8-6-2013 I’m sick, sick,…..

…..sick and tired of rain. Trying to make hay isn’t easy. We’re having to ct late one day, bale and wrap the morning next. To make it even worse we miss two two-day periods do to machinery breakdowns. The rain days aren’t lost my using them to work on Dumpy truck. Take today for instance Sneak and I slipped into Flint. There ordered a torsion spring for truck’s emergency brake handle. Get this; the part cost $4.32 plus 6% state sales tax and something over $9.00 to drop ship it UPS to me. Outrageous! The thieve’n postage is still cheaper than my running back into Flint, gas money plus lost working time expenditures.
While we were out running about Fillip picked up another set of job resume’-interview papers. We finally got me an enima bottle at Walgreen’s only to take it back later finding another just like it for a 1/3 the price at Meijer’s Thrift Acres. Stopping by the Salvation Army Store I shopped for and picked out a number of clothing items for my Frieda making her happier than a clam in a clean saltwater backwater.
Raining everywhere Sneak and I traveled the showers missed our last worked hay field. Some leftover windrowed hay down we managed to bale it and haul it in. Bro’ and Fillip had it wrapped just before another deluging rain shower tried to wash us away. Rained so hard before hard blown winds I was lucky to stay dry between the shop’s roof leaks. While sitting between roof leaks, I did fit some tin and layout a couple more fitting cuts to the truck’s body under Dumpy’s driver’s side.
All said and done I had even surprised myself with all we’d gotten done today; our into city travels, making three/four shopping stops, baling, hauling and wrapping hay, plus some real time put in on Dumpy.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan

7-13-2013 something different

Hey, evening last visiting with Her Mostess sitting beside her holding her hand I didn’t fall asleep, for a change. Had to tease her as they had moved her from one room to another. I had to ask her, “What’d you done to get put into soliotary?” I was a supposedly quieter room she could get better night’s sleep. Still nop word ast when she’ll be sprung. They had run her down and up ten floors travel for chest x-rays. Has been no word as to what they were either looking for or found?
I had a fair day yesterday. Baled again as usual. As always Bro’s inconsistent his mowing acreages. While we had wrapped up 21 bales yesterday, we could well stow away up to 60 bales today. For my part it’s looking like it’ll be an another inconsistent day afield.
A guidance piece of sheet metal breaking and falling out of the 1400 hay bind while having to remove it the machine worked well enough to do some work dropped one more gear. That piece I’ll drop into shop, collect me some or refill some oil bottles before polishing an all day tractor seat.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
PS: The 2 day previous entry s missing. Arrgghhhh!

It Don’t rain but it pours

In chronological order; it has continued to rain, rain, rain; two mowing machines are broke down, my Cushman’s blown its exhaust system restricting its breathing at the same time; and worse yet, Herr Klink’s back into the hospital via way an ambulance this afore-night. Raining I’d like to put some time in on Dumpy truck but must put so proper time into housework before making a command appearance before her Mostess’s audience.
Best news, Frieda’s regular cardiac specialist is on Vacation. A stand in physician changing her treatment, it would appear her heart rate has finally been brought under control. While she’s up there, 9th floor, and breathing easier. I told her she was getting awful close to………. She chuckled. Her sense of humor’s still in good working order.
Seems like there’s some day’s I’d just like to rewind and start over. Maybe a good word could still help.
Later
Fernan

Sick, Sick, Sick of Rain

We’re practically drowning in the stuff. Our farming practices have been pushed back so far it might just as well be written we haven’t started haying. Making an attempt to try and work up another seed bed for our last field’s planting the other day the grass was so tall the no till procedure was an impossible attempt to work up the ground. Opted it instead to park the field equipment for haying tools and take the field’s 60% quack grass off as hay. Then decide if we’ve still time to grow a crop or let the field grow back grass back for a second cutting fall hay cut and baling.
Not all my time is lost; however, as I’m using the rained off farming time to restore my Dumpy truck. It is coming along quite nicely. Almost wish I had done a complete body off frame rebuild. As it stands now about 95% all the rusted out panels are cutout and near trimmed back. The last of the needed body panel metal bending is nearly done. Body welding and reassembly may only be a day or two off and we will be putting Dump’s body back together as near new as I (we) can do it under varied handicapping procedures.
Whether Dumpy will be readily painted is still an up in the air question? If and when I get it going it can still serve the farm in its calico clothes (red cab, blue doors, black rocker panels, a gray dog-house, and a native looking rusty cargo dump box. Additional plans include redoing the interior with a replacement seat re-upholstery, new dash covering and a molded rubber floor mat will all come about giving old Dumpy at least a brand new ten year lease of farm life (or as long as I may live?).
Pi$$ on Rainbows
Fernan

6-21-2013 1st full day summer

Mr. Pessimistic declaring, “It might rain!” that was alright with me. I settled in to working upon Dumpy. ‘Sides I needed the rest after my yesterday’s roof fixing adventure. Tom joined me early and did some chassis and body welding for me. I fought the radiator installation and won. And, eventually I installed the inner fender wells. Dumpy’s starting to look better to me while we’ve got a long way to go. Tomorrow I expect to redesign my fan radiator cooing shroud, maybe, in two pieces. I need to complete the rear brake lines, brake hub installations, and put the new rear tires on Dumpy. My short term immediate goal is to finish and tidy up all the immediate little projects started from Dump’s stem to stern before taking on the cab floor exterior panel replacements.
Fernan

6-20-2013 1st day summer
To accomplishments for today I had baled the hay I’d cut day before yesterday. Later in the day I stubbornly, my having no sensible safe physical need to be up there, I fixed my roof replacing three full shingles, nailing the rest what were loose back down.
The roof’s fixing went easily enough, my roof repair problem had stealth-fully developed by the time I wanted to get back off the roof. While I had been setting upon my derriere’s left cheek I had become lame to the point as I had tried to move some cramps were fixing to seriously set in.
Nobody else particularly worried about me, only I wasn’t supposed to do it, I sat up there dwelling upon two thoughts. Sliding off the roof on the loosened granules under my feet and rear to land on the brush-hog parked immediately under the eave where I had been working. The other, nobody paying any attention to me I had thoughts of calling the fire department to get me of the roof. By the time I managed and gritted the pain, was down on the ground leaving the ladder stand the roof materials lay, I was whipped. It was time I had to quit and go horizontal to escape the pain!!!
Fernan

6-20-2013 Four Days past
Day one Sat. 6-15-13
Early at it trying to clean and pain a number of parts for Dumpy truck, I was Bro’ requested to look at a field-disc on Coldwater Road. Okay, I went. Between here and there there’s a county park. Evidently Bro’ decides to take a scenic drive through said park my imagining he knew the southern gate had been locked shut a couple years ago. Not was the case when we got to aid gate. There her pulled over and celled, I presumed the disc owner, as to if the seller was there or where was he at that moment. Then Bro’ suggested we just as well finish driving the loop around the park. By’n’by he stopped somewhat near a picnic pavilion and Bro' suggested I take a walk to see what my youngest son was up to. Walked half way to the pavilion I realized what was happening. I was being given (though a day early) to a combined Father’s Day and BirthDay party by family friends and neighbors. I was blown away. I must admit my guilt taking full advantage of the situation to exchange hugs with every other female there rat in front of Her Clink. (he,he,he)
Day two, Sun. 6-16-13
Picking up from where I had been interrupted yesterday my Dumpy truck parts cleaning and paintings. It was getting onto late afternoon when I had finished my day’s work my hands, arms, face and beard where icky sticky allover sprayed in red paint. Arriving home clouds come quickly moving over us. Thunderously bright flashes of lightening filled our skies. The TV and radio reported we were in the path of some serious storm fronts. The sky presenting an ominous appearance I had no time for a shower in a looming electrical storm. Moments later the front came blustering in laying some trees blown down in an easterly direction. We also lost our power. Myself covered in red paint there was little I could do but wait for my pained anatomy to take a bit longer to dry in these brand new humid conditions. Resigned to my wait for the power to come on for even water, let alone hot water. We were treated to a second dose of winds and rains, including ample amounts of hail enough to look like winter snow drifts. The winds changing this second round blew trees down in every direction this time including westerly, even north westerly. One of them, an oak so big we hadn’t yet figured how to safely put it down on the ground, the problem had been solved.
Still day two going into day three…
Somewhere after midnight I stepped outside for a God Forbidden smoke. With all the power off all over the TWP, most of the county, even all the cities; OMG, I had the gloriously clear skied opportunity to see a star filled sky. The stars still beautiful as the childhood I remembered seeing them. They were a well welcomed sight I hadn’t seen for all the man made light what had been drowning out that spectacular skeptical over my head. I relished it, I basked in it, I bathed in it. The night was absolutely beautiful, even standing leaning my rump again' ramp rail during the fore-presumed powerless night neighborly plagued with the insistent drone of generators. Hearing all the broken silence, the disgusting gas burning noisy running home generators around about my neighborhood. Oh, by the way, our own generator had failed to properly run. Marvelous, just, simply marvelous.
Day three, Monday 6-17-2013
Spent powerless day hand wrenching what I could, without having to drill holes, or use power saws. Finished the day having installed some modified parking brake cables into Dumpy truck rear brake backing plates and having made the disc-harrow ready for field work. A long slow boring day what was just as tiring as a hard worked one?
Day four, Tuesday, 6-17-2013
Woke up again to mandatory tree trimming to keep all our ladies honest. With the power off Bro’ kept changing his mind as what some of us were supposed to do. When I had had enough of his indecision I gathered up Herr Clink to ride shotgun and I (we) went shopping. I could get that done, red faced and red handed. Spent an insanely amount of money at Wally World only to find out the hockey pucks they internet listed (I understood) to be in their stores were unavailable seasonal items. Just who invented the so called "seasonal item?" This isn’t the first time I’ve run up against this dumb a$$ed stupid narrow minded merchandizing snafu before, especially parts for farm machinery, and then these retailers wonder why some folks either don’t come back or spend less if the their sorry establishments.
Previously informed we’d be without power for four days we had power by the time we returned home. Oh how gloriously happy I was to indulge in a salad dressing facial. All over my head, my full beard my arms up past my elbows while I was likely setting the odd good grooming exercise I figured I had ought to at least taste good at the same time. The hot water shower did wonders washing away my disgust with this shopping expedition. Feeling clean and hungry I ate heartily for what parts of some meals what had been postponed Monday.
Day five, Wednesday, 6-18-2013
Begging my readers an extra indulgence day five it felt more like a continuation of day four. I don’t remember the beginning; however, I was mowing hay before noon. A good start I turned my attention to making fix the stubborn generator of the other night. Then hit head long into Bro’s in-decisions once more I opted out of the shop to make another shopping run, in another direction from home this time. I had heard a rumor there were to be had some shoes in my size (16) at some reasonable prices. Not only that, but there was an honest to goodness sporting goods store in this second general direction. By the time I had gotten home I had purchased 2pr shoes for $16.00, 8 hockey pucks, and some wanted lock-nuts un-found in closer parts. The days were getting better. I needed these shoes to fix my storm hackled roof.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan

5-19-2013 Codeine three…..

……Fernan one.
Spent over half a day in Doc’s office. His solutions to just some of my problems: Tyleol-3, some mechanical braces for my lower limbs, and more. As for the Tylenol-3’s they’s knocking down most of my pains but noodling my brain in the process. Plus, he’s prescribed some medication supposedly memory helpful for patients suffering dementia and/or Alzheimer’s. Just a couple of my more recent blessings or the more lovable traits my most recent improved personality features.
On the farm front, I introduced Sneak to his first midwifing a calf into the world. That was a grand down and dirty job the cow having settled into some mixed mud’n’crap. And dandelion seed ever settles on us-en’s we’s rich enough fertilizer to grow whole new crops.
It’s only taken us parts of three days to break down the Shultz Oliver left rear driver. Extracting the inner tube found two holes. That Korean made inner tube only something like a year old. Have I ever mentioned I dislike Korean inner tubes.

5-20-2013 one step ahead……
…….two back.
Last night’s tractor tire completion took a back seat when I lost the valve stem cable retriever. (Nuts) Unable o find it, I lost it good, had to go to the shop and make a new one. When I had finished making it I was worn out. The way I saw it, it was quitting time, and we still had more to do. Fillip had feeding chores to do up and down the road including hauling home more hay. Me, I still had to conduct a calf funeral. It was close to leaning on dark-thirty, even later by time we had supper at dark-thirty. While we worked at finishing up the Shultz tractor tire adventure we also had to grind.
The grinding went easy enough, until while we had a working air compressor I wanted to air up the Leland’s tires. Was going to start with the right driver. In starting to remove that tires vale cap the inner-tube stem broke off in my fingers at the rim. (wonderful, just freaking wonderful) now we’ve got an original 1972 flat tire on a 1972 tractor in the middle of the driveway, to take apart and fix with a new inner-tube.
Now I’m beginning to get air chuck tire shy. Some a gun! We’ve still got another driver just outside the shop to break down and fix. Don’t know what we’d do without Fillip’s help around here? I don’t have the strength and dexterity I had even only ten years ago! And, now what else can one of us manage to screw up?
The phones have been busier than all get out around here. Got some shirt tail relatives I’m suspecting are trying to unload their thieving less desirables upon us here. Havin’ enough honest problems of our own I don’t feel like nor see myself capable of taken care of one or more these undesirables dumped upon us. I’m afraid I’ve got to turn myself into a real hard case over these matters.
5-21-2013 A Wee Storm
At about 7:45 PM The sky’s already darkened a couple claps of thunder barked their presence rather close by. Fillip stepped outside at just that moment to lightning bolts hit a utility pole both east and west of us. A strong just of wind brought down a heavt tree just across the road from us bringing down with a live power line wire.
Hearing some zapping sparks Fillip called 911 to report a live wire. Police and Fire Fighters were here within moments. The zapping live wire, it was an electric bug zapper hanging in the neighbor’s yard. No ticket was issued for a false report. A good laugh for all concerned it was an all-around admittedly this was one of the better accidental false alarms.
A few minutes more here come Sparky. The Loopster’s hubby. Humph! He made me get dressed and move the 1850 Ollie wit rotary-mower out of the front yard, from where I had only parked t a couple hours earlier. (lol) With farm machinery out of his way he cut off that tree downed live wire. Upon his leaving he made me promise to tell the facts as they were, he was merely looking after Herr Clink’s welfare. Now, that’s no joke. My Frieda was greatly relieved her oxygen maker and Cpap machines were working again.
While I soundly slept for the rest of the night crews were out to cut up the tree some and restored the neighbor’s electricity.
Hmmm, now I’m wondering just how long Sparky’s been worried about my wife’s welfare?
In another vain, while we’d also had a couple tornado sights within 10 and 15 miles of us, thankfully, we’ve had neither the hurt or killing damage suffered just so many miles SSW of us.
Fernan

5-16-2013 good weather work day

Repaired, greased, aired tires case disc. Checked fluids, greased the whole of it, charged batteries, aired tires of the 4-180 White. This machine I’d really like to give (a whim) it a heritage paint job. When I tired and or plus became brain-dead I picked up tools, left over Chevy Pickup parts and etc. Had kibitzed attempted repairs on one each a 220v and gas air compressors. Didn’t get either one working. Both aged 45 yrs+ and more.
Returned home late again as usual. Had supper along about 8:30 PM.
To tired to work on book promotion as usual. Wish I didn’t tire so easily. Now that haying season’s only a week opr so away, I don’t see any easy days coming up. Nuts, still un-caught up with hay field preparations. Have two must wind-up fence wires undone. Still have at least a half dozen in the way trees to cut up into fire wood. Then add One tractor driver to repair on mowing tractor. Plus still some barn interior gate repairs to finish. So glad all our work is of the lighter nature. Care to join me? LOL
“Rainbows.”
Fernan

5-13-2013 Sunny Day

For all practical purposes the Manure spreader repairs were finished today. Will move it away from shop in morning, oil the drive chains, check tire pressures, and park it. If I can ever get my Greeenie’s passenger door put back together I can get it out of the shop. Almost made it today. Next two immediate projects: fix Shultz tractor driver, Repair disc post quick for next weeks’ plantings, get Dumpy truck into shop for clutch repairs.
Was one sunny regardless of cool windy day. We’ve had some serious frosts in some local low lying areas. Some hay fields took some three to four inch stunting hits. It is supposed to warm up again tomorrow. If nothing else, I’d feel better.
Last couple days had been a real low barometric pressure days leaning heavily upon my spine. I admit to moderately taking some pain relievers to try and knock some the edges off my back pains. The two sure fired pain relievers simply involve laying it down to take the pressure off the nerves pinched between the degenerated cartilaged vertebra and/or sleeping.
Got to rest. “Rainbows.”
Fernan

5-7-2013 Big Sky Day

Today as well as yesterday got a lot done. I haven’t felt this good in days, weeks, months, yet crapped out about 6:30 PM.
Chased fence wires. Tried wood cutting logging , related etc. Nearly got a free ride upon a tortoise s shelled back. What a hummer. While doing what I had to do taking a corner post a-part that turtle didn’t flinch a single muscle near as I could tell!
Made compulsory parts run, and shoe shopping stop for Sneak. Nuts, forgot to stop for bread and milk in passing. Opps, got to go wit out for a couple more days.
Cut lumber for rewooding an old turd hearse. Set crank time on Greenee. Talk is guaranteed rain come Thursday. Wonderful! Maybe I can get Greenee’s timing right and running come Thursday or Friday.
Fernan

5-6-2013 Pixzzen’n’Mownen catch up

Been awhile since I’ve posted anything, much? So, menwhile this’s what been goin’ on.
Spent good part of winter soaken, downen antibiotics and smearen filled jar of ‘spensive cream all over my sore feet. They’ve finally heeled.
I even come up short on writing. Ain’t fgelt good for sometime.
I feel lke a second childhood adolescent. Getting sick and tired seeing doctor after doctor for whatever. Have started my very own second-third liven generation rebellion fixen to shut’em all out of my life. Bottom line, I want my life back!!!! Feeling MEDICARE used if that makes any sense? Had it out with my primary care giver, ‘splaining my simple facts of life. Thirty five oneway mile four to six disappointments a week’s got (((gonna stop))) to stop!!!! Latest BS, my physical system been iron poisoned. All these quack attention’s got me near spitting nails.
Almost got my Greenie truck goen again. Ain’t gonna be pretty but it’ll be a runner just the same. Got Fillip’s like truck runnen a couple wks ago. Good to have wheels again.
After listenen to some lawd awful rumors about the “Birch Run” shoppen plaza-manufacturer’s outlets went up there and found the place a nice place to drive around. Only sure rumor about the lianed up place, it’s a nice place to have seen. Couldn’t spend a dime there. Got an E-way, headed SW Flint, Where I found charmingly nice inside and out young lady taking pity on this old geezer and she found me reasonably priced pair sized “Sixteen Shoes.” Ordered I should have them in shipped to me this next week or two.
We’ve had so much rain around here, near filled a five gal pail. Fields still under water. ‘N’ then we’ve only had some leafing out around her the last four-five days. Farm repairs so far behind, be hard telling when we’ll be ready to Hay?
Herr Clink has gotten herself a hospital bed, making her one happy camper.
I get messages my “Santa’s Reindeer Hay” book is selling in the numbers; YET, I don’t see any revenues coming in? While somebody else is getting fat off it, I ain't!!!!! Any-ways, meanwhile, I continue to write compose, print, address and mail out press releases. When I figure I’ve recovered enough from my near peemonia experiences I’ll do one or two them YouTube “Santa” offerings. Until next time……………….
Fernan
PS: Near forgot, We've got calves bouncing around here all up'n'down this road since the 1st the month. At last something to smile about!

5-4-2013 Twas A Mother’s Day of sorts

Herr Clink wanted,….. Hell, demanded I take her out for a Catholic Church sunrise Mother’s Day breakfast. SOOOOO, we went. While there et up with a Mrs. Patricia Grindel (widow) with a table set up in the Church dining hall selling her own books. This Lady is near deaf and blind and keeps right on trucking. Chatting with her for a few minutes she’d agreed to take some my books along and sell them with her own. Called “Patty’s Poems” they are entertainingly worth looking into. E-mail me if you’re interested.
Returning home I managed to wind up some fences in preps for the first Spring haying’s. Maybe three weeks away. I lasted until about 4:00 o’clock, sitting down I didn’t wake until near dark. Wasn’t to bad a day here.
Fernan

ABSOLUTELY BALMY

That’s what the weather had been all day today. An unreal 34* the snow melting’s hidden under our just watching the snow cover settle. Chores right off of course. Then it was picking up after the post furnace fix. Did lunch. Fillip tried to fill me full of baloney, before that meat spoiled. I also noticed he’d chosen instead peanut butter sandwiches for himself. (hmmm)
Shop time did some more sorting and condensing multiple boxes, baskets, buckets, and free roaming odds and ends. We’ve more and more flooring showing all the time. This to even uncovering the last Cushman Haulster what had followed me home back when. Now that it’s become more visible, I’ve got to do two more things for it. One, temporarily find room for it down in this barn. Secondly, invent or improvise a safe method of bringing that machine up the road safely, its bakes unpractically nil and void. The finding the room is going to have to be not only imaginative but also heartless our perhaps having to sacrifice some once thought to be meaning full junk. Truth be known, “it is what it is.”
Did chores twice today. Including dropping off some woven plastic feed sacks to a lady making such an ambiguous request. This act was better than throwing them away if she’s use for them. This good turn costing none of the involved party’s nothing.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan

1-4-2013 An unintended full day

First things first. It was north we had gone for a short distance laying myself out under the bone cracker’s skilled hands. Then It was our off and running an near to burb (burb’s) for simple furnace parts. I’ve got to admit it ticked me off my going where the furnace had originally had been purchased they no longer carry parts for the firry beast. So it was another run into another burb where in I bought the principle extras for the next tune up. The second stop the merchant infored me oil furnaces are obsolete, for insurance reasons, they no longer work upon them. They even questioned whether they’ll be able to even get the simpler parts the likes I just purchased. (grrrrr)
Well the furnace got tuned up plus another late afternoon run into still a third burb for a piece of 3/16” copper pipe to field make a replacement between the furnace injector pump and the furnace nozzle’s fuel oil delivery carrier.
It was one long day our getting in after dark. Tomorrow we’ll pick up our tools, scrap (was some), left overs, draining’s, the new designated furnace parts box, and it’s added list of the tools required for the next tune up including a next time helpful flash light.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan

We’d a coffee crisis!

Have run out of all kinds coffee yesterday. Means we got to hit the road hard. to get the usage out of the petroleum liquid energy we'll consume, we're gonna make lot-a of stops.
My chiropractor gets 2 patients today; drugstore for prescriptions for 2; grocery store for at the least regular and instant coffees plus catfoods; filling station for gas; hardware store for a couple flashlite bulbs; electrical shop looking for an easier first initial romax wire strippen operation; and, public library for Chevy truck how to fix transfer-case info (got 2 to fix). all these stops finished by noon, hopefully. Otherwise, "on the country roads again" it may be a slow day?
I must be suffering from a vitamin deficiency? My using Herr Clinks hair brush this morning I think it went away with more my hair on it than what was left on my head.
Much later same day…..
Returning home we made six connections out of seven. “Twas not to bad a morning.” The Library was a dead end stop; although, I did manage to write down some several words for renewed Chevy transfer case repair info. I guess we’ll look into the bone crusher’s offices tomorrow morning.
Shop time somewhere between the better late than never I didn’t last long my fingers miserably near cold frozen up to the second knuckle causing me to want to go home. Additionally between the beginning and end my afternoon shop time, looking over some shelves to see what more in them pigeon holes I could get rid of I spied a couple oil filter canisters. Seeing them things just a sitting up there on their shelf reminded me of the oil furnace tune up I had promised I’d do today. Nuts! So stopping by the domicile where in that particular firry dragon resided I checked that miserable beast’s canisters for their numbers. Seems when I’ve finished with the chiropractor I need to be driven into one of the burbs for filters and chimney pipe elbows. (Whoopee!) So this was another one of my grand mind boggled days in Shorthorn country. Here’s hopping I get it ALL right tomorrow?
“Rainbows.”
Fernan

Brrr Cold All Day Tractor Rides

Out ever so shortly after an unseen sunrise I was on the road, two hours, with an unheated cabbed tractor making a shelled corn resupply run. After a deserved short warming up coffee break I was on my way again on an open stationed tractor ride to pick up An empty ground feed gravity boxed wagon. Along my way this trip west I found an open neighbor’s door for a finger wrapping around a hot coffee stop over to warm my nose and hands. The wagon in tow my tripping east I stopped over the feed supplement supply elevator for an added supplemental needed face warming stopover. Half past the lunch hour’s arrival home it was absolutely time to seriously supplement my body with heat generating food before feed grinding. Belly filled the afternoon feed grinding was more comfortable. I wish I could say the same for ground grain delivery making it one long drive without a stopover. While the afternoon was still reasonably young, putting it another way while we had the time enough Fillip assisted me in driving three fence posts. The first two were easy enough. The third post required the use of the digger loaded to break the earth’s six inch frozen crust. Then it was getting on time to make the trip back home. No warming break during the afternoon I made one more neighbor’s priceless coffee mug hand wrapping stop. A two fold stop I was also curious as to whether he’d found the open circuit problem that developed evening last. I made a couple suggestions and seeing the time had filliped by I had to get on the road again home before it turned dark on me over the road. It was officially sundown when I pulled into my farmyard. The yards looking good for all night feedings, I unloaded what required unloading in the twilight of the advancing evening. As it’d been cold one it was an otherwise good productive day.
Temperatures reasonably close to 20* normal it wasn’t too bad a day. It could have been worse with some very directional breezes. Tomorrow’s going to be busy so I’d better me making me a couple lists. One a shopping list, and a second for all the required stops for this gasoline expenditure saving circuit drive
“Rainbows.”
Fernan

New Year’s Day

The day after the night before, may the saints preserve me. We were invited out to an Eve party last night. Herr Clink lasted until roughly 10:30 PM. Then breaking my personal party indulgence, I brought her home, and going back I continued on until about 3:00 AM. I awoke just a little while ago totally exhausted. I’ve been up roughly an hour, taken my rattlers already, and wanting to go back to bed. Nuts! That won’t happen. Rat now, I got to get myself fed, dressed, my carcass fed out of here and the animals fed. Whew, so back to reality’s farm life.
We made some new friends, rubbed shoulders with until last night mostly acquaintances. This group with patience and pour sense taught me a new card game “UNO.” I was supposedly the evening’s winner sort of? But all in good faith I might have been lax upon hitting the card box which in turn might have given me an unfair advantage. Playing this game, comradory is of a very delicate nature. So called friends and foes may trade places at any time. It’s purely a game for one’s self, while delicately playing against the rest of the table’s populace. What a game! Loaded with fun the evening loaded with laughs. “Twas great medicine for almost any ailment. I personally put away to bottles wine, small bottles. (grin)
Happy New Year everbody!
“Rainbows.”
Fernan