Not all mind you. Just those what were obviously of no need for when I should save it and put it all back together again? On the end of a hardwood block, the housing I laid over it a number of times, striking that housing a couple times in just the right places, I removed all the kinks and two sharp a couple bends. The cable reinstalled working as freely as the day I had originally made it to, 11 yrs ago, I was turning into a happy mech-an-neck. I started reassembly. I was doing alright until a very small “U” nolt had slipped out of my clumsy fingers ending my mechanical prowess of a while anyway. Nuts! I gave Shane a call and he’d promised to see me in an hour. I did a quick cold lunch and mounted the Schultz Ollie and mowed a ten acre hay field down the road.
Upon my return I saw Shane hadn’t returned. Arriving home he hadn’t been to the house. Making a phone call Sneak was within a half hour or so returning home. I’d have wheels in a few moments to find me another new part for the one I had lost. Myself fretting unable to make fix the Cushman earlier in the day, once I had the replacement part, it seemed like only moments and the Cushman was back together again. Starting it, it’s accelerator freed up the machine was raring to go. Excepting for some fine tuning I think I’ve accomplished the best part of the carburetor’s linkage fixing. Feels like I’ve had a full day.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Then there was the Cushman running doggedly my round checking the fences. Waiting for some dew to dry off there was more than time enough to look into the accelerator’s problems. It was another of them damnedifiknow what was wrong with it. So I just plainly started taking, the going to last forever, what could ever go wrong it, the acceleration cable’n’housing out and apart. It was easier removing it than taking it apart. Well, nothing lasts forever. Looking the steel brake line I had used to hold the heavy duty cable with-in-it I saw and/or felt a couple kinks in the pipe I had used for the completed cable housing. So I attempted to straighten out some of the bends. Not all mind you. Just those what were obviously of no need for when I should save it and put it all back together again? On the end of a hardwood block, the housing I laid over it a number of times, striking that housing a couple times in just the right places, I removed all the kinks and two sharp a couple bends. The cable reinstalled working as freely as the day I had originally made it to, 11 yrs ago, I was turning into a happy mech-an-neck. I started reassembly. I was doing alright until a very small “U” nolt had slipped out of my clumsy fingers ending my mechanical prowess of a while anyway. Nuts! I gave Shane a call and he’d promised to see me in an hour. I did a quick cold lunch and mounted the Schultz Ollie and mowed a ten acre hay field down the road.
Upon my return I saw Shane hadn’t returned. Arriving home he hadn’t been to the house. Making a phone call Sneak was within a half hour or so returning home. I’d have wheels in a few moments to find me another new part for the one I had lost. Myself fretting unable to make fix the Cushman earlier in the day, once I had the replacement part, it seemed like only moments and the Cushman was back together again. Starting it, it’s accelerator freed up the machine was raring to go. Excepting for some fine tuning I think I’ve accomplished the best part of the carburetor’s linkage fixing. Feels like I’ve had a full day.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
So Much is To Much…
We've had frost a few morning's ago half way up the state's mitten. Expect heavy frost to over come us come Thursday or Friday morning. :|
I'm so far behind this farm's front I feel as though the seasons are rushing me. Still have surplus* vegetables to unwrap for feed, spotted a broken gate post needing a heavy replacement, still have more haying to do, machinery needing cleaning, winterized and put away; and, haven't cleaned up last Spring's windfalls and not even enough firewood going into the heating season. :(
"Rainbows."
Fernan
*African peoples going hungry and I'm trying to save some measure of spoiling vegetables from total loss feeding them out to cattle!
Where's this story gone wrong? :|
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About first thing/things doing around here this morning had to pick up a special prescription for Herr Mostess, pick up some special extra heavy gear lube for the mowing machine, and most of all get Sneak up, out, & rolling t pick up the rest or if any’s left his stuff he hadn’t brought with him his first trip moving up here.
I got word his beloved brother’s inlaws were wholesale selling his stuff for whatever imaginal reason anybody may think of: drugs, pot, and just plain lazy-I-tis spending on nonsense. My wishing Sneak, “Bon voyage.” He answered back he’d be home (HOME) tonight or tomorrow if he finds a place to stay over.
Sneak gone I turned to un-packaging aging carrots. Yuk!!! Six bushel this morning ready for feeding out. And four bushel more after lunch.
The cleaned up and generally policed up the work area. Bro’s showing up when all the worst of the program had been completed we fed out those slimy carrots to his ladies. This bit of extended misery taken care of some tinkering making the Cushman easier to temporarily move me up’n’down this road. Bro’ behind me followed me home to return me back to the shop to bring the Schultz Ollie ’n’ mower home for another hay making start tomorrow. Really wanting to start making more hay today I put it off on a rain forecast. Supposedly have four good days coming up starting tomorrow some of the week’s looking good although cold. Cold won’t hurt as I’m not going to wait on it to dry. I’m making hayledge out of it all from now on into Fall.
Come home early today having to make some business calls and I can’t dial out of my area. Shucks! Been informed my phone service was out of order and in need updating. I’m about ready to go back to a landline service. More on this subject another day. I’m not yet buzzed up enough to get into one of my continued growing disgruntled dissertations.
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Holy eye full’s outdoor peoples. Sneak and I had a doe and her two fawns watching us unwrap carrots yesterday, Bro had to slow down for three deer crossing the road but a ½ mi west of here. Sneak had walked the dumpy truck’s brakes avoiding making a wild turkey road pizza yesterday. I near joined a flock better than a dozen meandering turkeys this morning a couple of them taking to wing just in time to miss being roasted to a turn in my grill. It has been one busy week for spying on wildlife. Doe season opens Thursday morning, likely bow.
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Frieda’s kept bust reattaching her body electrodes for the heart monitor thingy, plus recharging the telephone transmitter, plus changing batteries in her electrode info collector. While she’s so preoccupied with her many faceted hidden body wear ends she’s leaving me alone. (hehehe)
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
I'm so far behind this farm's front I feel as though the seasons are rushing me. Still have surplus* vegetables to unwrap for feed, spotted a broken gate post needing a heavy replacement, still have more haying to do, machinery needing cleaning, winterized and put away; and, haven't cleaned up last Spring's windfalls and not even enough firewood going into the heating season. :(
"Rainbows."
Fernan
*African peoples going hungry and I'm trying to save some measure of spoiling vegetables from total loss feeding them out to cattle!
Where's this story gone wrong? :|
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About first thing/things doing around here this morning had to pick up a special prescription for Herr Mostess, pick up some special extra heavy gear lube for the mowing machine, and most of all get Sneak up, out, & rolling t pick up the rest or if any’s left his stuff he hadn’t brought with him his first trip moving up here.
I got word his beloved brother’s inlaws were wholesale selling his stuff for whatever imaginal reason anybody may think of: drugs, pot, and just plain lazy-I-tis spending on nonsense. My wishing Sneak, “Bon voyage.” He answered back he’d be home (HOME) tonight or tomorrow if he finds a place to stay over.
Sneak gone I turned to un-packaging aging carrots. Yuk!!! Six bushel this morning ready for feeding out. And four bushel more after lunch.
The cleaned up and generally policed up the work area. Bro’s showing up when all the worst of the program had been completed we fed out those slimy carrots to his ladies. This bit of extended misery taken care of some tinkering making the Cushman easier to temporarily move me up’n’down this road. Bro’ behind me followed me home to return me back to the shop to bring the Schultz Ollie ’n’ mower home for another hay making start tomorrow. Really wanting to start making more hay today I put it off on a rain forecast. Supposedly have four good days coming up starting tomorrow some of the week’s looking good although cold. Cold won’t hurt as I’m not going to wait on it to dry. I’m making hayledge out of it all from now on into Fall.
Come home early today having to make some business calls and I can’t dial out of my area. Shucks! Been informed my phone service was out of order and in need updating. I’m about ready to go back to a landline service. More on this subject another day. I’m not yet buzzed up enough to get into one of my continued growing disgruntled dissertations.
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Holy eye full’s outdoor peoples. Sneak and I had a doe and her two fawns watching us unwrap carrots yesterday, Bro had to slow down for three deer crossing the road but a ½ mi west of here. Sneak had walked the dumpy truck’s brakes avoiding making a wild turkey road pizza yesterday. I near joined a flock better than a dozen meandering turkeys this morning a couple of them taking to wing just in time to miss being roasted to a turn in my grill. It has been one busy week for spying on wildlife. Doe season opens Thursday morning, likely bow.
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Frieda’s kept bust reattaching her body electrodes for the heart monitor thingy, plus recharging the telephone transmitter, plus changing batteries in her electrode info collector. While she’s so preoccupied with her many faceted hidden body wear ends she’s leaving me alone. (hehehe)
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
9-12-2011 New Day
I slept well, Frieda had a restless ear ache night. I had treated her ear for her last night. She’s said it felt better for a while. Now she’s thinking sinus infection? Refusing Doc’s assistance. What do a husband do?
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No homeland raids, thankfully. Our country’s intelligence is doing a good job. Any 7/11 memorial broadcasts we (I) missed. My weekend was so full. Went to a benefit dinner and met Madeline (little girl who’d had the 7 heart attacks in one week). Seeing her broke me up and we exchanged a hug for all the folks around the world, across the nation, who’d put up good thoughts and prayers for her. I told her if she ever needed a lap, my lap was open.
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American Pickers?
I don’t know how many people are watching this history channel show, but these guys are price-wise killing me my ability to buy usable materials for a reasonable prices. I mean I’ve dickered prices over a pick for just a bit more than if the item had been totally scrapped.
I mean I may offer at least a scrap price for something I think I may make work or go so far as to make something out of it. If the item doesn’t work out I may look at it as breaking even and I had gotten it out of the former owner’s way. I might have had some fun, and the previous owner had it gotten out of his way.
What I’m trying to say is Mike & Frank have paid some outrageous wholesale prices and posted projected retail prices some totally ridiculous.
I guess it’s all down to each his own.
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Hypocrites?
Animal lovers worldwide now have access to more than a decade's worth of evidence showing that People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA) kills thousands of defenseless pets at its Virginia headquarters. Since 1998, PETA has opted to "put down" 25,840 adoptable dogs, cats, puppies, and kittens instead of finding them "forever homes."
[link=http://www.petakillsanimals.com/]What-a-ya-think?[/link]
Would you believe some animal rightist wants an end to artificial insemination (AI). His (their) thinking cows too are entitled to a bull's romancing.
Fernan
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No homeland raids, thankfully. Our country’s intelligence is doing a good job. Any 7/11 memorial broadcasts we (I) missed. My weekend was so full. Went to a benefit dinner and met Madeline (little girl who’d had the 7 heart attacks in one week). Seeing her broke me up and we exchanged a hug for all the folks around the world, across the nation, who’d put up good thoughts and prayers for her. I told her if she ever needed a lap, my lap was open.
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American Pickers?
I don’t know how many people are watching this history channel show, but these guys are price-wise killing me my ability to buy usable materials for a reasonable prices. I mean I’ve dickered prices over a pick for just a bit more than if the item had been totally scrapped.
I mean I may offer at least a scrap price for something I think I may make work or go so far as to make something out of it. If the item doesn’t work out I may look at it as breaking even and I had gotten it out of the former owner’s way. I might have had some fun, and the previous owner had it gotten out of his way.
What I’m trying to say is Mike & Frank have paid some outrageous wholesale prices and posted projected retail prices some totally ridiculous.
I guess it’s all down to each his own.
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Hypocrites?
Animal lovers worldwide now have access to more than a decade's worth of evidence showing that People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA) kills thousands of defenseless pets at its Virginia headquarters. Since 1998, PETA has opted to "put down" 25,840 adoptable dogs, cats, puppies, and kittens instead of finding them "forever homes."
[link=http://www.petakillsanimals.com/]What-a-ya-think?[/link]
Would you believe some animal rightist wants an end to artificial insemination (AI). His (their) thinking cows too are entitled to a bull's romancing.
Fernan
Sunday, September 11, 2011
God Bless….
….us all everyone! This afternoon I gathered together what immediate family I could round up and took them out for an afternoon benefit spaghetti dinner for Mad Madeline’s family. While we were there I was given the opportunity to meet this delightful blue eyed freckle faced little darling.
I had explained to her how good folks from Australia to Great Briton, the states from Texas to Maine, the states from Washington/Oregon to Georgia/Florida, and every where in between had been pulling for her. She was astounded so many people had been in her corner pulling for her she shared a most precious hug with me for all of us. I must admit this act brought a tear to my eye and a crack in my voice. I had told her for all of us, “We all wish you, Madeline, a long and healthy life, and most importantly be happy.”
I have got to tell you I’ve had one Hell of a wonderful afternoon. I am glad I had gone. Then able to share this news with you all.
“RAINBOWS.”
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Right turn out the driveway it was off to shop we did go. The mower about ready to go there wasn’t much left to do. Grease it and try it. Trying it it thru off the pitman arm assembly. Nuts. Very thing so badly rusted and corrosion weathered away I figured I had to shave the pitman arm some light fractions of wood to skinny it up to make a tighter fit. Okay! I’m used to taking it a part and shaving this’d’that already to many times this project. What’s a few more times?
Well, as it worked out, aty just about that moment I was about to make monumental mistake, Bro’ pulled up with a most precious gift for me, the official New Idea Mowing Machine Manual. Time out!
It was about here in the mornings hours spent on getting this machine out of the shop to do what it had been intended to do, I took to reading that manual. Operating instructions (splendid), parts lists (lovely pics & descriptions), and assembly instructions (best of all). I knew in an instant after reading the same phrases over and over again until I had it fully understood the way the pitman hardware worked. Sheesh! It was inventory time, finding we were lacking a very important wrench, a ½” allen wrench. I was on the phone to one loco rural situated part supplier, independently wealthy, wasn’t open. A 2nd call an automotive parts supplier in the closest burb didn’t have one, but suggested Sears, Sears 35 mile away. 3rd call local Crossroads hardware store had it and at a price I was more than delighted to pay.
Putting that allen wrench through its paces I’d never gotten that pitman arm installation done in a precise and/or correct manner with out book and wrench. The Owners Manual was a God send at the very moment it was needed most. Like I’m leaning, the New Idea mower’s going strong. Giving it a short trial run it worked rather nicely for no better condition that it is in. The last things we managed doing before the belated lunch out Sneak and I had gathered the required tractors and implements on site where they’re needed tomorrow or next couple days.
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Three family representations here loading up four 4H project steers. Pretty kids all three of them. One boy tall and lanky liking I was way back when. One girl so durn thin turned sideways she’d missed a Summer breeze. A second girl 41yrs age so matured with more curves in her figure than a mountain road full of switchbacks. Lawd, they’s growing them babies up, up and up, faster than sumpin else these days.
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It’s late evening. Been a busy early evening getting here. Have missed all the twin towers memorial broadcasts today. Getting home still had chores to do. Frieda needed extra attention, I’ve got a sore shoulder and neck I’m aching to put some heat on. Sun’s gone down. I expect it’ll be bedtime any moment now. I know, I’m ready.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
I had explained to her how good folks from Australia to Great Briton, the states from Texas to Maine, the states from Washington/Oregon to Georgia/Florida, and every where in between had been pulling for her. She was astounded so many people had been in her corner pulling for her she shared a most precious hug with me for all of us. I must admit this act brought a tear to my eye and a crack in my voice. I had told her for all of us, “We all wish you, Madeline, a long and healthy life, and most importantly be happy.”
I have got to tell you I’ve had one Hell of a wonderful afternoon. I am glad I had gone. Then able to share this news with you all.
“RAINBOWS.”
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Right turn out the driveway it was off to shop we did go. The mower about ready to go there wasn’t much left to do. Grease it and try it. Trying it it thru off the pitman arm assembly. Nuts. Very thing so badly rusted and corrosion weathered away I figured I had to shave the pitman arm some light fractions of wood to skinny it up to make a tighter fit. Okay! I’m used to taking it a part and shaving this’d’that already to many times this project. What’s a few more times?
Well, as it worked out, aty just about that moment I was about to make monumental mistake, Bro’ pulled up with a most precious gift for me, the official New Idea Mowing Machine Manual. Time out!
It was about here in the mornings hours spent on getting this machine out of the shop to do what it had been intended to do, I took to reading that manual. Operating instructions (splendid), parts lists (lovely pics & descriptions), and assembly instructions (best of all). I knew in an instant after reading the same phrases over and over again until I had it fully understood the way the pitman hardware worked. Sheesh! It was inventory time, finding we were lacking a very important wrench, a ½” allen wrench. I was on the phone to one loco rural situated part supplier, independently wealthy, wasn’t open. A 2nd call an automotive parts supplier in the closest burb didn’t have one, but suggested Sears, Sears 35 mile away. 3rd call local Crossroads hardware store had it and at a price I was more than delighted to pay.
Putting that allen wrench through its paces I’d never gotten that pitman arm installation done in a precise and/or correct manner with out book and wrench. The Owners Manual was a God send at the very moment it was needed most. Like I’m leaning, the New Idea mower’s going strong. Giving it a short trial run it worked rather nicely for no better condition that it is in. The last things we managed doing before the belated lunch out Sneak and I had gathered the required tractors and implements on site where they’re needed tomorrow or next couple days.
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Three family representations here loading up four 4H project steers. Pretty kids all three of them. One boy tall and lanky liking I was way back when. One girl so durn thin turned sideways she’d missed a Summer breeze. A second girl 41yrs age so matured with more curves in her figure than a mountain road full of switchbacks. Lawd, they’s growing them babies up, up and up, faster than sumpin else these days.
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It’s late evening. Been a busy early evening getting here. Have missed all the twin towers memorial broadcasts today. Getting home still had chores to do. Frieda needed extra attention, I’ve got a sore shoulder and neck I’m aching to put some heat on. Sun’s gone down. I expect it’ll be bedtime any moment now. I know, I’m ready.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Saturday, September 10, 2011
I goofed ’n’ produced…..
….all in one day, I only goofed off the entire morning. Of course waking after 9:00 AM helped me my late day’s start. Lazy as artic ice I laid back in my favorite recliner and watched a TV flick McKlintock. It wasn’t until after lunch did I abandon my lazy-I-tis.
Spent the entire afternoon fighting that cussed mower having to remove the new parts time and again for trimming and resizing for them to do as they were supposed to for me and the machine. I even had to make one more new part for a shim. It was late afternoon by the time we had gotten to replacing the rock guards, guides and clips over the cutter bar. Them we picked up our tools. I still have to make one more piece, a board for the outer end. Will go over all the nuts and bolts again tomorrow, move it out of the shop, grease’n’oil it, and see if it works.
Have got to get the 4010 JD going once more for use on the mowing machine. I’ll also used it to move a hay rake down to the shop as well for use on the little Ford.
On a more positive side Sneak filled four more tubs with un-packaged carrots, to temp my ladies outback before some sugar seeking yellow jackets forced him off that miserable job. Worked out alright as I needed Sneak’s help at just about that moment.
An hour and a half late for my rattlers, Sneak made up some barbecued pork for supper. The kitchen smells had gotten me good and hungry.
While I waited out my hour I watered some caught up calves what have been sold for 4H projects up around Cadillac. Cadillac is about half way between us and the straights. Those calves’ll be getting a nice ride tomorrow. I can hope they enjoy the scenery.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
….all in one day, I only goofed off the entire morning. Of course waking after 9:00 AM helped me my late day’s start. Lazy as artic ice I laid back in my favorite recliner and watched a TV flick McKlintock. It wasn’t until after lunch did I abandon my lazy-I-tis.
Spent the entire afternoon fighting that cussed mower having to remove the new parts time and again for trimming and resizing for them to do as they were supposed to for me and the machine. I even had to make one more new part for a shim. It was late afternoon by the time we had gotten to replacing the rock guards, guides and clips over the cutter bar. Them we picked up our tools. I still have to make one more piece, a board for the outer end. Will go over all the nuts and bolts again tomorrow, move it out of the shop, grease’n’oil it, and see if it works.
Have got to get the 4010 JD going once more for use on the mowing machine. I’ll also used it to move a hay rake down to the shop as well for use on the little Ford.
On a more positive side Sneak filled four more tubs with un-packaged carrots, to temp my ladies outback before some sugar seeking yellow jackets forced him off that miserable job. Worked out alright as I needed Sneak’s help at just about that moment.
An hour and a half late for my rattlers, Sneak made up some barbecued pork for supper. The kitchen smells had gotten me good and hungry.
While I waited out my hour I watered some caught up calves what have been sold for 4H projects up around Cadillac. Cadillac is about half way between us and the straights. Those calves’ll be getting a nice ride tomorrow. I can hope they enjoy the scenery.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Friday, September 9, 2011
A night’s difference.
Last night we had our first wood stove fire of the season. Between the weather’s cooling off and the humidity heavy enough needing a truck to carry it the house was uncomfortable chilly.
Waking up to this morning’s darkness the house had remained comfortably warm. Opening the door it had warmed up outside as well. We’ve had a great weather wise day.
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Some of the ladies expressing some desires for change, Sneak and I hit the trail on the Cushman. Found one cow out. Same one as was out three/four days ago. We coaxed her back in, found a calf out the other side the pasture I was about to let my ladies have. Tried getting her in. Born with a double dose stupid, wires slacked, wires down, wires juice turned off, she refused to come back in. But she was in good voice calling and clamoring for mama. We also spied a late coming up for water a new mom with a couple day old new calf. Having changed pasture guide lines (hot wires) we had to undo the same wires and persuade this lady and her off spring to hurry it up a bit so’s we could get on with our other chores.
Gathering numbers: The same cow repeatedly sneaking out, the new mom’s ID, and the wayward calf we can’t get back in her ID so we could have her mom’s help to bring the calf back in where it belongs.
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The thoughts of having to catch up this whole mob and sort out the wayward baby heifer’s mother I saw us needing bodies. That is any number more than the two of us. We moseyed out. Unable to get a-hold of Shane for days we drove to his house to kick his arse out of bed if necessary. I wanted his help. We got him. Once we had gotten back the three of us Frieda surrounding the heifer on three sides and worried her back in where she belonged. Whew! Sure saved a lot of pushing and shoving to sort out out and halter one could be stubborn mother. A few moments later we had those what were still out sort-a a-headed back out the lane they had come up on. Then I turned the rest of them back out on that same lane. I sure got hollered at by some. Some of them of the mind their lot hadn’t seen one iota improvement the eating arrangements. All I heard was a lot of grumbling as the walk by me and beyond. They didn’t shut up until the had reach the new grass and had their mouths to full to complain anymore. Thankfully all was as quiet as I liked it.
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After lunch I got to fix a woodchuck rodent bared buried power line. I threw one of them stinking commercial urinal mothballed hockey puck’s down the hole. This project will be done when I’ve found some fill, a bucket the metal chips, and some rocks. Rat now other things demand some my time.
Moving on, I moved on down the hill to work upon the mowing machine. We needed it last week. Sneak drove out into Bro’s west pasture, to sort’n’un-package day old food stuffs, leaving me in the shop to work alone. By’n’by Shane joined Sneak, so Sneak had company.
So, I had a fair afternoon making all the replacement parts for the New Idea mower until about quarter of 5:00 PM when I found the first part required in the reassembly wasn’t exactly correct. Quitting time. Was decided I’d play with it come morning. Meanwhile, Sneak and I went over to the Crossroads. Picked up some longer bolts and marking paint at the drugstore. Also marketed for some eggs, chocolate ice-cream, and other goodies.
It was well after sundown our finishing feeding out sweet red peppers, carrots and baked goods. Felt good to finally bring it back in the house. The day’s warmth so solidly warming the house we’ve no need for a fire tonight. Everything is copasetic! It has been a good day….
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Waking up to this morning’s darkness the house had remained comfortably warm. Opening the door it had warmed up outside as well. We’ve had a great weather wise day.
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Some of the ladies expressing some desires for change, Sneak and I hit the trail on the Cushman. Found one cow out. Same one as was out three/four days ago. We coaxed her back in, found a calf out the other side the pasture I was about to let my ladies have. Tried getting her in. Born with a double dose stupid, wires slacked, wires down, wires juice turned off, she refused to come back in. But she was in good voice calling and clamoring for mama. We also spied a late coming up for water a new mom with a couple day old new calf. Having changed pasture guide lines (hot wires) we had to undo the same wires and persuade this lady and her off spring to hurry it up a bit so’s we could get on with our other chores.
Gathering numbers: The same cow repeatedly sneaking out, the new mom’s ID, and the wayward calf we can’t get back in her ID so we could have her mom’s help to bring the calf back in where it belongs.
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The thoughts of having to catch up this whole mob and sort out the wayward baby heifer’s mother I saw us needing bodies. That is any number more than the two of us. We moseyed out. Unable to get a-hold of Shane for days we drove to his house to kick his arse out of bed if necessary. I wanted his help. We got him. Once we had gotten back the three of us Frieda surrounding the heifer on three sides and worried her back in where she belonged. Whew! Sure saved a lot of pushing and shoving to sort out out and halter one could be stubborn mother. A few moments later we had those what were still out sort-a a-headed back out the lane they had come up on. Then I turned the rest of them back out on that same lane. I sure got hollered at by some. Some of them of the mind their lot hadn’t seen one iota improvement the eating arrangements. All I heard was a lot of grumbling as the walk by me and beyond. They didn’t shut up until the had reach the new grass and had their mouths to full to complain anymore. Thankfully all was as quiet as I liked it.
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After lunch I got to fix a woodchuck rodent bared buried power line. I threw one of them stinking commercial urinal mothballed hockey puck’s down the hole. This project will be done when I’ve found some fill, a bucket the metal chips, and some rocks. Rat now other things demand some my time.
Moving on, I moved on down the hill to work upon the mowing machine. We needed it last week. Sneak drove out into Bro’s west pasture, to sort’n’un-package day old food stuffs, leaving me in the shop to work alone. By’n’by Shane joined Sneak, so Sneak had company.
So, I had a fair afternoon making all the replacement parts for the New Idea mower until about quarter of 5:00 PM when I found the first part required in the reassembly wasn’t exactly correct. Quitting time. Was decided I’d play with it come morning. Meanwhile, Sneak and I went over to the Crossroads. Picked up some longer bolts and marking paint at the drugstore. Also marketed for some eggs, chocolate ice-cream, and other goodies.
It was well after sundown our finishing feeding out sweet red peppers, carrots and baked goods. Felt good to finally bring it back in the house. The day’s warmth so solidly warming the house we’ve no need for a fire tonight. Everything is copasetic! It has been a good day….
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
9-8-2011 rainy day fun
First off had to take Frieda to her cardiologist. I liked this doctor. He talked , asked questions, answered question, checked her paper work, went over every medication she was already on. She’d had an EKG, and before we had left she was fitted with a three week heart monitor. After three weeks pass she’s to prepaid drop it in the mail. And, we’ve already had our first noisy crisis Friday morning.
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Sneak going to borrow his Uncle’s (Bro’) van to drive us, Bro’ decided to go along and we’d all make a day of it as there were some many more stops for all concerned in the same are common to all our needs.
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As usual, as for any day out with Her Mostess I had to buy her lunch. I bought for everybody. It was nice eating out watching/looking at other people. Sure beat looking at the rear ends of bovine ladies walking away.
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After lunch we found one of them payless shoe stores. I needed a new pair of work boots for another glorious up coming Michigan Shorthorn country winter. We also found a new pair of loafer for Her Mostess. Now she’s also a happy camper.
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Upon returning home our whole day rain weathered beginning to end it was late enough to call it quits. It was surely to late for my brain functioning enough to work on the antique mowing machine. It was also to drippy rainy wetted enough I didn’t feel like wading through Bro’s precious garbage for converting hundred of emptied wrappers into bovine feed. Besides all that I was mentally exhausted. I’d had enough day I was ready to relax and write this. The writing didn’t happen as this is a day late.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
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Sneak going to borrow his Uncle’s (Bro’) van to drive us, Bro’ decided to go along and we’d all make a day of it as there were some many more stops for all concerned in the same are common to all our needs.
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As usual, as for any day out with Her Mostess I had to buy her lunch. I bought for everybody. It was nice eating out watching/looking at other people. Sure beat looking at the rear ends of bovine ladies walking away.
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After lunch we found one of them payless shoe stores. I needed a new pair of work boots for another glorious up coming Michigan Shorthorn country winter. We also found a new pair of loafer for Her Mostess. Now she’s also a happy camper.
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Upon returning home our whole day rain weathered beginning to end it was late enough to call it quits. It was surely to late for my brain functioning enough to work on the antique mowing machine. It was also to drippy rainy wetted enough I didn’t feel like wading through Bro’s precious garbage for converting hundred of emptied wrappers into bovine feed. Besides all that I was mentally exhausted. I’d had enough day I was ready to relax and write this. The writing didn’t happen as this is a day late.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Golden years’’’’
…Bah humbug! It’s 3:00 AM, I’m wide awake. I’ve been up every hour on the hour hauling water. What’s golden? It sure isn’t in a hoard of precious metal to heavy to carry around. It isn’t the innate chance to do all those things we (Frieda and I) dreamed about but then we never had the time to indulge ourselves. Young love, and some serious child rearing responsibilities had always seemingly gotten in our way.
Maybe I’ve gotten it all wrong. We content ourselves these day’s reminiscing some of the more memorable adventures we’d shared over the years. And that viewpoint is seldom 100% shared. We speak from memory each of us having a different, perhaps even opposite viewpoint the same scenes. My Mrs.‘s health having taken a heavy burden upon her. Mine isn’t much better my ability to display short, short spurts of energy only, no longer capable of a completing good sprint. These our Golden Years, phooey!
A Shared life is still a marvel. Many years ago, when I had toiled daily for our bread, I’d rushed home to see’n’hear all I had missed. When I arrived home, she reveled me all her day’s excitement a child having done this’r’that. Now it’s these days I rush home to tell’n’share time with her all my outside adventure’s what I had seen’n’heard to getting it done.
Oh we’d had our romantic moments: a belated honeymoon in the cold north woods we’d gotten it right; or about half way through our family years, blessed with a willing babysitter suggesting we get away, we climbed a mountain to stand upon an island overlooking the clouds, she’d said, “Not here. Someone may see us!” the next mountain peek at least seven miles away; or when the last child had left to find his way in the world we searched for a small piece of the “Garden of Eden” to dance and revel the naked dance of finding loves blessings at least one more time. Ah yes there were many moments shared in words and of course arms entwined, Its been a wonderful life to remember to retell how each of us had seen it. Lucky she was to have found my ands she wanted. Lucky I was I found her wisdom and understanding to raise me from a boy into a man. For I say it was an all encompassing metamorphose taken place all during one Sunday’s picnicked day.
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Back to the present:
It was an uneventful awakening morning. Everybody asleep I too to taking care for myself. Read some internet, made a comment, maybe two, ate a cold cereal, and was on my way.
Shop time saw me removing one more broken bolt from the tired old NI mower, the bolt removed its used hole required drilling to a more modern dimension to take a brand new first bolt applied in the reassembly the machine. Seemed unreal I spent the whole morning upon one hole. But that is the way of repairs some actions (fixings) taking longer than others. About the time I’m ready for lunch here comes Bro’ blind siding me with his produce project feed, having to unwrapping the goods involving me t make his mess a presentable project.
Un-packaging produce, now there is a fun project. Today’s efforts we worked on in the circled presents of the ladies. Of course we already knew they liked carrots and sweet-corn, broken open melons and squash. They sampled peppers and onions, their not particularly liking the onions. Gosh, and I was imagining pre-onion-ed processed hamburger, fried to a new taste treat burger on any body’s bun. Oh well, can’t win them all. The cabbage went over. I’m glad I’m not drinking their milk nor spreading their butter. Bro’ breaking up my day, he lost me, my established rhythm. Coming home for lunch at 3:30 PM in the rain hungry and out of sorts, when I had finished my late lunch I had lost interest. I had lost enough interest I wasn’t going back to the shop to sit around trying to figure out what I was either trying to do or where was I in doing it. I had passed my noted hitting the wall hour. Additionally I the barometer had dropped and I felt every inched drop resting upon my bones, It was a good time for a nap. One day if he ever wakes…..ah….never mind!
Good heavens, good evening when I woke up from at least a three hour nap. Supper was warmed up steak, potatoes and sweet corn. Then it as writing this and bedtime’s soon arrival.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
PS: one these day's catch up pictures.....
Maybe I’ve gotten it all wrong. We content ourselves these day’s reminiscing some of the more memorable adventures we’d shared over the years. And that viewpoint is seldom 100% shared. We speak from memory each of us having a different, perhaps even opposite viewpoint the same scenes. My Mrs.‘s health having taken a heavy burden upon her. Mine isn’t much better my ability to display short, short spurts of energy only, no longer capable of a completing good sprint. These our Golden Years, phooey!
A Shared life is still a marvel. Many years ago, when I had toiled daily for our bread, I’d rushed home to see’n’hear all I had missed. When I arrived home, she reveled me all her day’s excitement a child having done this’r’that. Now it’s these days I rush home to tell’n’share time with her all my outside adventure’s what I had seen’n’heard to getting it done.
Oh we’d had our romantic moments: a belated honeymoon in the cold north woods we’d gotten it right; or about half way through our family years, blessed with a willing babysitter suggesting we get away, we climbed a mountain to stand upon an island overlooking the clouds, she’d said, “Not here. Someone may see us!” the next mountain peek at least seven miles away; or when the last child had left to find his way in the world we searched for a small piece of the “Garden of Eden” to dance and revel the naked dance of finding loves blessings at least one more time. Ah yes there were many moments shared in words and of course arms entwined, Its been a wonderful life to remember to retell how each of us had seen it. Lucky she was to have found my ands she wanted. Lucky I was I found her wisdom and understanding to raise me from a boy into a man. For I say it was an all encompassing metamorphose taken place all during one Sunday’s picnicked day.
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Back to the present:
It was an uneventful awakening morning. Everybody asleep I too to taking care for myself. Read some internet, made a comment, maybe two, ate a cold cereal, and was on my way.
Shop time saw me removing one more broken bolt from the tired old NI mower, the bolt removed its used hole required drilling to a more modern dimension to take a brand new first bolt applied in the reassembly the machine. Seemed unreal I spent the whole morning upon one hole. But that is the way of repairs some actions (fixings) taking longer than others. About the time I’m ready for lunch here comes Bro’ blind siding me with his produce project feed, having to unwrapping the goods involving me t make his mess a presentable project.
Un-packaging produce, now there is a fun project. Today’s efforts we worked on in the circled presents of the ladies. Of course we already knew they liked carrots and sweet-corn, broken open melons and squash. They sampled peppers and onions, their not particularly liking the onions. Gosh, and I was imagining pre-onion-ed processed hamburger, fried to a new taste treat burger on any body’s bun. Oh well, can’t win them all. The cabbage went over. I’m glad I’m not drinking their milk nor spreading their butter. Bro’ breaking up my day, he lost me, my established rhythm. Coming home for lunch at 3:30 PM in the rain hungry and out of sorts, when I had finished my late lunch I had lost interest. I had lost enough interest I wasn’t going back to the shop to sit around trying to figure out what I was either trying to do or where was I in doing it. I had passed my noted hitting the wall hour. Additionally I the barometer had dropped and I felt every inched drop resting upon my bones, It was a good time for a nap. One day if he ever wakes…..ah….never mind!
Good heavens, good evening when I woke up from at least a three hour nap. Supper was warmed up steak, potatoes and sweet corn. Then it as writing this and bedtime’s soon arrival.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
PS: one these day's catch up pictures.....
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Busy day
Watching last night’s new, I can’t help but feel safer living in Michigan than anywhere else imaginable. Oh, we have the occasional tornado, wind sheers, some more rain over the average occasionally, and maybe even one good blizzard a year. What we don’t have is a guaranteed tornado alley, we don’t see it so dry we’ve fire storms raging over thousands upon thousands of acres destroying forests, wildlife, homes and businesses. Sure we’ve a goodly share of cold weather. Personally when it gets down to around 20*F our winter’s are comfortably dry. If we happen to get a prolonged freeze going down below 0*F it’s no big deal. I put on a sweater, and occasionally double up my gloves. I keep my driveway plowed, maybe three times a season, the ramp swept off as needed. Winter life is good. Chores simplified feeding hay and doing an occasional grind, Four to six hours a day are spent wrenching in the shop. The freezer and shelves are full. Have never gone more than four days without power per decade. Life is good here.
What I don’t want to write about is Michigan’s jobless rate and the all to many foreclosures.
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Hmmmmm! This past week the nights have been cooling off, I’ve closed our doors to the chilly night airs, and I’ve started sleeping under my blanky. Labor day has passed, Michigan children have started school, last night I wore my cotton night shirt for the first time this summer. Adding up the coincidences both physically and calendar time wise Fall’s near only a couple weeks away. Oh yes, one more thing, I’ve been thinking I’ve got to give up and put the haying equipment away, and cut 12 cords firewood to split between three households. True Shorthorn country living choices never end.
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I just don’t know what to do with the limp wristed callers? Coming to our door are people whom can’t knock hard enough to be acknowledged. Thinking printing an informative sign “Please to knock hard. Sweetheart the cat has refused to bark!” So tired listening to some people tell us, “You weren’t home.”
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We’ve recently had a low lying crook come to Bro's door wanting him to sell him his old Jeep truck. He wanted a restoration project. Bro' delighted sold him truck. Next day the shyster took straight away to scrapyard. Bro' was pizzed. He'd have gladly given the truck to somebody needing it for restoration parts rather than the total end it had gone to.
Neither of us give nor sell nothen anymore. We can eliminate the middle man scraping it ourselves without interrupting our farming to accommodate a lowdown lying scoundrel buggering up the normal flow of our livestock keeping farming chaos‘s even flow. Heck, We can use the extra cash money on/for old/new sandbox toys.
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How about these laws only gobberment certified properly trained repair men shall only repair or make adjustments to mechanical handicap equipment bit for hand automotive controls or powered wheelchairs or scooters.
Bro’s scooter had failed to go. We loaded it in truck, took to an authorized repair station. There he was told the machine was obsolete, parts unavailable and un-repairable. The most or best he could get out of the repairman was the motor was shot.
Granted the machine was 9yrs old and had less than a 100hrs on it should make it un-repairable nor the owner operator obligated to spend $4200.00 on a new replacement.
The machine brought home, hung of the tailgate, an unauthorized farmer getting into the machine removing motor. The motor jumped in deed it failed to go. However upon that motor there was also a magnetic brake. That brake removed from motor, motor worked, worked good. Taking brake apart it was found brake discs stuck together. Simply taken apart the pieces rubbed together freed of any corrosion build up was removed. All the pieces and parts reassembled the machine’s working tried again before set-down to earth, it worked. On the ground Bro’ aboard it worked just like new, a couple unauthorized Shorthorn country farm DIY mechanics had it working in 2hrs.
So much for the federal, state, insurance, laws and rules….something needs some serious revamping.
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What a day? Cable repair garu was supposed to make fix our TV receiver between 8 and 10 this AM. He never showed, not even all day long! Frieda tried contacting her Doc appointmented office all day and found no answer. Frieda’s physical therapist came. Found her BP up and suggested Frieda rest and no exercises.
Sneak and I on what seemed it’d be an all day endless road drive for grain supply acquisition, empty feed wagon and supplements. Along the way we encountered a Bro’s find several surplus pallets with boxed vegetables, might say out dated, ill taken care of refrigerated produce, all unsuitable for human consumption. A pallet load delivered her yesterday, two more were delivered today some we delivered to the ladies their perusal. They liked the carrots, sweet corn for sure. I’ll check on how their appetites faired over the cabbage contributions tomorrow.
We never got to the reassembling the sickle mower nor the new parts needing making to finish that project. Hopefully we’ll make some catch up headway tomorrow.
Not exactly in the fresh early morning workaholic souls at sunrise, leaving the fence repair until tomorrow morning, Sneak and I managed to take a look at a couple sofas a neighbor wanted to dispose of our finding them unsuitable for our needs.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
What I don’t want to write about is Michigan’s jobless rate and the all to many foreclosures.
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Hmmmmm! This past week the nights have been cooling off, I’ve closed our doors to the chilly night airs, and I’ve started sleeping under my blanky. Labor day has passed, Michigan children have started school, last night I wore my cotton night shirt for the first time this summer. Adding up the coincidences both physically and calendar time wise Fall’s near only a couple weeks away. Oh yes, one more thing, I’ve been thinking I’ve got to give up and put the haying equipment away, and cut 12 cords firewood to split between three households. True Shorthorn country living choices never end.
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I just don’t know what to do with the limp wristed callers? Coming to our door are people whom can’t knock hard enough to be acknowledged. Thinking printing an informative sign “Please to knock hard. Sweetheart the cat has refused to bark!” So tired listening to some people tell us, “You weren’t home.”
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We’ve recently had a low lying crook come to Bro's door wanting him to sell him his old Jeep truck. He wanted a restoration project. Bro' delighted sold him truck. Next day the shyster took straight away to scrapyard. Bro' was pizzed. He'd have gladly given the truck to somebody needing it for restoration parts rather than the total end it had gone to.
Neither of us give nor sell nothen anymore. We can eliminate the middle man scraping it ourselves without interrupting our farming to accommodate a lowdown lying scoundrel buggering up the normal flow of our livestock keeping farming chaos‘s even flow. Heck, We can use the extra cash money on/for old/new sandbox toys.
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How about these laws only gobberment certified properly trained repair men shall only repair or make adjustments to mechanical handicap equipment bit for hand automotive controls or powered wheelchairs or scooters.
Bro’s scooter had failed to go. We loaded it in truck, took to an authorized repair station. There he was told the machine was obsolete, parts unavailable and un-repairable. The most or best he could get out of the repairman was the motor was shot.
Granted the machine was 9yrs old and had less than a 100hrs on it should make it un-repairable nor the owner operator obligated to spend $4200.00 on a new replacement.
The machine brought home, hung of the tailgate, an unauthorized farmer getting into the machine removing motor. The motor jumped in deed it failed to go. However upon that motor there was also a magnetic brake. That brake removed from motor, motor worked, worked good. Taking brake apart it was found brake discs stuck together. Simply taken apart the pieces rubbed together freed of any corrosion build up was removed. All the pieces and parts reassembled the machine’s working tried again before set-down to earth, it worked. On the ground Bro’ aboard it worked just like new, a couple unauthorized Shorthorn country farm DIY mechanics had it working in 2hrs.
So much for the federal, state, insurance, laws and rules….something needs some serious revamping.
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What a day? Cable repair garu was supposed to make fix our TV receiver between 8 and 10 this AM. He never showed, not even all day long! Frieda tried contacting her Doc appointmented office all day and found no answer. Frieda’s physical therapist came. Found her BP up and suggested Frieda rest and no exercises.
Sneak and I on what seemed it’d be an all day endless road drive for grain supply acquisition, empty feed wagon and supplements. Along the way we encountered a Bro’s find several surplus pallets with boxed vegetables, might say out dated, ill taken care of refrigerated produce, all unsuitable for human consumption. A pallet load delivered her yesterday, two more were delivered today some we delivered to the ladies their perusal. They liked the carrots, sweet corn for sure. I’ll check on how their appetites faired over the cabbage contributions tomorrow.
We never got to the reassembling the sickle mower nor the new parts needing making to finish that project. Hopefully we’ll make some catch up headway tomorrow.
Not exactly in the fresh early morning workaholic souls at sunrise, leaving the fence repair until tomorrow morning, Sneak and I managed to take a look at a couple sofas a neighbor wanted to dispose of our finding them unsuitable for our needs.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Lightening & Shadows
We experienced a number lightening storms over the last few days. Ordinarily we have rain with such clashes of the titans but for sure they just seem to be throw-en a lot of staggered light charges around up there. I swear one of them became a near miss right here. We've had the lights flicker and go out to come back on again. The 'puter seems to be functioning, but we've lost our TV signal and my Common Roost home page. It's taken some searching (which I've never done before to find it) and glory be I found it again. Now to see if I can save it and keep the Roost site easy assess again.
I wonder if I'm the only one? Seems when we have an exceptionally high humidity base, my wireless mouse goes bis-zerk(S?).
Well here I go again about to bookmark this location, make a loosely idiotic contribution, and perhaps even find some sleep? Who knows what other idiotic thoughts crowds a man's mind? The shadows do!
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Waking the 1st time the wall clock’s hands were held fast straight up trying to put on a shy face when a roll of thunder had hit with a resounding clap right close to the house. Rattling the window panes and my bones my I ignored the strike going right back to sleep.
Waking for my 2nd time this AM was along about ½ past one in the morning I woke again. The heat in the house, sleep eluding me I starting this writing. Was up about 4 hrs before sleep were to over took me again. I slept good and well then.
Waking the 3rd time this morning, going on half shot, or at half past 8:30 AM I had gotten up to stay. Checking my 5gal rain gauge bucket we’ve over night gotten up to my index finger’s first knuckle’s depthing roughly about an inch.
Up to stay finding the TV inoperable. Looking into it the problem seemed to be the cable box. The TV working without it, a tech will supposedly check out or cable service in a couple days. Internet service remains to prevail.
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It’s 7:00 PM, not feeling all that rosy I had called it a 5:00, came home, took my rattlers, and went Otisville for milk. There I had found I had lost my wallet. Sayzerks! So Sneak driving we came back home. My looking everywhere thinking I was retracing my morning’s steps, Sneak found it, afterward I had remembered how and why I’d put it there. So, we were on the road again. This time with my wallet safely tucked into my pocket I had cash and credit cards. The world was mine as long as my money’d last. Shopping list: milk, eggs, was after some day old oat meal bread that there was none of, and upon a whim a dozen bottles Seagram’s fuzzy navels. May be the last booze we’ll see until October’s Halloween celebrations commence.
Finally home one fuzzy navel for an appetizer a heating pad on my neck, I was settled in for the evening. All I need doing was wait for Sneak’s supper offering. May be we’ll do better on the mowing machine tomorrow. Then, oddly enough I can’t wait to go bed….zzzzzzzzzz
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
I wonder if I'm the only one? Seems when we have an exceptionally high humidity base, my wireless mouse goes bis-zerk(S?).
Well here I go again about to bookmark this location, make a loosely idiotic contribution, and perhaps even find some sleep? Who knows what other idiotic thoughts crowds a man's mind? The shadows do!
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Waking the 1st time the wall clock’s hands were held fast straight up trying to put on a shy face when a roll of thunder had hit with a resounding clap right close to the house. Rattling the window panes and my bones my I ignored the strike going right back to sleep.
Waking for my 2nd time this AM was along about ½ past one in the morning I woke again. The heat in the house, sleep eluding me I starting this writing. Was up about 4 hrs before sleep were to over took me again. I slept good and well then.
Waking the 3rd time this morning, going on half shot, or at half past 8:30 AM I had gotten up to stay. Checking my 5gal rain gauge bucket we’ve over night gotten up to my index finger’s first knuckle’s depthing roughly about an inch.
Up to stay finding the TV inoperable. Looking into it the problem seemed to be the cable box. The TV working without it, a tech will supposedly check out or cable service in a couple days. Internet service remains to prevail.
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It’s 7:00 PM, not feeling all that rosy I had called it a 5:00, came home, took my rattlers, and went Otisville for milk. There I had found I had lost my wallet. Sayzerks! So Sneak driving we came back home. My looking everywhere thinking I was retracing my morning’s steps, Sneak found it, afterward I had remembered how and why I’d put it there. So, we were on the road again. This time with my wallet safely tucked into my pocket I had cash and credit cards. The world was mine as long as my money’d last. Shopping list: milk, eggs, was after some day old oat meal bread that there was none of, and upon a whim a dozen bottles Seagram’s fuzzy navels. May be the last booze we’ll see until October’s Halloween celebrations commence.
Finally home one fuzzy navel for an appetizer a heating pad on my neck, I was settled in for the evening. All I need doing was wait for Sneak’s supper offering. May be we’ll do better on the mowing machine tomorrow. Then, oddly enough I can’t wait to go bed….zzzzzzzzzz
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Hot Night
A very hot near sleepless night woke me leaving me a feeling trying to swim up stream against a relentless current. Waking up my pillow was unearthly absorbed in a old wet. Yuk!
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Up a second time, looking out at the deck, we hadn’t had a single drop of weather guessers promised rain all night. Well, it isn’t over yet. Along with the Sun’s failure to come out, there’s a nervous uncanny stillness in the air with a media posted severe thunder storm watch hanging over our heads. Well, I’ve taken my rattlers and waiting out my hour for the lot to settle into their physical niches and notches before breakfast regardless its humbly sought nourishment.
My day’s goal is to get out the sickle mower what hasn’t seen use in twenty five years. Sneak’s assessment “It’s loose.” I’m figuring I’ll take some heavily numbered squirts oil to polish out the gathered rusts between the cutter bar and the that bar’s supportive frame.
Being a Holiday weekend there’ll be no place to haul and sell the additional scrap plaguing our way to bringing the old machine out. However the supposed worst expected part of the coming storm is still gathering more moisture over Lake Michigan before it is to supposedly get here. So, given prevailing weather delivered directions over our Shorthorn country. Sneak and I’ve got about six hours to “get ‘er done!” bring that implement out into the light of usefulness.
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Right turn out the driveway Sneak and I hit the way of the proverbial yellow brick road that’d eventually lead to the old timey mowing machine. There was plenty of tree trimming two tress even coming down for safety of the participants working under them. Why we built a dandy monstrously heaped brush pile. Should make Bro’ happy….He may choose to either grapple the tree trimmings out to an already established burn pile OR attack those green leaved limbs with his brush-chopper I’m guessing that’s what its called?). The remaining scrap metals in our way we piled them on a steel paneled garage door. That make that junk easy loading onto the dumpy truck when the scrap yards once again open up after the weekend. Now that I’ve got it, the scraping bug, I want to clean up the whole forgotten area. There must be three more loads laying around the last one precious metals: aluminum, copper, stainless, you get the idea…. The area cleaning up nicely I backed the dumpy truck into the maze, loaded it with fire wood (good for year after next) and split for lunch.
On getting back we moved the what everybody really needs a horse drawn potato digger with the JCB skid-steer. Was a piece of cake. There it was finally open up and fully exposed nothing between it or us the elusive mowing machine. Backing down the 951 Ford tractor it were a snap hooking it up, delivering to the shop and backing it in. Once in the shade we commenced to try and figure it out. Obviously the pitman arm was rotted away (oh joy). The butter bar was rust frozen in place. No amount oil alone was going to make it move well alone. Besides all its knives needed sharpening. Mother Nature’s influence had undoubtedly taken the edge off all the knives. So with in the shop’s shade the breeze of a reassigned furnace blower doing its thing behind us, Sneak and I commenced to take some of the machine apart. Most remarkable of all our findings the entire drive-train was free and smoothly working in good order. Neared and beyonded quitting time Sneak and I still had a fence to relocate. It was like while changing that fence around it could have been said we weren’t all that sure whether we were coming or going. (grin)
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
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Up a second time, looking out at the deck, we hadn’t had a single drop of weather guessers promised rain all night. Well, it isn’t over yet. Along with the Sun’s failure to come out, there’s a nervous uncanny stillness in the air with a media posted severe thunder storm watch hanging over our heads. Well, I’ve taken my rattlers and waiting out my hour for the lot to settle into their physical niches and notches before breakfast regardless its humbly sought nourishment.
My day’s goal is to get out the sickle mower what hasn’t seen use in twenty five years. Sneak’s assessment “It’s loose.” I’m figuring I’ll take some heavily numbered squirts oil to polish out the gathered rusts between the cutter bar and the that bar’s supportive frame.
Being a Holiday weekend there’ll be no place to haul and sell the additional scrap plaguing our way to bringing the old machine out. However the supposed worst expected part of the coming storm is still gathering more moisture over Lake Michigan before it is to supposedly get here. So, given prevailing weather delivered directions over our Shorthorn country. Sneak and I’ve got about six hours to “get ‘er done!” bring that implement out into the light of usefulness.
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Right turn out the driveway Sneak and I hit the way of the proverbial yellow brick road that’d eventually lead to the old timey mowing machine. There was plenty of tree trimming two tress even coming down for safety of the participants working under them. Why we built a dandy monstrously heaped brush pile. Should make Bro’ happy….He may choose to either grapple the tree trimmings out to an already established burn pile OR attack those green leaved limbs with his brush-chopper I’m guessing that’s what its called?). The remaining scrap metals in our way we piled them on a steel paneled garage door. That make that junk easy loading onto the dumpy truck when the scrap yards once again open up after the weekend. Now that I’ve got it, the scraping bug, I want to clean up the whole forgotten area. There must be three more loads laying around the last one precious metals: aluminum, copper, stainless, you get the idea…. The area cleaning up nicely I backed the dumpy truck into the maze, loaded it with fire wood (good for year after next) and split for lunch.
On getting back we moved the what everybody really needs a horse drawn potato digger with the JCB skid-steer. Was a piece of cake. There it was finally open up and fully exposed nothing between it or us the elusive mowing machine. Backing down the 951 Ford tractor it were a snap hooking it up, delivering to the shop and backing it in. Once in the shade we commenced to try and figure it out. Obviously the pitman arm was rotted away (oh joy). The butter bar was rust frozen in place. No amount oil alone was going to make it move well alone. Besides all its knives needed sharpening. Mother Nature’s influence had undoubtedly taken the edge off all the knives. So with in the shop’s shade the breeze of a reassigned furnace blower doing its thing behind us, Sneak and I commenced to take some of the machine apart. Most remarkable of all our findings the entire drive-train was free and smoothly working in good order. Neared and beyonded quitting time Sneak and I still had a fence to relocate. It was like while changing that fence around it could have been said we weren’t all that sure whether we were coming or going. (grin)
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Friday, September 2, 2011
One underway
No, No boating although I do think about those days from time to time from fond memory.
What I did do was let Sneak take the 4020 JD load of hat down the road for the little girls. I took the 2150 Ollie stopping along the way to handle the little ladies gate. From there on we continued on to the harvested Sudex field. There we put the 2150 back together with a six-eighteen JD off land plow.
Expecting an all day rain took Sneak along I hit the road. Not backup! Confident in my ability I drove more or less to show him a couple more ways about on our roads. I did my banking thing, then we moved onto Wally World for me a pair work shoes and Sneak chore boots. He wound up gleaming a pair of each while I came away with nothing (zip). Then in spite of the fact I was wearing a WW sized 15’s the store associates tell me WW does carry this size. At this point I’m mulling over in my mind did I not have choice between three work boot styles in the sized fifteens two years ago. Knowing the store has gone off kilter we leave for no more sense of hanging round where my money was obviously not good enough.
Heading back to our Shorthorn country borders I stop us along the way to inquire upon the prices and availability’s of crushed concretes for the expressed idea of bolstering some driveways subsurface‘s. First stop for crushed concrete sold for $15/yd and only if we could connect and meet at an opportune time, He suggested this might be a bit difficult in an applicable way for both of us. What he did do was give me lead on the same product availability closer to home. So, on the road again we stopped by another farmer’s enterprise. Here we talked to an old acquaintance from whom I had purchased a freezer hog from some years ago. So delighted he was selling me that pig he’d also gotten out of raising anymore swine that year or subsequent seasons. The par laboring all done I come away from there with the owners cell phone number and $10/yd price for either crushed concrete or black top paving plus a place to get rid of broken concrete. ;d had a good morning.
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After lunch Sneak and I taken both the Cushman and dumpy truck down the road the Cushman was used o transport wood cutting equipment. Upon the Dumpy truck we loaded scrap metals for clearing away to the moval of an old potato digger for beyond that I was after a sickle bar mower. We’ve go a yard and pasture infested with gimps-on weed. The bosses idea is cut the stuff while it is still in blossom and compost it. So this is also tomorrow’s project.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
What I did do was let Sneak take the 4020 JD load of hat down the road for the little girls. I took the 2150 Ollie stopping along the way to handle the little ladies gate. From there on we continued on to the harvested Sudex field. There we put the 2150 back together with a six-eighteen JD off land plow.
Expecting an all day rain took Sneak along I hit the road. Not backup! Confident in my ability I drove more or less to show him a couple more ways about on our roads. I did my banking thing, then we moved onto Wally World for me a pair work shoes and Sneak chore boots. He wound up gleaming a pair of each while I came away with nothing (zip). Then in spite of the fact I was wearing a WW sized 15’s the store associates tell me WW does carry this size. At this point I’m mulling over in my mind did I not have choice between three work boot styles in the sized fifteens two years ago. Knowing the store has gone off kilter we leave for no more sense of hanging round where my money was obviously not good enough.
Heading back to our Shorthorn country borders I stop us along the way to inquire upon the prices and availability’s of crushed concretes for the expressed idea of bolstering some driveways subsurface‘s. First stop for crushed concrete sold for $15/yd and only if we could connect and meet at an opportune time, He suggested this might be a bit difficult in an applicable way for both of us. What he did do was give me lead on the same product availability closer to home. So, on the road again we stopped by another farmer’s enterprise. Here we talked to an old acquaintance from whom I had purchased a freezer hog from some years ago. So delighted he was selling me that pig he’d also gotten out of raising anymore swine that year or subsequent seasons. The par laboring all done I come away from there with the owners cell phone number and $10/yd price for either crushed concrete or black top paving plus a place to get rid of broken concrete. ;d had a good morning.
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After lunch Sneak and I taken both the Cushman and dumpy truck down the road the Cushman was used o transport wood cutting equipment. Upon the Dumpy truck we loaded scrap metals for clearing away to the moval of an old potato digger for beyond that I was after a sickle bar mower. We’ve go a yard and pasture infested with gimps-on weed. The bosses idea is cut the stuff while it is still in blossom and compost it. So this is also tomorrow’s project.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
One underway
No, No boating although I do think about those days from time to time from fond memory.
What I did do was let Sneak take the 4020 JD load of hat down the road for the little girls. I took the 2150 Ollie stopping along the way to handle the little ladies gate. From there on we continued on to the harvested Sudex field. There we put the 2150 back together with a six-eighteen JD off land plow.
Expecting an all day rain took Sneak along I hit the road. Not backup! Confident in my ability I drove more or less to show him a couple more ways about on our roads. I did my banking thing, then we moved onto Wally World for me a pair work shoes and Sneak chore boots. He wound up gleaming a pair of each while I came away with nothing (zip). Then in spite of the fact I was wearing a WW sized 15’s the store associates tell me WW does carry this size. At this point I’m mulling over in my mind did I not have choice between three work boot styles in the sized fifteens. Knowing the store has gone of kilter we leave for no more sense of hanging round where my money was obviously not good enough.
Heading back to our Shorthorn country borders I stop us along the way to inquire upon the prices and availability’s of crushed concretes for the expressed idea of bolstering some driveways subsurface‘s. First stop for crushed concrete sold for $15/yd and only if we could connect and meet at an opportune time, He suggested this might be a bit difficult in an applicable way for both of us. What he did do was give me lead on the same product availability closer to home. So, on the road again we stopped by another farmer’s enterprise. Here we talked to an old acquaintance from whom I had purchased a freezer hog from some years ago. So delighted he was selling me that pig he’d also gotten out of raising anymore swine that year or subsequent seasons. The par laboring all done I come away from there with the owners cell phone number and $10/yd price for either crushed concrete or black top paving plus a place to get rid of broken concrete. ;d had a good morning.
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After lunch Sneak and I taken both the Cushman and dumpy truck down the road the Cushman was used o transport wood cutting equipment. Upon the Dumpy truck we loaded scrap metals for clearing away to the moval of an old potato digger for beyond that I was after a sickle bar mower. We’ve go a yard and pasture infested with gimps-on weed. The bosses idea is cut the stuff while it is still in blossom and compost it. So this is also tomorrow’s project.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
What I did do was let Sneak take the 4020 JD load of hat down the road for the little girls. I took the 2150 Ollie stopping along the way to handle the little ladies gate. From there on we continued on to the harvested Sudex field. There we put the 2150 back together with a six-eighteen JD off land plow.
Expecting an all day rain took Sneak along I hit the road. Not backup! Confident in my ability I drove more or less to show him a couple more ways about on our roads. I did my banking thing, then we moved onto Wally World for me a pair work shoes and Sneak chore boots. He wound up gleaming a pair of each while I came away with nothing (zip). Then in spite of the fact I was wearing a WW sized 15’s the store associates tell me WW does carry this size. At this point I’m mulling over in my mind did I not have choice between three work boot styles in the sized fifteens. Knowing the store has gone of kilter we leave for no more sense of hanging round where my money was obviously not good enough.
Heading back to our Shorthorn country borders I stop us along the way to inquire upon the prices and availability’s of crushed concretes for the expressed idea of bolstering some driveways subsurface‘s. First stop for crushed concrete sold for $15/yd and only if we could connect and meet at an opportune time, He suggested this might be a bit difficult in an applicable way for both of us. What he did do was give me lead on the same product availability closer to home. So, on the road again we stopped by another farmer’s enterprise. Here we talked to an old acquaintance from whom I had purchased a freezer hog from some years ago. So delighted he was selling me that pig he’d also gotten out of raising anymore swine that year or subsequent seasons. The par laboring all done I come away from there with the owners cell phone number and $10/yd price for either crushed concrete or black top paving plus a place to get rid of broken concrete. ;d had a good morning.
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After lunch Sneak and I taken both the Cushman and dumpy truck down the road the Cushman was used o transport wood cutting equipment. Upon the Dumpy truck we loaded scrap metals for clearing away to the moval of an old potato digger for beyond that I was after a sickle bar mower. We’ve go a yard and pasture infested with gimps-on weed. The bosses idea is cut the stuff while it is still in blossom and compost it. So this is also tomorrow’s project.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Been busy
We’re okay, Her Mostess’s health is on an even keel with home attending nurse and physical therapist visits taking her vitals, keeping records, making suggestions to coop and improve her wellbeing. Me, I’ve been either preparing seed beds or making fix on a couple uncooperative tractors.
Today’s Shorthorn country ill see us spreading fertilizer events, broadcasting and setting seed. Once the field’s been planted and cultipacked one or all of us will pickup hazardly loose rocks potentially dangerous to the hay mowing machine.
Sneak has acquired the free use of a van to drive us into city health appointments. One those appointments is coming up next week.
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Postal box update:
While I was denied the opportunity to re-fix that knocked off mail box Sunday last, the dumb assed owner has taken it upon his-self to put up a whole new another assembly . This time rather than putting the mail box on top the same post planeted to close to the road, this wise-acher has reset a whole new post with an projecting arm off that post putting the mail box door vertically even with the edge of the roadway’s narrow pavement. I can see three future possibilities for this dumb ass’s single mindedness: somebody getting hurt accidentally hitting it, stuck squarely out over the road’s should for a teen’s motored ball bat target, and in a direct line placement for our winter snowplows gonna get it way. Viva the stupid ass putting up such an inappropriate road side target, the Jerk!
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The satellite hay field is planted and we’ve all the equipment is in the home Shorthorn country neighborhood. Come on rain!
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One of Frieda’s medications has been changed. Those PT’s and Traveling Nurse vital reports getting back to Doc seems her heart has been over medicated. New script waiting pick up. So, we had to backtrack some our day’s travels to get it. I ain’t yet figured out her female mind, unable to call me earlier to save me a trip my picking it up on the way home. Anyway I wound up the bad guy.
This gore along in like manner Bro’s organizing this morning’s hay planting start. By the time he’d gotten the fertilizer, the seed and us on site it was lunch time. That was the first time today I was the bad guy for wanting dinner. Now, get this, he invites us to get in his truck so’s he can take us to lunch. Yeah right! He took us home and then wanted us to hurry, the Asshole! I been sick the rest of the day even eventually feeling over heated, sick to the stomach, painful left shoulder. I found some shade laid down and took a nap while Sneak cultipacked in the seed. Waking up later I still didn’t feel whole lot better.
By time got home, got in, got something to eat it was only a half hour until sundown. Been a Hell Day.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Today’s Shorthorn country ill see us spreading fertilizer events, broadcasting and setting seed. Once the field’s been planted and cultipacked one or all of us will pickup hazardly loose rocks potentially dangerous to the hay mowing machine.
Sneak has acquired the free use of a van to drive us into city health appointments. One those appointments is coming up next week.
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Postal box update:
While I was denied the opportunity to re-fix that knocked off mail box Sunday last, the dumb assed owner has taken it upon his-self to put up a whole new another assembly . This time rather than putting the mail box on top the same post planeted to close to the road, this wise-acher has reset a whole new post with an projecting arm off that post putting the mail box door vertically even with the edge of the roadway’s narrow pavement. I can see three future possibilities for this dumb ass’s single mindedness: somebody getting hurt accidentally hitting it, stuck squarely out over the road’s should for a teen’s motored ball bat target, and in a direct line placement for our winter snowplows gonna get it way. Viva the stupid ass putting up such an inappropriate road side target, the Jerk!
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The satellite hay field is planted and we’ve all the equipment is in the home Shorthorn country neighborhood. Come on rain!
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One of Frieda’s medications has been changed. Those PT’s and Traveling Nurse vital reports getting back to Doc seems her heart has been over medicated. New script waiting pick up. So, we had to backtrack some our day’s travels to get it. I ain’t yet figured out her female mind, unable to call me earlier to save me a trip my picking it up on the way home. Anyway I wound up the bad guy.
This gore along in like manner Bro’s organizing this morning’s hay planting start. By the time he’d gotten the fertilizer, the seed and us on site it was lunch time. That was the first time today I was the bad guy for wanting dinner. Now, get this, he invites us to get in his truck so’s he can take us to lunch. Yeah right! He took us home and then wanted us to hurry, the Asshole! I been sick the rest of the day even eventually feeling over heated, sick to the stomach, painful left shoulder. I found some shade laid down and took a nap while Sneak cultipacked in the seed. Waking up later I still didn’t feel whole lot better.
By time got home, got in, got something to eat it was only a half hour until sundown. Been a Hell Day.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Been busy
We’re okay, Her Mostess’s health is on an even keel with home attending nurse and physical therapist visits taking her vitals, keeping records, making suggestions to coop and improve her wellbeing. Me, I’ve been either preparing seed beds or making fix on a couple uncooperative tractors.
Today’s Shorthorn country ill see us spreading fertilizer events, broadcasting and setting seed. Once the field’s been planted and cultipacked one or all of us will pickup hazardly loose rocks potentially dangerous to the hay mowing machine.
Sneak has aquired the free use of a van to drive us into city health appointments. One those appointments is coming up next week.
Postal box update:
While I was denied the opportunity to reaffix that knocked off mail box Sunday last, the dumb assed owner has taken it upon his-self to put up a whole new another assembly . This time rather than putting the mail box on top the same post planeted to close to the road, this wise-acher has reset a whole new post with an projecting arm off that post putting the mail box door vertically even with the edge of the roadway’s narrow pavement. I can see three future possibilities for this dumb ass’s single mindedness: somebody getting hurt accidentally hitting it, stuck squarely out over the road’s should for a teen’s motored ball bat target, and in a direct line placement for our winter snowplows gonna get it way. Viva the stupid ass putting up such an inappropriate road side target, the Jerk!
"Rainbows."
Fernan
Today’s Shorthorn country ill see us spreading fertilizer events, broadcasting and setting seed. Once the field’s been planted and cultipacked one or all of us will pickup hazardly loose rocks potentially dangerous to the hay mowing machine.
Sneak has aquired the free use of a van to drive us into city health appointments. One those appointments is coming up next week.
Postal box update:
While I was denied the opportunity to reaffix that knocked off mail box Sunday last, the dumb assed owner has taken it upon his-self to put up a whole new another assembly . This time rather than putting the mail box on top the same post planeted to close to the road, this wise-acher has reset a whole new post with an projecting arm off that post putting the mail box door vertically even with the edge of the roadway’s narrow pavement. I can see three future possibilities for this dumb ass’s single mindedness: somebody getting hurt accidentally hitting it, stuck squarely out over the road’s should for a teen’s motored ball bat target, and in a direct line placement for our winter snowplows gonna get it way. Viva the stupid ass putting up such an inappropriate road side target, the Jerk!
"Rainbows."
Fernan
10-1-2011 Been busy
We’re okay, Her Mostess’s health is on an even keel with home attending nurse and physical therapist visits taking her vitals, keeping records, making suggestions to coop and improve her wellbeing. Me, I’ve been either preparing seed beds or making fix on a couple uncooperative tractors.
Today’s Shorthorn country ill see us spreading fertilizer events, broadcasting and setting seed. Once the field’s been planted and cultipacked one or all of us will pickup hazardly loose rocks potentially dangerous to the hay mowing machine.
Sneak has aquired the free use of a van to drive us into city health appointments. One those appointments is coming up next week.
Postal box update:
While I was denied the opportunity to reaffix that knocked off mail box Sunday last, the dumb assed owner has taken it upon his-self to put up a whole new another assembly . This time rather than putting the mail box on top the same post planeted to close to the road, this wise-acher has reset a whole new post with an projecting arm off that post putting the mail box door vertically even with the edge of the roadway’s narrow pavement. I can see three future possibilities for this dumb ass’s single mindedness: somebody getting hurt accidentally hitting it, stuck squarely out over the road’s should for a teen’s motored ball bat target, and in a direct line placement for our winter snowplows gonna get it way. Viva the stupid ass putting up such an inappropriate road side target, the Jerk!
"Rainbows."
Fernan
Today’s Shorthorn country ill see us spreading fertilizer events, broadcasting and setting seed. Once the field’s been planted and cultipacked one or all of us will pickup hazardly loose rocks potentially dangerous to the hay mowing machine.
Sneak has aquired the free use of a van to drive us into city health appointments. One those appointments is coming up next week.
Postal box update:
While I was denied the opportunity to reaffix that knocked off mail box Sunday last, the dumb assed owner has taken it upon his-self to put up a whole new another assembly . This time rather than putting the mail box on top the same post planeted to close to the road, this wise-acher has reset a whole new post with an projecting arm off that post putting the mail box door vertically even with the edge of the roadway’s narrow pavement. I can see three future possibilities for this dumb ass’s single mindedness: somebody getting hurt accidentally hitting it, stuck squarely out over the road’s should for a teen’s motored ball bat target, and in a direct line placement for our winter snowplows gonna get it way. Viva the stupid ass putting up such an inappropriate road side target, the Jerk!
"Rainbows."
Fernan
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