Dumpy’s Day

It was after being caught and survived two ambushes I’ve finally gotten the Dumpy truck together enough today after I’ve installed a new set sparkplugs and the hood‘s back on, we should be ready to go.
Thinking next two immediate projects. Find Dumpy truck’s new doors up in barn wherever they are and paint them inside and out. More importantly get the old blue 4x4 in shop to pull engine transmission assembly. Need trans for ugly. Can (will) use short block for Greeny truck’s engine repairs. When both engines Ugly and Greeny engines are out they’ll both be rolled over for their rods and mains plasti-gauging.
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On/in the home front a pallet’s been set in the basement. I carried in three kinds tators, with one more kind still coming up from the barn. Repackaged two crates apples. Consolidated three kinds squash in another box. Must re-crate these when I find another crate.
Enough produce dungeon stored. I think’s I’ll see the ladies feed on the surpluse surpluses.
Okay; so I ain’t exciting. I haven’t made up my mind whether the days are to long or too short. Have got a bunch oods’n’ends stuff still needing winterizing. And one last Ollie to free for whatever use deemed needed later. This is it.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan

Ladies Day

Spent the entire morning working the chutes the farm both ends the road. The herd’s going to be three ladies smaller in a few days their leaving upon a fact finding mission one of our livestock exchanges come Tuesday.
Afternoon I emptied ashes, drove fence posts, and did some protective greasing a few tractor and implement parts. It was late afternoon by the time I finally got to look at Dumpy truck. Worked on it for only an hour-and-a-half. With any luck at all, should have Dumpy running tomorrow. When as I had hit my wall, and had yet managed to get some truck re-assembly put back together. Rather than charge on up the road I joined Bro’ de-packaging baked goods. This chore requires little knowledge nor smarts enough to avoid involvement. An easy task it was a splendid way to wind down what had been a fully busy day.
Sneak got off early today. So early I found myself not only thinking, but also suspecting he had been watching our house; not coming home before he had seen me go down the road. Kids?!?!?!???
For supper, Sneak, had deep fried some chicken and thinly sliced tators. With chilled beets for a veggie. Sparing no expense, desert was of a cup-caked variety requisitioned from a trucked in huge box commercially baked surpluses.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan

Dumpy’s coming along
Spent most the day playen Mr. Fix it on the Dumpy truck.
This morning’s dumpy truck need involved bolting in the motor mounts. The bugger’s unwilling to go easily together I resorted to using an accessory body jack extra special jack between Dumpy’s engine and frame a whole inch for the last bolts fit. With the exception of going over to our rural parts supplier for a free lunch celebration Sneak and I wrenched until the Sixguys’ called him over for an evening’s semi driving hauling in soybeans.
My laying down on the floor job, climbing into the engine compartment, and stretched out leaning over the fenders for seven hours my body’s joints telegraphing my brain it had had enough. I listened, assisted Bro’ with his chores, and made a takeout run for the Friday night Order of the Eastern Star fish dinners vittles. God stuff! Three their dinner’s will feed us tonight and leave leftovers for tomorrow night. Now them’s generous portions. Can’t buy a two night fish dinner at the speaker for these girls prices.
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Here’s picture of one the cheap Harbor Freight accessory jack kit‘s tool‘s. Only twice used that kit has already paid for itself the time it has saved us wrestling seemingly impossible tasks in a faster more timely manner.


How about this five day old Fall calf watching mom mixed in with neighborhood some of the ladies scarfing down recently unwrapped surplus bake goods.


Found me a real free bargain simply for picking it up out of somebody’s roadside trash. It’ll be joined with another bike making me a stable of two bikes (for starters) to carry upon the haying tractors next Summer. Designated AT’s they’ll save me some long (not always successful hitch hiked) walks either back home or to shop. Especially when any of the troops have forgotten to be there for me upon demand (called). Often dirty buzzards any one or the lot of them! Meanwhile, I’ve already have enough scrounged parts to easily make me two tractor fitted bicycle bike racks.


So, this more or less explains my Shorthorn country day’s activities plus pictures to go along with some the words past and present.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan

Wench lost today

About ready to go out, Juan called, “Discount shopper’s day, Amigo!” We were gone, getting back at about the crack of noon.
Lunched.
Hit elevator, picked up empty grain box, setup machinery and ground grain for an afternoon activity primer. Then for some real fun we put the 445 baler in the barn. That was a teamster’s job and a half with only about an outside foot clearance either side the Oliver I had to use to park the baler indoors. Next afternoon’s steps followed us haying the ladies which included a have to move the last tractor out of way, for a last round about the farmyard drive. This next move lead us to the 4-180 White, Tom parked in the yearly winter swamp, with two implements in tow. A fairway cleared 24’ wide I drove the 4-180 out of its potential lower Winter water hole right out on to the road, up the road, through the farmyard drive proper, and out into the Westside’s roadside pasture on yonder to/thru the near back pasture and beyond driven the long way into the hay-yard where we dropped the implements. Next I parked the 4-180 in the nearer convenience of my domicile’s electrical outlets for cold season’s monthly battery charges all the tractors batteries. Well late into the afternoon it was break time. It was hot tea for me, coffee milked break for Sneak. Lastly we delivered the ground grain. When even if it were for only a few minutes we should have maybe at least looked at Dumpy’s motor mounts. Blast it! Forget it! I’ll (we’ll) look at the motor mount problems come, us up fresh, tomorrow morning. The shadows were lengthening. I’d seen the motor mounts had problems last night! It was time to go home.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan

Catching it up

Been busy, busy, busy, doing a little of this’d’that adding all of them together they’ve filled my last three days. The bestest accomplishment came to us late this afternoon when the repair engine assembly and the transmission finally slid together. I’ve hauled grain, unwrapped baked goods, rounded up livestock, exchanged damaged hay feeders for good. Some of this activity alone while Sneak was putting his long days shuttling combined corn to the elevators. Some of these activities alone. Sneak rained off the crop lands was my third’n’forth hands today, even with his help, it seemed we were getting absolutely nowhere for what seemed an eternity pushen'n'pullen, shoven, rocken, pryen, liften’n’loweren chain-falls. Bro’ likely coming out to draft us into helping him with his chores, he wound-up doing the laying on the floor part giving up movement directions until the two largest principle parts fit together. It’s hallelujah time. After my supper has settled a bit and it still ain’t to late after dark I may even celebrate this first minor accomplishment with either a short beer or a bottled wine sampler.
Oh yeah, had one more surprise three days ago, we’ve got a fresh brand new Fall calf to Winter this year again. Sorry, no picture ’cause I’ve just been to busy.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan

Surprise….

Today was the day Frieda’s cardiologist’s appointment had been moved a week up to. I made a phone call Frieda taking over giving all the wrong answers to some very pertinent questions. So far any positive action on it this request is leaning hard and long in the negative direction. Our first or is she the second or even maybe the third social worker to suggest we apply for this help with this help angle try. Maybe a forth SW?
Oh well, between social worker calls over land line, stopping by the house personal appearances while fitting the cardiologist in as well sure blew away this day. Late afternoon I did manage to fit in some shop time at the other end. I assisted loading out three stacks two of them pallets and the third a stack of heavy cardboard boxes. Bro’ satisfied, I turned some my time towards Dumpy truck re-lifting the engine. Engine hanging free I found the clutch fork had slipped. The throw-out bearing way off center had hindered the engine’s installation in any way, shape, manner, or form. Maybe I’ll have another (solitary this time) go at putting the engine in Dumpy truck again tomorrow.
Doing several small chores I’m surprised I managed to have gotten anything done.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan

Uneventful

It could not have a more non productive day than today. Fillip and I staying home Bro’ had told us we were going to run these ladies through the chutes starting 9:30 AM. By not showing up until 11:30 AM he had managed to thoroughly waste us a half a day. In the mean-between-time Fillip and I managed clean the clutter and sweep the dirt off the Cushman. Then we commenced to reload it with firewood. When he did show up, we run all the ladies into the larger holding pen. As long as he had Keith and Shane for help, Fillip and I cut out.
We should have taken dinner, it was that late. But, instead we lowered the engine into that hollow place under Dumpy’s hood. By 2:00 PM Fillip and I were about fed up with our sorry attempts to slip the engine and transmission together. We actually ended up removing the engine a second time. We striped all our work down having to take a file to smoothing off some sticking the assemblies rough edges. When we left this afternoon (Hell, it was mid evening) we had to do some marketing for Sneaks lunches. Still don’t know if they’ll be able to negotiate the fields with their heavy trucks. If Sneak’s got another day off tomorrow I know where he’s going to spend some his time.
Oh Lawd, I’ve got to make some phone calls on Her Mostess’s behalf. I want that stubborn engine seated in Dumpy‘s bowels, and still need to be here when I’m called for two social worker’s visits. This’ll all likely require more filled out forms before all this settling into some new ways to live out some of the next days left of our lives.
I know getting down’n’up the floor working on the dumpy truck is doing a hell of number wearing me out. I remember when it was a lot easier getting back up off the floor or the ground for that matter.
One glorious observation: I’m ecstatically happy to be blessed with either a floor or a bit of earth under my feet. Why? Why of-course when I happen to drop examples of either a nut’n’bolt or a wrench. Any of these misfortunes I’m pleased that item may not have dropped any further than the surface I happen to be standing on! See how simple a single little blessing may be so helpful. I’m telling it like it is. Every once in a while my modest smarts almost frightens me.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan

10-22-2011 TGIF

Sneak and I tried for all we were worth to get somewhere with the Dumpy truck repairs. Two or three setbacks had us scrambling for more parts, some special exhaust manifold studs for exhaust pipe installation when that time comes. before the parts suppliers closed shop today. By the end of my having hit the wall day my mind was in no mood to take any foolish chances on trying to set the engine back into truck. BUT, that engine is ready. All the new parts except the klutzy new clutch fork went into reassembly.
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Was visited today by another social worker for the aged checking on Frieda. Oh boy, Between condition and eligibility for other services. This isn’t exactly doing my disposition any good. Now, there’s a line I’ve written wrong. Putting it this way, between an almost daily assortment (one at a time) of forms to fill in/out, and the doors hinges being worn thin with a selection of professional medical people coming and going for my Frieda’s benefit They’s wearing me down and out. We’ve a nurse a week and two physical therapists making three day trips a week now add a social worker or two a week each one a specialist in her field.
It’s found Frieda’s eligible for this’n’or’that more times than I may count. Next problem is getting it? Seems Monday I’ve been drafted to speak upon Frieda’s behalf again. She’s already had me doing her paper work now she’s insisting I do her speaking for her. That ought to tie my up on the phone for an hour or two. AND, another social workers coming in again Monday plus the one who had been here today will be back. I think we have as many as four social workers visiting our home a month now in addition to the two physical therapists and two nurses. I be damned if I ain’t thinking about installing bleachers in out living room arena. And, for half these peoples visits Frieda calls me off whatever I maybe trying to do. That’s alright; for she’s been the center of my world, my anchor, friend, confidant, moral booster, supporter, encourager, and pleasurable mate.
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Up early this morning I experience cramps and shakes both in my hands. Now, that’s a nuisance. But, I persevered. It hadn’t been such a bad sunny day for one that was supposed to have rained all over us.
Here’s hoping Sneak and I success setting the engine back into Dumpy truck tomorrow.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan

Dumpy Hurdles

Diligently thinking we’re going to set the Dumpy Truck’s world on fire we were soon disillusioned that wasn’t going to happen today. We found three of the four transmission to the bell housing bolt holes stripped. Nuts! It was time to call out for more parts and tools. Having spent a small fortune by the time we got to town after a slow morning’s start involvement with other farm issues here, I was about to spend again half the price those parts cost me, for more tools and parts we didn’t have. For starts we bought and brought home a helli-coil set of tools and the new coil-threads. Home (shop) we found we needed a 17/32 drill bit we didn’t have. On the cell phone again all I found was there wasn’t going to be an easy acquisition for one either. Then coming to our ears Bro’ was going to make a run into Flint. He’d get a bit for us. Meanwhile Sneak’s another day off right on into next Monday morning maybe? Oh yeah, Save-A-Lot just up the street we wheeled in for an assortment of coffees to satisfy some caffeine craze appetites around here.
New thoughts involving Cushman were put on hold with an incoming phone call. The livestock semen tank needing topping off The CO2 delivery man was looking for a way in to fill the farm’s semen tank. The tank refilled the Cushman skipped for the delivery man’s need I went back to work on Dumpy. Sneak finished up pressure washing the rotary-mower-conditioner clean so we may put it up and away for the Winter.
Bro’ making an appearance with the needed drill bit I immediately went to work drilling out three stripped holes. Re-threading them for the helli-coils took a little time making Bell housing ready for bolting tomorrow. I managed to cut out a new homemade inspection cover to replace the original missing one. So that’s were we left the shop. A body may “win some lose some. There’s always tomorrow.” Progress upon the new cover shall continue tomorrow from where I left off.
Have learn we’ve an dead old fallen over Oak tree to cut up for firewood today. That wood will make our woodstove dance when January gets here.
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Coming in this evening the home fire’s burning sure felt good against the chilly dampness’s having homesteaded within my aching bones throughout the day. Passing through my doors, washing up, washed up, I indulged myself with a delicious cup of hot tea. I know I had written I’d like crumpets with my tea; alright, I had to settle for shortbreads. These indulgences held me over until supper was served. This was my day!
“Rainbows.”
Fernan

Lots-a Rain

It’s rained all night the night I slept. I heard the bells of Saint Mary’s a thousand choruses strong ringing all their bells simultaneously, the cable having gone out. I had listened to the wind blowing under/around the eves. I listened to the wind whistling its tunes through all the cracks around the windows and doors. I heard the basement’s sump pump removing water filtered through the basement walls. Standing on the wet rear entry door floor looking down at the barn I could see water running through that same barnyard’s creek.
Cable coming back on, its bottom traveling broadcasting lines told us of all manner of overnight happening leading right on into today: power outages, chain reaction E-way accidents, school and community closers, and floods, for the most part all this action north of us about the Saginaw and Michigan’s thumb areas.
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Fillip’s rained out and/or off the Fall harvest for a few days. Otherwise going to be a busy day. I had been informed a need for more ground grain, there’s the wanted capture two calves to putting them up in barn.
When I get back to Dumpy truck is anyone’s guess. Sneak thinks he’s seen clutch inspection cover seen on side the road around the corner. Be nice if it’s the one and fits, otherwise I must make one.
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After a near fruitless morning’s attempt to look like we knew what we were doing we finally made it into the closest burg and picked up all of Dumpy’s needed parts. Brand new they were. It’s scarce the rebuilder’s who rebuild clutch parts anymore. Resting ready to go in he shop (the parts) Sneak and I came home for a bite.
Mid day hungries satisfied we retrieved the empty wagon, stopped by the elevator for supplements, and moseyed home just like we were supposed to do. Sneak’s finally emptied the wood hauler out of the way waiting new adventures hauling in firewood. Raining as hard as it seemed to be slow soaking me to the skin as the day wore on. We’ve had three inches rain over the last 24 hrs. Needless to say I had had my fill, drying tractor seats out the sitting down on them the bloating hard-way. Today I have repeatedly wet my britches a number of times. When I hit the sack this evening where nobody’s going to see it I’ll be slipping my wetted wrinkled arse between the sheets hopping when risen in the morning they’ll look freshly ironed.
I don’t care if it’s an hour or two hours short a full day, I’ve (we’ve) put in our weathered time. It had turned into a hunkering down around the blazing woodstove for solace and warmth. To the seeked well being feeling I may very seriously add a hot steeped cup of tea served up in a fine china cup to my early evening revitalization. Anyone seen any crumpets around here?
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A couple incidentals:
1st one; whilst jockeying equipment and machines around for the grind, my stepping down from the Ugly truck, low and behold, what did my wandering eyes spy? Why the very fancy Dumpy truck keys Sneak had lost a couple weeks ago. As they are the originals I’m taking serious charge of them from here on out.
2nd one; as sneak and I were capping and wrapping up our late afternoon quitting time talking about laying today’s tarps used over things in the barn to dry out, while leaning on Ugly truck’s box-side Sneak catches a gander at a deer out off yonder almost roughly a quarter mile away along the western property line. Even continuing roughly told we saw at least five deer, one of them a buck with a truly magnificent spread. And, nobody sitting out in today’s rain to have a crack at them (him). (hehe) Meanwhile I see no point telling any doubting Thomas’s about them. I’m tired being told I don’t know of what I talk about. Well, this time I have a witness. I’ve suggested to Sneak he keep what we’ve seen our secret.
“Rainbow.”
Fernan

Rain changes…..

…..the way things getting done around here.
Rain all night and likely continuing all day has brought harvesters and transport trucks home to roost. Way I here it Sneak’s truck was a three or four time break-downer all day yesterday. More anti-freeze leaks, a short or open circuit causing the truck‘s refusal to start, and a fire under the floorboards. If I hadn’t mentioned it also this Sneak’s job and harvesting fun is just around the corner at the Sixguy’s Farm.. There work today in-a big shop Snaks trucks under full cover for repairs and causes. I got-a tell ya, while farm trucks don’t necessarily roll up the miles the irregular terrain sure puts a strain on the platform, cab, engine, and suspensions.
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Me, I woke up to Charlie-horse (or cramp). That’s a great way to start any day. Lack of house work done around here has this house looking like a disaster area. Sneak’s long working hours, my also long Fall days, particularly the time to take the Dumpy truck apart so’s we may put in our time waiting for parts.
I’m thinking whitch ever the one of us who gets his outside the house work done early today, he being first, will get back here and attack this mess. I’m worrying it’ll be me. I could use a wash tub just for soaking dishes. Have I ever mentioned I like paper plates?
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Her Mostess, is still in bed, as I write these little rural gems. Meanwhile I’ve got my rattlers taken. Making plans to bring home a small floor jack, my nt looking for to bring the Cushman out into the rain. ‘Sides if I took it down the road, there’s no room for it in the shop. A flat tire maybe but not the whooooole thing! (grin)
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The wood-stove is into it’s third straight full day’s in use. The heating season is here. I’m needing a string on my finger to check our winter’s fuel oil supply level before oil prices again rise?
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I don’t remember what I did all morning but I got it all done. Noon Sneak come walking in the door rained out of the corn and bean field harvests.
This morning he spent with the r est of the harvesting mob going over his tractor, mechanican it for when they may next either get on the fields or hauling beans to distanced elevators. But for this afternoon he was mine. Between us we finished taking further dis-assembly the Dumpy trucks power plant.
Calling an innumerable number of auto wreckers no used parts were available for dumpy trucks clutching needs. Phone shopping around I found prices all over the place. Not only did the cheapest quoter get my order he also impressed me with what he knew of my needs. Parts will be here any time AM I get around to picking them up. 5:30 AM if I want them. The most we did we removed the bell housing. Oooh what we found, the remainder of the transmission bolts were loose. Dirt was found between everything. The transmissions input shaft pilot bearing was eatened out. The clutch fork and pivot ball both scored to uselessness. A portion the throw out bearing’s collar broken out.
Tomorrow’s tinkering will involve replacing the broken motor mounts. With some preliminary engine bell housing, and starter assembly I’ll be laying out and making new for the conglomerate assembly a new inspection cover I’ll make to keep farm dirt’s out of the bell housing’s housed parts.
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A headachy day coming home an hour early to a warm fire was what I needed. Not only that, I need to pitch in with the household chores.
Supper and desert were simple leftovers.
Scarcely looking forward to tomorrow. Been told I need to catch two calves. They’re likely going to be in one muddy yard by tomorrow morning. Also informed the feed box is empty. Grand! Weather reports calling for steady rains up to as much as three inches rain. Grand!
Looks like a grand time all day tomorrow?
“Rainbows.”
Fernan

Dumpy's Day

Callen TSC evening last they had me a Cushman’s tire inner tube set aside. So I hit the road really badly needing it bad. Roding through Clio driving as if I was on a mission. Once I was inside the TSC merchant-eel I picked up cat foot, three bag salt, and my inner tube. Returning to the road again running Clio again I found I had won a food lottery. It filled the Ugly truck passenger seat. Next stop the Otisville pharmacy picking up Her Mostess’s prescription, another half block Ugly gassed I was headed home.
A leisurely lunch, I was shop bound. My assuming Sneak had removed a certain motor mount bolt When I was ready Dumpy wasn’t, refusing to give up its engine to my wanten arms and wondering mind. When I did finally had the engine hanging free of Dumpy’s empty insides I found the pressure plate in sorry condition all the fingers near worn into. The engine spilling some fluids into the engine compartment further examination’s waiting until morning.
Turning away from Dumpy I unloaded Ugly truck some. I mixed salt, delivering some to Bro’s ladies, the mob nearly running me over to boot. Then my trying to get out of there the Grace cow wanted to inspect my emptied bucket all the way to the gate. Animals can be so funny.
Finally packing it in, leaving shop I stopped by an on running neighborhood yard sale to check out some motoring bicycle bike racks. Wanted to see if they were easily adaptable to front tractor grill mounting for AT transportation.
Home and unloading more Ugly truck, I put tools down in barn along with an air tank, and cat food. All in all not a bad day managing to get a lot done in-spite being on the road half the day. Oh yeah, Ugly behaved marvelously making all my driving a pleasant trip twice through one town plus once a village.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan

Whatever happened....

….either to or with smooth sailing?
Regardless, The funeral I conducted today was a low key private matter. No column of mourners walking behind the deceased and all that jazz. It was a quiet affair with the utmost respect for the bossy going onto greener pastures.
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Two machines had given me grief today. One of them the digger with some thing gone wrong in the tractor’s electrical system causing the starter solenoid failure to work. Thinking about this mechanical failure it may not be a bad solenoid but rather a broken or disconnected wire. Time will tell. The other problem, the Cushman with a stubbornly leaky tire refusing to stay aired up. Nut’s this may mean a run into one of the near by burb’s to pick up a new inner tube. Had to do this with it’s mating tire about eighteen months ago.
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Oh me, Oh my, My bestest help has abandoned me for a big-a truck. Sneak was called early this very AM offered a six weeks to eight weeks job driving an eighteen wheeler bringing in the corn harvest. Twelve hour days six days a week, seven if the weather pushes it. He’s called he’ll be getting off 9:00PM tonight. I guess he’s going to be kept for awhile. He’s tickled pink, happier than a Russian wolf hound with a new dog house to lay on top of in the deepest of blizzards snows.
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Spare moments here and there, little time enough to get into other trouble the 2150 Ollie has been move up close to the house and electrical outlets. The Schultzy Ollie with its still attached mower conditioner has been moved down the road and spotted in front of the shop for air and power washer blasting tomorrow so both units may be winter parked.
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The closest I got to the Dumpy truck was walking around it gathering up one and five gallon cans of oils for machines up the road. I merely sighed in passing knowing there’d be tomorrow.
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I guess I’ve either got bragging or complaining rights over being to busy all in one day. This evening I believe my activities are causing a restless right leg syndrome along with the shakes. Jeepers creepers, I mustn’t over fill a drinking glass for I may turn its rim ins a shoal causing all manner of waves to wash over the side's lip. I don’t know what I may do for it? Take a Valium maybe? Then again I hadn’t better? Valium a muscle relaxant, may not be such a good idea as it is the heart is also a muscle! Decisions, decisions! These are questions I need to (must) ask Doc when next I see him.
Bottom line, it has been a good day.
“Romance.”
Fernan

What the…?
I slept 10 ½ hrs last night managing to haul water near every hour on the hour. Sneak’s got the squirts, his reporting his making treks between some of mine. Her Mostess since her waking later than either the two males under this roof is busily trying to catch up with her male cohorts.
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Plan was to start taking Dumpy truck apart this morning. Don’t know if we should let Sneak get to far away from facilities. Oh well. Will have to wait a spell and see how he fares a bit later.
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Oh oh? I run across a new word “keeks?” Hmmm, near as I can tell it has something to do with the more intimate going’s/on’s between a couple behind closed doors. Must have something to do with the un-uttered pleasures a couple share behind those closed doors. All I can imagine, those keek’s are not something openly shared in polite society. Trying to figure out a way to use this word is sort-a puzzling my mind. For now the closest I may venture to write could be from my own experiences, putting it this way, “While our urges have cooled, my memory continues to serve me well the many pleasurable keeks my beloved and I shared during our mating season’s.”
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A late morning start we managed to put in three hours before partaking a late early to mid-afternoon dinner hour. Back at the Dumpy truck we were doing well making the progress needed to pull the engine, when we were interrupted. Was called upon to bury a cow.
Thinking it a simple mater to bury a cow didn’t work out quite like had thought it an easy task. The tractor refused to start, trying two sets jumper cables, cleaning battery terminals no soap, trading battery out of Ugly truck for the tractor’s five year old didn’t make a difference. The tractor temporarily dead for all practical purposes we towed the body out of the pasture to it’s eventual grave site. Looks like there’ll be some more wrenching tomorrow. Nuts! Why me?
Coming we beat the final sun down by fifteen minutes. TV stinks everything of any interest we’ve all already seen. So it’s a DVD movie from our library
“Rainbows.”
Fernan

Rainin’

Was supposed to rain Wednesday but didn’t start here until Thursday with sprinkles turning into some light showers Friday with some more serious rain this morning.
The sewn Winter rye ought to be coming up momentarily with a good Fall’s soaking rain’s start.
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Slept sound enough I did not entirely enjoying some weird if not bizarre dreams. Thankfully I can’t remember the story lines let alone any their details.
Some stiff breezes have brought down some leaves making some spotty golden carpets under some trees in our neighbor’s yards. Steadier rains over night have washed some more leaves down. So, my golden carpet is water logged. Going to be a long wait until my yard’s dry enough to mulch. Me, with more than enough farm chores to keep me busy I’ve merely raked not enough leaves out of the ditch their burned on the road’s shoulder started by some careless passer by motorist.
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I’m issuing a travel warning:
I noticed yesterday one of our potential Snow Birds taking down their mailbox, post included. I’ll venture to predict they’ll be flying low for Arizona any day now. Yup, just one more indication it could be an early tough upcoming Winter.
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An admittion:
I failed to make the last two urinal offerings last night. Catching up the one for day’4’last I’m skipping last night’s. ‘Sides nothing remotely adventuress let alone exciting happened all day.
We did put the old baler in the lower shed. Swapped Ollie’s on newer baler parking it out here to put away next time’s grind. Never made it to store. Just sort of took it easy most the day. This is all I’m saying. Tough!
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Oops, seems I repeated myself again the last couple days. So, live with it. I do! (grin)
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Today? I goofed off a fair share of it. We did finally clean the shop out. Dumpy trucks going in there first thing tomorrow morning. Then we’ll see how long it’ll take us to pull the engine out.
Oh yeah! The recently seeded Winter rye field is showing some green. From where I was sitting in passing that field today it is looking good.
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One more thing:
Son’s cat Stats has decided to part time take over my lap. It seems I’ve no choice in the matter which does not in any way make my two fingered typing any easier. Originally an outdoor cat he hasn’t gone outside since he’s gotten here. Fact is he refuses to go. He’s a whale of a mouser. Might be in his mind, “Why give all this free lunch up?”
“Rainbows.”
Fernan

10-13-2011 A couple thoughts

I’ve talked and shown some of the scrapped commodities hauled onto the farm. About the only good thing to come out of this calamity, excuse me, at least two things; one, these leftovers aren’t winding up packed down in an supposedly insignificant land fill; two, we are able to use these leftovers in the production of still more food for other peoples dinner tables. The sorriest over looked or by passed use for these commodities is why couldn’t they have been of further benefit of more starving peoples. I’ve got to recount a third very economic benefit to the farm in these times of rising production costs these goods have been a feed saver. The produce have indeed been real taste different treats according to the witnessing the bovines their individually favored ingesting emptied boxes varied fruits and vegetables. The baked goods made of baked Michigan grains have supplementing eased costs of feeding ever higher spiraling corn, oats, wheat, and other combined grain crops in the production of breads for American tables and tastes, these leftovers fattening, marbling beef into an easily cooked good tasting product.
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What happened?
It was sort-a later than usual (Sneak & I) our coming in. Sneak headed for the kitchen, I commenced to make myself comfortable. My sitting down I also commenced to fall off into a pre-dinner nap. I couldn’t have put in that hard of a day? Supper was good. A once upon child time old favorite mac’n’cheese wit last minute fresh (frozen) garden peas thrown in. Yum! Sneak had made a quick fixed cooked meal. Then I think I immediately succumbed into a post-dinner nap what lasted until I a-woke enough to move it from semi-vertical to fully horizontal. What’s more I even over slept the (this) morning I’m trying to finish this submission. I’m even hoping it’ll steadily rain so’s I may legitimately call this a #333* required two acetaminophen headachy lazy day after.
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What the Devil wore me out?
Ahem, Tom joining us for a little while we did some out of sync morning chores. Then moved two 1850 Olivers and one baler from here to the shop. In front of the shop Shane joined us in play. He power washed the newer 554 Vermeer baler free of all is collected dirty oil covered interiors and outside exterior’s workings clean. When he’d finished I swear that baler hadn’t looked that good since new. Not to hold Shane back I let him blow clean the much much-older 605 Vermeer baler.
One 1850 was found to need a font end steering adjustments. That same tractor also needs it’s hydra-power transmission replaced with an unfinished in the shop rebuild.
Enter next a community problem!?
The older baler Bro’ tried (engineer) upping the working bale making pressure to 1600#’s in lew of my 1300# last Summer’s attempt. This hydraulic problem Vermeer manufacturing ignored pressure problem denied enough, so well, and so fanatically irresponsible to the needs of it’s dealers (our’s ) and customers (us twice one of them, one dealer told Vermeer where to put their product. Bro’ calling Vermeer, Vermeer denying him (us) a satisfactory response in either a problem existed or direct assistance in solving the mechanical problem. Bro’ announced by his understanding Vermeer’s newly adopted attitude we were on our own.
We worked on it, Bro’ picking up from where I had left off. To carry out the change an extra large “C”clamp was employed along with the once by itself 1 1/8” open end wrench to make the necessary hard fast adjustment.
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While I had shown Shane a good time all his own I found pleasure sort and sifting through oodles of junk filled containers. Precious jewelry if ever a piece of this junk were required to make an unusual repair, modification, renew, or inventing something new’r’different.
Along about in here somewhere I had to run Tom home. Driving the tractor down to the shop had made given him an painful jolt to his spine.
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Shane earlier in the day had unfolded a non hunting scene. We passed each other earlier. He was on his way out back to add a nylon strap to his tree stand. While he and his squeeze were in the woods ding his modification thing a spike horn buck came walking close enough for an ideal bow shot. Moments later another buck with a big-a rake came along also presenting an easy shot. However, Shane hadn’t bothered to take his bow along. ROFLMAO…….
“Rainbows.”
Fernan

*333: half as retched as a flow blown beastly marked a 666.

Blow outs

Had to deal with the two of them this AM. Look at photo. The first time I’ve ever seen a new pair of shoes blow out a wearer’s souls!

Sneak hadn’t been here but about three days when I had to take him shopping for shoes and boots. Wally World first buying him these shoes these shoes not quite three months ago. These things hurting his feet. these shoes breaking open yesterday I was determined to take them back today.
An old customer service wacko gave us (me) some gruff of the mouth service demanding a receipt. What the? Attila the Hun gave me some lip about a required receipt and at that I should have kept it for three months. I keep farm receipts for years, not clothing tickets! By all appearances we were closing on a stand off right up until, I argued, the customer is always! Sneak’s got his new shoes.
Somewhere in here we had lunch.
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Here’s where we all spent the whole of the afternoon. Before we had finished we had filled three pallets with eight two bushels each baked goods filled, some of it having even been fed out today. There’s now only one bin out of six left to unpackage the bakery goods. Also disposed of one bin giant sized squash, one bin green bell peppers, and one bin cabbage and tomatoes.

Today’s taken home personal pantry swag included three angle food cakes, a couple packages short breads, a number of energy bars (pocket sized), a number of quarter pound cinnamon/raisin cookies, and other equally good or better taste cookie delights. When I had run across these goodies, just like a little kid with new found treasure I spirited this stuff away before anyone else caught on and wanted some. Yum!
Those shortbread's will go well with afternoon teas. The energy bars will make nourishingly good for us pick-me-up all natural treats, out in the woods, especially for some up coming long firewood cutting days. AND, I’ve not even mentioned the cinnamon/raisin breakfast bagels to go along with the change of season’s morning coffees. Me thinks I may have to get us a cream-cheese giving cow.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan

Next day….

….and I’ve already over slept. Guess I supposedly got more done than I realized. I wrote on two urinal entries yesterday. Failed to complete the last one fallen a-sleep over the key board so neither one of them were posted. Running late rat now, and don’t know have to worry about when I’ll catch-up again. Catch-up? What am I writing. Taking inventory my wants: I got-a clean a shop area big-enough for dumpy truck;s parked entry. Spotted an unbroken (?) ST16 hood and some nice seats at scrap yard, other day, I can’t afford; yet, if I don’t get them they could win up in a clapper and I’ll never see another hooood again?
More later………
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……...much much-late.
Knowen I had to grind grain. Knowen Dumpy truck becoming near impossible to shift it was decided to leave it rest out of the driveway’s way. The WD45 and 951 Ford tractors were released their cultipacker tows. Used the WD45 to bring empty ground feed wagon home, and the Cushman was driven to the elevator and back for supplements. Tom having come back to Michigan come by to borrow the ST16 to mow the hollow’s lawn. The 951 Ford towed Sneaks still half loaded trailer-load belongings out into the light of day so to get to the grinder-mixer. The machinery set here come the ST16 Tom parking it in front the low down barn.
Everything set, people satisfied and for the most part gone, Sneak and I commenced to grind supplemented feed fed the empty feed wagon. Meanwhile Bro’ had called, he’d made new first step for the 4020 JD liking to have it parked by shop so’s he could do some little welding. The JD delivered it was the Feed wagon’s turned parked in the usual feed dispensing area.
Next fixing to get a ride over to Lamrock’s scrap yard that thought was interrupted. Bro’ was on his way home with another load outdated commodities. Thankfully no carrots. But lots of cattle fattening bread. Hmm wow how the ladies do scramble be sure each and every one of them get their share. I didn’t do to badly myself. Brought home tonight’s coffeecake desert and mornings two bags donuts.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan

10-10-2011 Fun Fun Fun

For she who can’t hold it in misery:

In another vain, Stats (Sneak’s big Kitty) had caught a dungeon’s mouse, brought it up, showed it off to Sneak, and commenced to enjoy a fresh caught meal. Kitty YUM!
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One the things I did yesterday with some freed time I picked up some more electric fences. I wasn’t alone!!!!


Looking closely I had a flown in wildlife audience watching my every move as I picked up fencing two sides this field.
In upper picture may be seen a minuscule white, sun bleached out red, liquid soap bottle I’d put over a corner electric “T” fence post. While I pick up the wire and intervening electric fence posts my corner stay put. The not only keep my fences their wire lengths good year after year I also set that fences spooled wire on it as well as the fence posts for that run tied to that corner post. The large colorful jug marking these locations marked I avoid hitting them when I yearly take a first cut off all these fields for the next Winter’s feeding hay.
Oh, and I’ll have you know not one spectator was alarmed nor got up and flew off during my entire performance.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan

10-10-2011 From my penthouse office

Haying's done, here’s a few of the scenes I've seen from my rolling deck.
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Shortly after broadcasting rye seed and starter fertilizer this field was cultipacked a second time to set the seed….in time for a promised four day’s showers supposedly headed our way Wednesday. Planting’s done its time to pick up fences and be moven onto some serious 12 full cords firewood cutting.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan

An admonishment?

I’ve been admonished or warned to the extent I may be reprimanded or denied or deprived a pictured look at the finished or the finalized article. I’ve been warned to choose the words I use depicting my behavior more carefully. All I did was write a few questioning comments upon a particular article or about a particular piece of art in progress by a little known artist.
I shall not be silenced, I’m declaring my witing freedom under one of the original ten admittances.
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I forgot to write into my last evening’s urinal entry Sneak’s unavoidable or most unfortunate accidental burying (sticking/stuck) the Ford tractor in an area of extremely fine (sugar like) sand. (this could have been some more fun but I shall leave it alone after today. (hahahohohehe)
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A picture my hay-yard

There’s much more hay here than what really meets the eye. These hay bales are twice the size a weights as last years harvested finished goods.
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This morning’s activities included Sneak finishing up the cultipacking. The field’s ready for tomorrow’s planting and the tractor’s ready to cultipack it all-over again.
I hustled us some gasoline filling every can I could find. Did some PR-ing my way home. Got back to Sneak just as the Ford was running out of gas. Fed tractor a token amount to go; and, then left to retrieve a proper funnel. Returned to field and topped of Ford’s fuel. Then took myself over to extend my family’s condolences over the long past A&D stupored friend who’d died last week. While there I partook of three pieces different cakes and two kinds cookies. Before I returned home for lunch I had eatened some very delicious deserts.
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Sneak’s seeing deer everyday he’s asking me if I saw them? Heck no, I hadn’t seen them. My only excuse, my aging, I’m missing a lot of things. Besides deer weren’t something on my mind everyday for the whole of this last working week.
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Sneak home moments before me we had lunch before taking some whole new list of important Fall activities. Sneak and I started sort green wood from seasoned loading the later on Cushman. Then when we each was on collision course way with the other moving the firewood from the Cushman into the house I retired down to the barn and brought out the ST16 lawn tractor and more liken brushier my whole lawn to knock it down some. Well over a foot tall tangled grasses mess I felt it fortunate I could shorten it for sure. Given all that waves of cut grasses cover the lawn I give all of it time to dry down another cutting in a few days will make those grasses easier to cut closer to their Mother Earth.
As it turned out I finished first, put my swept off equipment away, and traded places with Sneak so he could start (bunk (fix) supper. Unsure what time I took my meds supper was ready within ten minute one way or the other a standard chosen guess. Shucks, I was hungry. Just barely beating sundown into the house it’s darn near dark into my eating my supper. After maybe cooking a chicken for a guessed week supper wasn’t to bad made with a bunch of curly cued noodles thrown, stirred, into the broth…. Life’s good.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan

10-8-2011 At it all day

Up, out, and at it so unusually early I near had to kick the rooster off his roost. Crap! It’s Saturday night and I am thoroughly beat. The Hell with this. I’ll just have to try and remember tomorrow what all I might have done today. Nite-Nite! Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz……
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I'm Back!!!
Spread hand shoveled the last of the elevator’s lime supply’s.
Sneak unloaded Cushman.
The disc broke another axle for Bro’. While the troops looked to fixing that, I made for Otisville for motor mounts and sparkplugs (2 stops), Went up road to visit scrap yard (Lawn Tractor not there), shopped supermarket (primarily milk), pharmacy for ‘scrips’, gas station for Dumpy’s fuel hungry appetite, and back home. Made this round about trip in just under an hour-n-a-half! A hunter (I) can do this in record time. If Her Mostess (gatherer) had gone along we’d been gone for hours. I returned 4-180 to field. Dropped AC hay-rake off Ford tractor for cultipacker. Made work field for rock picking three loads 1st one by myself, last 2 with a new neighbor meeting wanting rocks. Having to unload them some place I (we) dropped last the 2 loads in his yard.
This is the synopsis for the day, with one exception, outside all day I watched the colors change becoming even more vivid than the way they were the day before.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan

Charmed I’m Sure

Been E-net informed finished inaugural tractor picture momentarily forthcoming. Not once, not twice, but a number of times. Then I read the miseried perpetrator had charmed an innocent driver to chauffeur her across state lines. This news had (has) left me to anxiously awaiting upon a Cliff hanger’s colossal finish.
Was all this a hoax? Nuf Said!
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Haying finally done, planting season’s here once again, and as usual between delays, breakdowns we’re getting further behind everyday, doing what comes naturally.
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Thinking caught up it looked like a coasting day for sure. But if we were going to coast it couldn’t be for long. My second impulse, we better use this day for some unscheduled daylight burnings. Or so I had thought. All we had to do was move the 4-180 to field. Bro’ was to handle it from there. So on taking it to field my driving it, no problem. Sneak pulling into same field behind me had lost Dumpy’s power steering along with a full nose the distinct odors of antifreeze coolant.
Popping the hood it was perfectly obvious the water pump had taken a dump. The front bearing and seal between wobbles and skipped turning coolant was near to pouring out. Tractor delivered it were only a quarter mile from home, our nearest sanctuary. Once we were there we took lunch to let Dumpy engine cool.
Dumpy’s fix involved two Cushman trips to the shop one for a saved pump replacement, a second trip for a tap for cleaning the part’s threaded holes. It took us a little over an hour-and-a-half to finish entire fix.
Simultaneously Sneak painted plow share, moldboards, and coulters until he had run out of a special collection of varied colored handy paint spray cans. I figure two more spray cans paint we can finish the coulters other sides.
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Had interesting call today from my publisher. All of a sudden they want to put my book together. It also seems they’ve found all my missing material I sent them a year ago. Strange things are happening.
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Motor mount parts for Dumpy truck supposed to be in tomorrow. My ‘scrips’ are also supposed to be ready for pick up tomorrow. Hotter sparkplugs supposedly already in. Still must check on one oddball replacement sparkplug to complete an old spare set. Then finish cruising the supermarket isles for less than a dozen varied household products. PLUS: I want to make at least one quick stop in a neighborhood junkyard for a look/see my stolen lawn tractor.
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While I’ve already mentioned it was a day off in disguise, Sneak and I parked the six bottom plow in my hay yard. Then the 2150 Ollie I pressed into hauling and spreading lime. Almost finished save for one more quick load tomorrow morning.
Time I want to go to bed Bro’ calls, he’s got a rock stuck in one gang discs. From his attitude he sounded like it was my fault. He’s the one running this late planting from behind in a hurry. How’s it my fault?
Regardless, I must also fit in mounting a cultipacker on Ford tractor for packing then setting seed.
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One more thing to add what a day it was for watching the colors change. The sunset's foliage was much more colorful than this morning's sunrise. WOW!!!! Some maples only tinged with colored extremities this morning were full blown looking like great balls of fire this evening. I was surrounded inside changing Technicolor all day long!
Wondering how tomorrow will turn out, I can hardly wait.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan

Photo Finish
This last line of wrapped hay wasn't supposed to be. Weather turned cold and wet these last three weeks I was determined we make it through the winter.

Bales easily seen on right Bro' brought in two loads surplus buy from a local sheep farmer. Looking good, I'm thimken we'll go into winter after this with surpluses. I like it that away.
Done….at last, finished, done up, did in, completed, ended, concluded, accomplished, consummated, or….otherwise kaput.
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The morning started out building fire and turning furnace on for Her Mostess’s shower. My having to hang around my morning was going to be a late starter. Wimmin!? Once was done with her I had to move tractor and broken implement to shop for disc harrow broken axle fix. That was a good start I then had to supervise the removal of the damaged disc gang. Once this accomplished it was time to get my troubles on the rod.
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The biggest thing today was my transporting Her Mostess to a stress test appointment which turned into an on the go adventure going something like this. Bro’s driving his van taking Frieda and I to her appointment, When Frieda asks me, “Do you know where we‘re going?”
My first thought, “What the devil is this?” Then answered her, We’re going to keep your Doctor’s appointment.”
“Yeah,” she’d said, “but, I’m supposed to have a stress test today.”
“All I know,” I started answering her, “He gave me a card for Frieda an appointment in his office today.”
“Well that ain’t right.” Frieda tells me.
What next? Then Bro’ chimed in with, “Well, somebody better find out something! Call your Doctor.”
So, I got on the cell and called our Doc’s office and going over Doc’s head again I talked to his office manager wife. I told her of our rolling problem, “We’re on our way to keep Frieda’s appointment and don’t know where to go?”
One of us mentioned her cardiologist, and Doc’s boss lady said she call his office and find out. Only moments later she’d called me back. We were headed in the right direction. Even if we should be late, “Come on ahead. We’ll fit her in.” By that time I had told her so, we were going to be but maybe ten minutes late. And we were. Then come to find out if we’d been on time Frieda the first patient, they weren’t ready for her as it was. Some four hours later either Frieda or Doc’s staff were through (with her). It was time to go home. That was just as soon as chauffeur Bro’ showed up.
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Home, to late for lunch, also early for supper I snacked for a long half hour before cutting out for shop and disc harrow repairs. The axle Bro’ welded during my office sitting all I had to do was see to the parts reassembly. While I hardily worked in a supervisory position I let Sneak and Shane gain the learning experience of heavy machinery repair. This is just one more my flexible sides. (grin)
“Rainbows.”
Fernan

Good as a mile miss

Having picked up Her Mostess after her sleep study, do to efficient brakes, poor aim and Mother Natures will three deer missed being grilled, roasted to a turn, and scraped off the front on Bro’s van…
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Picking up my boss lady she complained she’d had one the worst sleeps of her life. The bed was to soft. Suppose she might have felt a pea under the mattress. Suppose…?
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Returned home, a quick breakfast I was out baling hay under an over night dew a duck could have swum on. Before coffee break I baled another wagon load damp hay for the wrapper. I seen us closing the wrapped cell (looks like a giant long white caterpillar) for it’s three month rest. During that rest something happening inside that air tight cell: pickling maybe the agriculturists call it, some fermentation I call it from some of the smells coming to my nose when I’m feeding it. But I’ll have you all know, whatever happened when we weren’t looking, I don’t let any my bovine ladies drive either while or after consuming this mid-winter’s luscious bounty.
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Last I heard B&D’s gonna be cremated. His ex-wife’s gonna clean his (once theirs) house out. It’ has been in foreclosure for some time Looks like the bank’ll get the house’n’property before the new year.
Beyond me some folks can waste their time and lives drinken their entertainment. Me, I enjoy putting in my time down in the shop either making something work again or assembling the likes of my Cushman, a couple entirely different electric fence gates, and how about my supposedly (engineer bunked) non-workable electric fence wire winder. It’s my guess its conception was to easy for them comprehend?
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Speaking of Cushman, I took son Sneak out back an showed him how my fence winder worked. He was enthralled, either that, or he was messing with my creative mind? Five wires rolled up and stowed upon a corner “T” post. We’d also picked up the electric fence posts from two those same runs and tied them to a corresponding corner “T” post. Sneak was dually impressed with my organization. Even when my fences were taken up they continued to remain in handy deployment place kit form.
Yup, have always thought that boy had a lot on the ball. (grin)
The Sun’s gone down. Sitting here in the twilight zone, I’m more than ready for an early sleep. Tomorrow’s going to be another busy day. Been told one of the disc’s gangs has a broken axel. Whooppee! That implement needing an early start I must have found transport for Frieda’s cardiologist’s appointment. Doc’ll be looking at her sleep study, her recorded history from her supposedly three week worn heart monitor, and likely another EKG.. I don’t know what to either hope or pray for her welfare?
Nuts! I don’t know what I want to write anymore. I’ve simply have to lay it down.
“rainbows.”
Fernan

10-4-2011 Rambling Gab

So, let me prattle on just as if what I’ve got to say in important……
My worst for today’s pre-beginning a phone call in the middle of the night about a screwed up young man is in the hospital. Boozer/ Doper more important to this young man his wife unable to cope with his lengthy downward spiral and his abuse towards her, she’s divorced him and taken their only son with her moving far away for a new and better life.
Now alone in the world, his ex-mother-in-law has called me to see to her driven into the city and ex son-in-law’s bed side today (this AM). A charitable woman the older lady trying to creep up to my age displays a rare side of human nature I wish more of us had.
It’s just turning daylight and I’ve no idea how I’m going to pull off all I already have to do today plus be a chauffer’s (still unfound) guide to take her into town. Egads! How do I get into these fix’s? Before this newly pressing event was laid on me, I’ve a half a field un-baled hay waiting my making a morning fix an ailing hay baler and loader tractor to finish these post haste job’s today.
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Nut’s! Before starting whatever, I’m feeding my face with cream cheese-ed bagels with a banana desert and black coffee chaser. Yesterday’s empty bottles run back to the super market I wanted some oranges. Discovering bananas at less than half the price per pound than my really wanted oranges of any kind. Yup, I bought’n’brought home banana’s.
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Good reading John’s enough feed for some Texas cattle. Them animals are a big help keeping him busy with something to look foreword to busy. As, for the Jersey cow impersonator she’s till a Shorthorn Miss. While I’ve seen a many a Jersey cow clothed in fur colors from a light buff to a sincere dark like red or brown, there’ no mistaking them their awning like long eye-lashed eye’s. The very same eyes I had compared a certain young lady’s eyes to, which had in the long haul of those days had also helped seal my institutionalized fate for all so many these years.
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Early wrenching we attacked both he baler scraper (me) and the 4020 JD spark plugs (Sneak). Happy as larks both of us thinken we’d finish hay baling today. Wrong-0. In the misty morning’s hour happy though we were until it had came to me an interruptus cell phone call. “You’ve got to grind today.” said Bro’s voice on the other end of the air line, “I’d like you to bring the 4-180 down to the holler-field. Put down the disc’s wings and drop the drag. I want to work that field up for planting.”
I told Sneak of the new additional wants and we figured we could handle it. Yeah! Right!
Some time during the day as we were going about doing our thing’s running out of time as it were, we had heard B&D had died 12 hrs after Hospital emergency admittance. Cause of the 41 yr olds death his pancreas had exploded do to alcohol abuse. Well he ain’t going to hurt or worry nor drink and do pot and dope anymore. What a waste! I hope his kid has learned something.
As the day wore on while Sneak and I completed a grind. Thinking we could get back to baling we’re summoned to the field the 4-180 was supposed to be working up. Bro’ thought the poorly running tractor under him was a low fuel cause. Nuts! Ugly down so to speak it was back to toting 5 gallon fuel cans. No longer a real winner where I’m concerned this decade. So we hauled fuel. Poured in tractor, the engine didn’t run any better. So it was Bro’ off to one the burb’s for a fuel filter. Double nuts! It was less than an hour until sundown. No time for baling hay the worn down state of mind I was by then in. So we took to elevating Dumpy on ramps and jacking up the Cushman. Shinnying under Dumpy I found the motor mounts broken down only new ones could cure. There were the causes for the machine to sound like the rods had loosened up then quieting down only under load. I see and feel Dumpy is going to be an ongoing restoration project. As for the Cushman I accomplished a proper brake adjustment on one side finding the other side to find it in a brake dragging condition. This means one these days that dragging brake hub’s got to come off for a proper inspection and fix..
The last thing we did for our evening’s entertainment was to deliver Her Mostess to a sleep study lab on the far west side the city. Bed sure felt the welcoming place to curl up under my blanky of choice. I was near out when my head hit the pillow.
How about this, I still had haying to look forward to tomorrow. Wasn’t I lucky?
“Rainbows.”
Fernan

Septober Fools

I a-woke this morning with every honest intention of seeing our hay making finished today. Honest Injun! Let me tell it as the day unfolded.
Almost up the length of the ramp I’ve set and filled several molasses tubs with spent $.10 deposit glass, aluminum and plastic pop and beer containers. Well, the dew so heavy this AM I thought it best to let the hay dry just a wee bit before baling it. So Sneak and I set about sorting roughly about eight
bushel deposit containers. Only took a few minutes and we were off with about six sorted out bushels to go.

The sorting paid off in time saved. Plastic in plastic hole, aluminum in can holes glass in glass holes. Opps, I’m afraid I’ve failed to explain returning our deposit bottles and tins the supermarkets use collection machines what read and correlate the container labels. When were finished the machine prints us out a voucher receipt for our returned deposits. What we’d brought to and tucked away brought us nearly $25.00 in shoplifting cash. That wasn’t to bad a hall and it also emptied ten bushels them miserable sticky containers. Didn’t take long to spend it either.
Checking out what few things we picked up while we were there I used my bank debit card. The Eagle had landed don’t you know this weekend: so, I also debited some cash as well so I could pay my neighbor in the next mile for the Dumpy truck panels he’d brought me about three weeks ago. (a small laugh here) Then as I was turning around there was Dave near right behind me having some paper work copied for some mail he had to send off. Surprised we were seeing each other I was delighted. With this meeting I paid him off able to skip looking him up later.
Once Sneak and I were home we took to doing our individual tasks. He manned the gates to see me off my to balling the mowen hayfield. Then he had the groceries to tend to, move the ladies hay ring further out in their pasture and fill it with hay. Next he was to eventually join me to load hay bales for hauling and wrapping.
By and by Sneak joining me I had baled ahead of him near enough hay to make him a load to put together. I was doing alright for a decently long spell before the baler started acting up. Of-course with Sneak’s assistance we managed to unplug a roller so’s it’d turn free again and I managed to more bakes, before becoming disgusted. It was quitting time, lunch time, make from shop want list.
When it was about hauling away the hayladge time, Sixguy’s called me, I’d better be getting shelled corn while the getting was at hand. They had two trucks coming in the morning to take away all their bin cleanings before their own harvesting's. While this procuring more shelled corn was a necessity I hadn’t planned on doing it today. That movement around the block took up some our time also adding to shortening perfectly sought after day to finish the haying.
I don’t know were it had all went. By time we had gotten back to our place we’d used up most the day. Of-course we had wrapped what we had hauled away. Found and loaded everything on the want list either into or onto the truck. AND, it don’t help whenever we come near Bro’ he’s a list of his own he needs help with and there’s gone our day.
It was about a half hour before sundown Sneak and I had finished tarping the shelled corn wagon. Little enough time left to do any more, without a lot of hard thinking upon my part I called it our day done. We unloaded Dumpy truck and closed up the barn. It was dark before I had finished my supper.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan

Indian Summer?

“Indian Summer.” is what the weather emagineers are calling this projected week of above normal pleasant temperatures. And, I’ve always thought Indian summer followed squaw Winter. I swear my mind slipping faster’n’faster everyday it’s getting harder’n’harder to know what to thunk any more!
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By Golly Whiz, I do think Sneak and I have finally gotten Dumpy truck’s front brakes working properly. Almost a frame off dismantling some of the miserable trucks larger part portions we got some wrenching all the way to the knitty gritty problem brake line fittings. We’ve no more leaks right now. (grin)
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Sneak and I assisted in unpack aging about eight bushels bread stuff for animal feed this afternoon.
The ladies really seam to go for the baked goods goodies.
Through the rearview mirror:

Out the rolling office window:
Some in a hurry to catch up, “Wait for us. We’re coming….!

…or….“you’d better hurry. This is good stuff….!

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Late afternoon on into evening I cut another hay field. From my office window and door I enjoyed last weeks light touch of frost on some trees extremities.


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Sometimes it isn’t easy getting by our home lands pasture security forces!

Will bale, haul, and wrap haulage tomorrow.
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Had fresh homemade Shorthorn country vegetable-beef soup made with fresh garden carrots, potatoes, onions, celery vegetables. Followed with a cherry topped cheese cake.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan

Half Over…..

……already gone my extending this month in my measure of combined look’s at them, Septober. Why a lengthened month? It gives me more time to get Fall things done? A lot of good it helps me this Fall. Scrounging for dry firewood out here beside the house. I don’t help any the way I’ve been feeling…err…failing the last three days.
Good glory Moses, I slept in this morning. That gets a lot done my sleeping up daylight. Burning all sensibilities I had two poached eggs on toast this morning. Then forced myself to wear a, depends, safe guard before venturing out to tackle my corner of Shorthorn country….
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What next? Well, I asked for it! A pretty sweetheart in misery posted A picture of Cliff's redoing 1855 and what do I get? I get to look at a many pictures of his beautiful project in associated kit form. ;)
Wow, wonderful, 'tis going to be done just in time for Winter's baptizing. Take a look here Way down below:
Shorthorn country's Fuzzy
PS: I'm Oliver green with jealousy!
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Got another one them infernal gobberment forms in the mail to fill out and send back. Hey, this one was even sent along with it a prepaid return envelope. This is a third form a third day in a row…..
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I’m getting it down this getting in and out of those “Depends” safeguard‘s. Stayed close to home again today. Tummy just sort of rolling over’s’over inside me, I didn’t feel like hitting the road even if it were only for two miles. Could be I mighen not make it two miles back if I had too.
Frieda thinken it may have been a muskmelon I had eaten over a couple weeks ago? Me, I’m thinking I had taken a chill. Didn’t help any getting all cold and soaked to the skin yesterday’s haying. Unwrapped I fed one of them to my ladies this morning.
Not far to go, I’m planning on cutting another hay field outback tomorrow. Playing in my own backyard I’ll be just that much closer to the facility.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Cut and paste:
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Half Over…..

……already gone my extending this month in my measure of combined look’s at them, Septober. Why a lengthened month? It gives me more time to get Fall things done? A lot of good it helps me this Fall. Scrounging for dry firewood out here beside the house. I don’t help any the way I’ve been feeling…err…failing the last three days.
Good glory Moses, I slept in this morning. That gets a lot done my sleeping up daylight. Burning all sensibilities I had two poached eggs on toast this morning. Then forced myself to wear a, depends, safe guard before venturing out to tackle my corner of Shorthorn country….
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What next? Well, I asked for it! A pretty misery sweetheart posted A picture of Cliff's redone 1855 and what do I get? I get to look at a many pictures of his beautiful project in associated kit form. ;)
Wow, wonderful, 'tis going to be done just in time for Winter's baptizing. Take a look here:
Shorthorn country's Fuzzy
PS: I'm Oliver green with jealousy!
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Got another one them infernal gobberment forms in the mail to fill out and send back. Hey, this one was even sent along with it a prepaid return envelope. This is a third form a third day in a row…..
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I’m getting it down this getting in and out of those “Depends” safeguard‘s. Stayed close to home again today. Tummy just sort of rolling over’s’over inside me, I didn’t feel like hitting the road even if it were only for two miles. Could be I mighen not make it two miles back if I had too.
Frieda thinken it may have been a muskmelon I had eaten over a couple weeks ago? Me, I’m thinking I had taken a chill. Didn’t help any getting all cold and soaked to the skin yesterday’s haying. Unwrapped I fed one of them to my ladies this morning.
Not far to go, I’m planning on cutting another hay field outback tomorrow. Playing in my own backyard I’ll be just that much closer to the facility.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan

9-30-2011 Rains….

……continue having grown steadily fallen before daylight and continuing on throughout this entire day. It is rotten miserable headache making weather if I were asked.
Cold and wet still no wood in the house how am I supposed to find burnable dry wood in a continuous weathering downpour.
Still untrusting my basic physical being I opted to stay inside. ‘Sides, we’ve winds gusting to 35 mph. Hardly that kind of weather I want to roll around on cold concrete nor damp earth to work on both the Cushman and Dumpy. Dumpy’s brakes failings are driving me to near axe wielding distraction. But I wont get mad. Not me. One these days I shall prevail and get even, blasted truck. The Cushman’s brakes I’ve been merely turning the adjusters the wrong way. But that’s still a cold arsed drive in the rain to fit it into the shop.
So it’s another day to stay inside with a good book or somebody. To old for somebody as it were a few yrs back. I guess I’ll write some more on one my stories.
Mail coming received more forms for the aging to fill out. Sheesh, is this all guberment agencies have got to do with our tax dollars is to tax our aging minds with more and more questions? I’m beginning to think the only sure job anymore, is a body getting into this country’s bureaucracy for an early on the job retirement doing no more than mailing out and collecting questionnaires. Shucks, I think I failed to mention I had also filled one out yesterday. Varied questionnaires and forms, are these quick quizzes or graduating exercises given without time for study or open book examinations minus the books?
I’ve got the craziest feelings about all them do nothing near intrusive forms and then I could almost wish them papers back for wiping my back side. That would be one certain way they were in the end good for something. Bah!!!!
“Rainbows.”
Fernan