To much…….

Living under the same roof with Frieda has had it's good and bad effects upon our relationship. Right now we're on the verge of breaking up. There's only so much punishment a relationship like ours may endure. That's it, it's time to reconsider if we can continue this putting up with each other. Any longer?
I do the dumb stuff and she laughs. “I get no respect.”
Like yesterday, I came home, stepped down from Ugly truck, Saw a four footed Lady watching me, I took a stance, looked her squarely in the eyes and spoke to her. She answered me back. Frieda witnessed this conversational exchange. and as usual she laughed, while spouting something like, "You and your talking to the animals?"
Well maybe not. She's been rather easy and economical to entertain. Our doing things together has always been the grandest entertainment hoot. I can't begin to tell the many ways Frieda's unselfishly entertained me, even at so called work. Most of those are stories for my great great-grandchildren many years from here, to know we were devoted lover's in private the world had never seen.
Arrggghhhh.......I can't take any more this! Time for subject change.
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It’s a wonder I’ve gotten anything done today. Truth is I haven’t gotten a thing done all day. Tom took 2150 and plows for three mile drive to plow a satellite field for a hay planting. He’d lost the plows twice on the road over. Bro’ had called Keith for 7/16” bolts, Keith brought to me a hand full of ½” bolts what I had thought it be a trick stuffing them in a smaller hole. Going through our stock I found a 7/16” 5 and 8 grade assortment including double nuts for the lot for a finality a-fixing plow to tractor. Then they didn’t need them. Chip’s been keeping me busy off and on all day kibitzing his woodshed’s back wall replacement. Bro’ even comes back to take me away from my rotary-mower attentions for use to help with his chores. Fiddle faddle! Umpteen interruptions I’ve still got threes turtles needing blade attentions and the machines total grease and lube job and checking come morning before its totally prepared for haying. Scattered rain showers predicted for our area tonight and I may still get in some grass cutting tomorrow afternoon. Starting day after tomorrow were supposed to have four nice days. BGKC.
Fernan

I had a great day

BOTH of us had a great day today. Holly chewed through her leash Frieda had used ti tie her dog out. When loose Holly came straight to her mistress. I’ve been noted to do the same thing.
Gosh I woke up without a headache. My back a bit sore I put an ice pack behind me to lean on.
I got out early. Did what I had to do here and hit the road with more gathered up grease guns. I got the 1850 greased. The JD starter back (fixed at no charge) The JD finally started with a complete fuel change. Smoked for a little while just had to show us it couldn’t stand to use any upper lube in its brand new overhaul.
Three TLC-ed tractors sitting outside the shop door before lunch, The 1st one’s (2150) ready to go plow come morning. A second one’s (1850) hooked on the rotary-mower. The R-M needing a lube, skid-plates changed, and knives sharpened it should be ready to come afternoon. Wow… Two tractor’s prepared and ready for the field! This could mean we could actually get back to farming the in real sandbox way; and, before the 4th July at that!!!!! Whoopee! BGKC.
Fernan
PS: I don’t mean to be mad, I’m just disgusted!

"A" Good day……

…….for a change. Hell of a good day. It weren’t anything short of a grand day. My headaches were little ones, light ones, easy ones to take. So busy today I enjoyed every minute of it free the black dragoned miseries.
I (we) finally got everything together today. Even got to wash and wipe some tools off this afternoon for putting away. Trying to grease the 1850 Ollie I couldn’t find a coherent grease gun what fit the zerks to put that grease in all the places what needed the slippery stuff.
Everything appearing hunky-dory excepting for the grease gun, well almost everything, the JD wont start and stay running. Just because there was a cup of diesel or so in all the fuel can’s I emptied the JD gasoline into somebody figured I were the oil in the gas what prevented the JD to keep running. So I started siphoning. The fuel replaced Jd still refused to start. This time the starter perhaps weakened over the years Bro’ took it in for rebuild. To fill out the afternoon we topped off the other driver with blast fluid. To late in the day to start anything circumstances just may have set us back a jolt. The two year old right front driver on the 2150 appears to be leaking air. Just a knowing that tire’s holding Korean made inner tube I’m already thinking the worst. Just a few days ago I had one of them Korean inner tube’s in and out of another smaller wagon’s spare tire three times before I found that manufacture’s defect air leak. It’s an, “Oh no. not again?”
Coming in late this evening supper sure tasted good and went down well. Such a pretty day all away around after the last 24 hours. What is it? Every time I think I’m about caught up, and coming to a corner just an itching to turn it, I run dab-nab straight into another detour sign.
I knew it. I knew it! I should have read that detour sign some 50 years, 11 months, 20 days or 10 days from now, I’d still been a celebrating this man’s freedom that day……. Butt, that is another dark evening's story coming around again. };^)) BGKC.
Fernan

A two-fer show

Saw two simultaneous free admission shows on my way home last night. A way’s back in a field off my left, driving past on my way home, I saw two images of ongoing life. The closer scene to me involved some large black birds they were busy eating upon some thing they’d had to have found dead their pulling and jumping about trying to tear it apart between them. They looked like corn kernels on a hot kitchen range cook top trying to pop.
The second scene further back in the same field involved a tom turkey his tail fanned out his feathers all puffed and huffed out was busily doing a dance for the attentions of a couple hens. Wow, I got the benefits of two shows fer the price of one ignition key turned off. BGKC.
Fernan

bad & good.for the day

My morning’s start was all pain. For myself I had 2 ½ head aches running simultaneously. Now that some feelings to mess up anybody’s mind. Frieda’s foot feeling some better with the spur pads I got for her shoes.
Early lunch I near had to eat my dinner with a scoop shovel. I had the shakes so bad I couldn’t eat peas as I couldn’t keep them on my fork. Some squash I tried eating my hand shaking so bad the forks tines merely managed to strain the orange stuff back onto my plate. Stabbing the meat I got that eaten just fine. Used a table spoon I finely conquered everything else.
Finely went to shop. I could put tools away if nothing else, so I figured. Feeling so rough I had to find Tom. With Tom’s help (my helping Tom) (my taking a fist full of pain relievers) we finished the Ollie making a couple changes in the running of heater hoses. The fluids where topped off. The cab lifted and reset. The clutch linkage taken up an inch. Muffler bolted tight. The side panels packed with foam around radiator were bolted tight. The OLLIE’S DONE!
And, just as I predicted, leaving the Perkins’s engine to prime itself the engine had started without hesitation.
Took to helping Bro’ finish adding fluid to 2150 tire. The TRACTOR TIRE’S DONE!
Bro’s steps he’s made for the JD are the worst he’s ever made. I don’t think he’s tried them. I’ve got both my legs and they’s a disaster waiting to cause a man injury mountain climbing on and off that tractor. It’s odd, all those steps be had patterned after my originals are easy walking (Note: I didn’t say climbing).
Marvelously I finished my day in much better shape and feeling that I had with the morning’s start. Oh shucks, I forgot to water some plants. BGKC.
Fernan

finishing something

A note: If my title no makes sense I had chosen it to cover whatever I may be into this particular day. Sometimes it works out as predicted more often a situation may arise to redirect all my efforts making my title a lie. Well maybe? So cut me some slack for good intentions……
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Frieda’s gotten her doxy dog to walk and can’t walk. Seeing Doc yesterday she’s so many spurs attaching themselves (grown) on her foot bones they feel like knives (particularly her heal) when she walks. I don’t doubt but what her left foot will follow. Thoughts include silicone pads in her shoes. I’ve only just this morning suggested she wear sandals taking the pressure off her foot’s heal. Then visualizing her hopping and skipping about should I take her for a walk in next Winter’s snows. (hehehehe) The devil made me think it. (hehehehe) I can’t help it visualizing the scenes.
In my morning’s travels delivering papers to Doc’s office, he in pursuit the unscrupulous who pray on senior citizen health shady care needs for barely legal bogus Medicare payments. Good Luck Doc. Next stop drug store. Down the street I picked up more my own meds. While I was at it I went by good old Doctor Scholl’s hung up foot care begged board emporium where I found a pair of silicon filled spur pain relieving shoe inserts. It continues to tick me off, the staggered prescription refills when we’ve so many miles to cover in the country to pick them up.
Halleluiah! I’ve finished finish-painting the last batch of JD parts. I came real close to finishing the 1850 Ollie assembly with Tom’s exclusive wrenching help. The bicycle chain was the worst part to put together in the whole reassembly process. The Ollie could have been finished sooner had I not been plagued with continued (two way) headaches. Bummer. Ollie only needs sheet metal bolted up, a gallon or less coolant, likely a gallon hydraulic fluid, the cab settled in and bolted down, clutch adjusted, and a last walk around.
This it, the pain has moved into my eyes. I need some sleep to escape my pins. Hmmm, Frieda doesn’t even bother me. BGKC.
Fernan

June 1st already

Where has the time gone? Ah, never mind. But admittedly my body and mind simply can’t keep up with the earth’s rotation anymore. So admittedly this kind of talk will get me no where and how care out side what’s housing my soul while I live. Hey!
Getting to my day in Shorthorn country the Ladies were still right where I had left them and their master minds to figure it out evening last. No good to them by myself I drove over for Tom’s help. Getting back jaus as before the ladies ignored me, although there was nothing lacking in their voices. I called to them to no avail, so Tom joined me in giving the ladies an unwanted driven push several not going easily. Dummies. They must have gotten double dosages just for this day alone. Cows in barn-yard gate closed, Drove us on Cushman straight through the mob, my starting calling to them once we were half way through them. “Come boss, come boss!” This I carried on with a great amount of zeal as I was bovinely called a liar, a disinterested soul, a meany, uninterested, stingy, uncaring, un-Ethel-I-cal and the list could very well go on. A half mile I encouraged the reluctant entourage to follow. Distrustful I even had to drive into the field and walk back and forth the line they knew was supposed to, yet had only been there. 10,ooo Volts is quite a jolt. Why the calves like it is beyond me. The ladies are in grass higher than the folded windshield on the Cushman. AND THEN, one would think all this tall green grass delivery was all their ideas singularly alone. Sheesh!
Spent most of the day reassembling the 1850 Ollie in the shop enough to refuel the fuel tank to turn the tank valve on for the free flow of diesel to trickle through the fuel’s plumbing….. By tomorrow’s afternoon the engine shall have prep rimed itself without any help from me. Classic fuel system for the 354 Perkins diesel letting the engine self prime over night.
Lets see, have to set the grill back on tub, lower cab and fasten down, finish paint the parts I had primed yesterday, put back in the tractors PTO and hydraulic drive shaft, and top off with the engine hood.
I write anymore I’ll complain of aches and pains. They continued on as if asked in. I did no such thing.
Frieda made it to Doc’s office this after noon. Her feet pictured x-rayed she’s wearing so many spurs in her feet coming and going, it’s no wonder she’s such a wild ride. BGKC.
Fernan