It was like this. Chores done of-course, drove to PT, went Doc’s office had only to come back 3:15PM, stopped druggist for more peroxide their giving me dropper and smaller bottle so’s I’m not wasting the stuff, and went out to breakfast.
Sitting in Arlene’s restaurant-ee window I think I saw more late model Jeeps than all the other makes of Utility like vehicles combined. These ones kind-a make think of that sorry looking H3 with all the fat door and window post so thick a passenger can’t see out. Not so these Jeeps from wherein a body may see the passing world as it rolls along.
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Home we bathed my hand with droppered peroxide and wrapped my paw in an Epson salts socked hand towel covered with a bread wrapper. A little soaking and we were on the road again. Frieda was going to give blood. “Was” is key word here. While her blood was fine last time, she was denied participation this time. She gets nothing out of these sacrifices but a comfortable feeling she may have helped keep somebody alive. Denial reason, her association with me. Wow! The Red Cross sure knows how to hurt a guy. Just because “EYE” had hepatiteass (hepatitis) almost 50 yrs ago, her extract is no longer good????? Was for years. Even a few months back! Now if she wants to contribute she must get an un-deferment from RC headquarters.
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Went TSC for milkreplacer, cat food, inner tube, SMV sign, and cat wormer. Getting back it was more dribbling peroxide on my hand’s punctures and wrapped it in a nuked Epson salts soaked towel. Got to wait a while till Doc’s ready to take us in. Meanwhile just breathing upon left hand it screams abuse. I know it hurts, I’m attached to the other end of it. It’s to bad I can’t vulcanize them punctures.
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Made Doc’s office on time. We sat in the waiting room for only a few minutes. We were just making a couple new friends when we were called in. Let it be known when we go Doc’s office together it’s a two fur deal. Shown our cubical we got to sit for hours. Actually Frieda sat while I laid out on an adjustment table. That passed me a couple easily slept hours. Cheapest place in town where a fellow’s room rent’s Medicare paid.
We’re eventually looked at. I got swabbed. Both shot up, I in my arm, Frieda in her heel. I’m given two prescriptions one the insurance company denies payment. Frieda’s also another prescription her insurance not yet activated isn’t paying for. Now, I’m waiting to see what tomorrow may bring? BGKC.
Fernan
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Work load lightened up
Just watch current work load lightened up around here, become real heavy I start a project my own, something will come up to help foul up the rest of the normal farm routines. Like I need maybe three days to make physical door changes front of house, something else will come up. Never fails. Taken my time this morning analyzing the sitssheation over another cup of coffee, I might better make an announcement as to my intentions.
I gotta be careful voicing any intentions, I’ve learned the hard way. Last time I did that without even opening my mouth first got me a life’s sentence. I’m knowing the hard way even just thinking can get a feller in trouble. Kind-a like all those seductive scenes stepping up behind a purrty lady; some breathin’ upon an ear, a little nibble upon an earlobe, a lite lip’s caress upon a neck; one thing leading to another for one more trouble making starter.
I been studying behaviors all my life, to finally ascertain it isn’t any harder to get into trouble with an old girl as it was with her as it was when she were a younger one.
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Holly’s on her way out of here. I’ve had it, specially last night. She’d been outside for some hours. The moment she came in she id everything on the floor. I go to discipline her and I’m bit multiple times both hands. This morning my left hand looking like a baseball glove. I hadn’t said a thing. Frieda’s decided the bitch has got to go. I’m sure glad of that. Her former mistress is coming to pick her up this coming Saturday. While I hadn’t said a thing when I was out of her sight I did do a wee bit of a jig.
Today worked out to be a real grind. Making cell calls a couple the 4H kids gave me a hand handling the equipment, supplements, blocking up and chucking the wheels on the ground feed wagon. That’s about all I did today. Hands already infected I laid off getting them dirty. Tried soaking them in hot water before moon. Seemed of little help. Poured hydrogen peroxide over my hands all the afternoon into evening. They’s beginning to feel better. After Morning’s PT, Doc next door is getting two visitors. Frieda, cortisone shots in her heals, antibiotic’s for me. I could sure use another Fuzzy Navel, only I’m afraid I could get addicted to those things. I’ve already had more than my share a bout with alcohol when I was still classed an up and coming drunk on my way up to alcoholism some years ago. I guess it’ll have to be a caffeine free root beer.
A disappointing day from beginning to end, I’m tired. BGKC.
Fernan
I gotta be careful voicing any intentions, I’ve learned the hard way. Last time I did that without even opening my mouth first got me a life’s sentence. I’m knowing the hard way even just thinking can get a feller in trouble. Kind-a like all those seductive scenes stepping up behind a purrty lady; some breathin’ upon an ear, a little nibble upon an earlobe, a lite lip’s caress upon a neck; one thing leading to another for one more trouble making starter.
I been studying behaviors all my life, to finally ascertain it isn’t any harder to get into trouble with an old girl as it was with her as it was when she were a younger one.
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Holly’s on her way out of here. I’ve had it, specially last night. She’d been outside for some hours. The moment she came in she id everything on the floor. I go to discipline her and I’m bit multiple times both hands. This morning my left hand looking like a baseball glove. I hadn’t said a thing. Frieda’s decided the bitch has got to go. I’m sure glad of that. Her former mistress is coming to pick her up this coming Saturday. While I hadn’t said a thing when I was out of her sight I did do a wee bit of a jig.
Today worked out to be a real grind. Making cell calls a couple the 4H kids gave me a hand handling the equipment, supplements, blocking up and chucking the wheels on the ground feed wagon. That’s about all I did today. Hands already infected I laid off getting them dirty. Tried soaking them in hot water before moon. Seemed of little help. Poured hydrogen peroxide over my hands all the afternoon into evening. They’s beginning to feel better. After Morning’s PT, Doc next door is getting two visitors. Frieda, cortisone shots in her heals, antibiotic’s for me. I could sure use another Fuzzy Navel, only I’m afraid I could get addicted to those things. I’ve already had more than my share a bout with alcohol when I was still classed an up and coming drunk on my way up to alcoholism some years ago. I guess it’ll have to be a caffeine free root beer.
A disappointing day from beginning to end, I’m tired. BGKC.
Fernan
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
and life goes on
I went alone PT. Insurance all fowled up, I had to pay for Frieda’s meds. Fed the ladies. Did my chores. Had short chat with an attractive neighbor lady. Tuned in the internet for a short spell. Wrote my piece about my fondness for BEES. I put the Polaris Ranger up on stands. Tried again to fix Fillis’s dryer. Parts man wants more info than machine has printed on it or I’m missing something. Major Bummer! Went shopping with Fillis. Had good time in Crossroads VG’s Supermarket.
Saw smoke rising north by northwest of us. Fillis and I started chasing fire engines. Never caught up with them. Stopped by friends house for his business card. I could have been hanged for having forgotten his name. I remembered part of it in time. He gave more as we shook hands. Fire still some distance away we dropped our chase hearing engines running the roads just another mile from our stop. Had to have been a whooper of a fire they had to use tanker engines to haul water into Clio. Getting home Frieda said it had come over the news, Webster & Garner was on fire. I-carumba, They’s our farm and homes gasoline, diesel, heating oil, and propane fuel supplier. Holy smokes, what’s more, they’s a local tank farm among other things. Warehouses, retail outlet, propane supply depot and filling station.
AND, lastly opened me a Fuzzy Navel. I’m not sure I know what it is. I sure know it is tasty and smoother than soda pop. BGKC.
Fernan
Opps PS: I'll add more to the Bees statement another night....hic
Oh yeah PS: Woke up painlessly and remained so all day. Beginning to wonder can life really be this good? I wish Frieda could join me!
Saw smoke rising north by northwest of us. Fillis and I started chasing fire engines. Never caught up with them. Stopped by friends house for his business card. I could have been hanged for having forgotten his name. I remembered part of it in time. He gave more as we shook hands. Fire still some distance away we dropped our chase hearing engines running the roads just another mile from our stop. Had to have been a whooper of a fire they had to use tanker engines to haul water into Clio. Getting home Frieda said it had come over the news, Webster & Garner was on fire. I-carumba, They’s our farm and homes gasoline, diesel, heating oil, and propane fuel supplier. Holy smokes, what’s more, they’s a local tank farm among other things. Warehouses, retail outlet, propane supply depot and filling station.
AND, lastly opened me a Fuzzy Navel. I’m not sure I know what it is. I sure know it is tasty and smoother than soda pop. BGKC.
Fernan
Opps PS: I'll add more to the Bees statement another night....hic
Oh yeah PS: Woke up painlessly and remained so all day. Beginning to wonder can life really be this good? I wish Frieda could join me!
In defense of BEES
I want to rant in defense of genuine bees. Let somebody get an insect sting of any kind it seems 90% of the time a bee is the receiver of another bad rap. SO THIS NO RANT! I'm merely a friend of BEES, some hornets and yellow jackets, yea and wasps as well. I have to deal with all these guys everyday-everywhere I go anywhere/everything I either pass or come in contact with. BEES, I leave alone. they're just making a living like I am. Hornets, yellow jackets, and wasps are everywhere. We as humans must be aware, become aware. Where there is one there’re two and more. I get along with wasps, my moving slowly about them. There’s no way I can possibly kill, murder all of them I come vicinity in contact with them. They hang under my eves, mud dabbers build their caves in the rafters, paper wasps either build large communicable housing, many looking for a better way tie what looks like a ball in or under things.
I see one stinging insect, I back off and watch until I have a real sense of the area of who, what kind of arse stabber I got to deal with. Bees I let them do their thing, however do they hover within a blossom is beyond me. I haven’t got anything I can move as fast as their wings. Okay, I ain’t got wings. There are ground bees and wasps. Wasps I back away from leaving them alone, unless? Ground bees are those great big jumbo sized bumble bees, I’ve shown my children how to catch and hold in clasped hands for their palm tickling antics. BEES are so easy to get along with! Just don’t pinch them!!! We need Bees and honey BEES. The rest of the critters with the fire emitted there disturbed arses I have to live with. Their everywhere, under the house and out buildings eves. They hang out under the varied undersides of farm equipment. I’ve provided them with scenic mobile living and travel using the tractor wherein they’ve taken up residence in or under the hood, implements too. Up and down the roads, fields they’ve been my traveling companions. I simply can’t wear quicksdraw holsters packing both short ranged or long ranged aerosol cans of insecticides.
I may also not want to see harm come to any these insects, as they assist real bees pollinating the blossoms from hence our fruits, vegetables, and other foods come from. It takes patience to stand and let some of these critters check/examine us, often times looking for drink the moister our bodies perspire. And it doesn’t help if some folks don’t like these hot arsed guys will wear the damn-est bright colored clothing imitating the look of blossoms: or, How about all those sweet smelling people who rather wear a stinking cologne as to being just plain cleanly washed. Perfumes and toilet waters smelling like flowers is an open invitation for all these a-fore mentioned insects to simply come and check these individuals out.
Now for you guys super sensitive to these a-fore mentioned stings, keep you medications and benedryls handy. Fro the rest of us Adolph’s meat tenderizer made into a past works dabbed on the sting bite draws well. Have been put onto toothpaste more recently. Works well also and a durn bit more convenient.
So.....Until this evening…..when I regularly post.......
Fernan
I see one stinging insect, I back off and watch until I have a real sense of the area of who, what kind of arse stabber I got to deal with. Bees I let them do their thing, however do they hover within a blossom is beyond me. I haven’t got anything I can move as fast as their wings. Okay, I ain’t got wings. There are ground bees and wasps. Wasps I back away from leaving them alone, unless? Ground bees are those great big jumbo sized bumble bees, I’ve shown my children how to catch and hold in clasped hands for their palm tickling antics. BEES are so easy to get along with! Just don’t pinch them!!! We need Bees and honey BEES. The rest of the critters with the fire emitted there disturbed arses I have to live with. Their everywhere, under the house and out buildings eves. They hang out under the varied undersides of farm equipment. I’ve provided them with scenic mobile living and travel using the tractor wherein they’ve taken up residence in or under the hood, implements too. Up and down the roads, fields they’ve been my traveling companions. I simply can’t wear quicksdraw holsters packing both short ranged or long ranged aerosol cans of insecticides.
I may also not want to see harm come to any these insects, as they assist real bees pollinating the blossoms from hence our fruits, vegetables, and other foods come from. It takes patience to stand and let some of these critters check/examine us, often times looking for drink the moister our bodies perspire. And it doesn’t help if some folks don’t like these hot arsed guys will wear the damn-est bright colored clothing imitating the look of blossoms: or, How about all those sweet smelling people who rather wear a stinking cologne as to being just plain cleanly washed. Perfumes and toilet waters smelling like flowers is an open invitation for all these a-fore mentioned insects to simply come and check these individuals out.
Now for you guys super sensitive to these a-fore mentioned stings, keep you medications and benedryls handy. Fro the rest of us Adolph’s meat tenderizer made into a past works dabbed on the sting bite draws well. Have been put onto toothpaste more recently. Works well also and a durn bit more convenient.
So.....Until this evening…..when I regularly post.......
Fernan
Monday, August 3, 2009
Different wake up
I arose without a pain this AM. Well almost. Just a wee bit of discomfort over the left eye I managed to massage down and out alleviating a temporary sinus condition.
What to do today? Maybe some of that what was spoken of yet left undone yesterday may be done today?
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“Loving without kissing is like fishing without bait.” author unknown to me. J And how I do like kissin‘. J
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Whatever it was I did today I had finished it by 8:00PM including supper. Now let’s see, I ran the fences and gave the ladies another pasture. Researched Fillis’s cloths dryer, copied numbers, checked internet. That was a near loss. Whirlpool is the best at offering home repair advice. So far the rest of the manufactures suck. I could be on my own this repair job? Took look at Fillis’s lawn mower. Today Yup, it leaked gasoline, as reported. Took note from area leak was coming from. Gasoline drained. Started dis-assembly. No visible leak found. What was found was gobs of silicone and a badly beat up carburetor gasket. Don’t make sense. Gasket is between carburetor and air-cleaner. But then there’s a priming bulb in the air-cleaner. Could be damaged gasket off center some five holes as culprit. Best part is the worst part. The cussed mower’s a Craftsman with a Tecumseh motor. Now there is a total loss product straight off the sears retailer floor. BGKC.
Fernan
What to do today? Maybe some of that what was spoken of yet left undone yesterday may be done today?
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“Loving without kissing is like fishing without bait.” author unknown to me. J And how I do like kissin‘. J
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Whatever it was I did today I had finished it by 8:00PM including supper. Now let’s see, I ran the fences and gave the ladies another pasture. Researched Fillis’s cloths dryer, copied numbers, checked internet. That was a near loss. Whirlpool is the best at offering home repair advice. So far the rest of the manufactures suck. I could be on my own this repair job? Took look at Fillis’s lawn mower. Today Yup, it leaked gasoline, as reported. Took note from area leak was coming from. Gasoline drained. Started dis-assembly. No visible leak found. What was found was gobs of silicone and a badly beat up carburetor gasket. Don’t make sense. Gasket is between carburetor and air-cleaner. But then there’s a priming bulb in the air-cleaner. Could be damaged gasket off center some five holes as culprit. Best part is the worst part. The cussed mower’s a Craftsman with a Tecumseh motor. Now there is a total loss product straight off the sears retailer floor. BGKC.
Fernan
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Sunday
Made it a lite day today or whether that was my intention. Doing what I did here then it was off to the shop on the other end. Making it a more fun activity I brought out the Cushman. Hooked the lite implement trailer on to it, Loaded my tool box into the Cushman, Loaded my chainsaw plus its attending paraphernalia.
My intention was to bring brownie back with me for Fillis’s use on her lawn. Then while she mowed I’d take her drier apart for parts list.
At the shop the Cushman having backed its trailer into the ditch for Brownie’s easy loading. Then walked out to the shop for Brownie. Only Brownie was in a…, no go mood. I tried jump starting…, no go. I swapped out another battery…, no go. Finally fed up with the goofy under chassis safety switch, I commenced to take it out. That was fun. Had first to remove sheet metal. Two self locking nuts to hold hood two bolts to remove engine clip. I was where I could see the safety switch. Yup, I could see it. I don’t believe the manufacturer had any intention to make it an easy removal task. Undaunted, becoming back handed, in lieu of double jointed, with the aid of the ¼” inch wrenches and a long extension I managed to remove that ornery switch. Check out is continuity I found I couldn’t get rid of it!. Balderdash! The wiring harness loosened and rerouted I decided to screw the safety switch down a-top the dash. While I was continuity testing it had never failed it’s switching purpose once, not once. It was a much better place for all concerned. First, second, third times Brownie started as it was supposed to. Suddenly, repeatedly the battery had come alive. I loaded Brownie on the lite implement trailer, packed my ¼” wrenches and headed for Fillis’s. Sure I would need flashlite I came home for my old reliable. Caught, Frieda wanted to go along.
At Fillis’s I immediately went about my task of looking at the dryer as the women caught up on everything they hadn’t said on the phone earlier. A quick survey of he dryer wondering why it had a pipe fitting sticking out the back and a 110 volt power cord fed out of the clock area, I discovered I’d be hard pressed to replace an electric element in a gas dryer.
Time to unload brownie. Trailer backed into the ditch it started as it should additionally pressing in dash safety switch. Fillis having had used this machine and others similar, the control run down was easy enough merely adding relocation safety switch info.
Somewhere in my day I had made two extra runs up and down this road moving hay, feeding ladies at Fillis‘s and again check gate post inventories behind Fillis’s same place.
Meanwhile while Fillis mowed I checked on some seamstress work I had let out. Checking on it popped a top while discussing important worldly gendered matters with Juan. By and by Frieda and Fillis joined us as did Jeanie also. Next thing I knew we’d been invited to stay for a Mexican cook out. Yum! I excused myself to drive home for rattlers. The evening passing slowly I had to run home to let Holly out, bottle the bull calf, corn feed the mama cow, to have Holly get loose and run away from me. The rest of the masses had no idea all the fun I was having. Understand, Holly no longer hates me nor seeks my blood anymore. Just the same she hasn’t totally warmed up to me yet. So I sat on the porch steps giving with the best coaxes I could muster from memory upon Holly’s female sex. I was soooo good I’d never had caught her if it hadn’t been for one well placed foot upon her passing leash, Youser…. BGKC.
Fernan
My intention was to bring brownie back with me for Fillis’s use on her lawn. Then while she mowed I’d take her drier apart for parts list.
At the shop the Cushman having backed its trailer into the ditch for Brownie’s easy loading. Then walked out to the shop for Brownie. Only Brownie was in a…, no go mood. I tried jump starting…, no go. I swapped out another battery…, no go. Finally fed up with the goofy under chassis safety switch, I commenced to take it out. That was fun. Had first to remove sheet metal. Two self locking nuts to hold hood two bolts to remove engine clip. I was where I could see the safety switch. Yup, I could see it. I don’t believe the manufacturer had any intention to make it an easy removal task. Undaunted, becoming back handed, in lieu of double jointed, with the aid of the ¼” inch wrenches and a long extension I managed to remove that ornery switch. Check out is continuity I found I couldn’t get rid of it!. Balderdash! The wiring harness loosened and rerouted I decided to screw the safety switch down a-top the dash. While I was continuity testing it had never failed it’s switching purpose once, not once. It was a much better place for all concerned. First, second, third times Brownie started as it was supposed to. Suddenly, repeatedly the battery had come alive. I loaded Brownie on the lite implement trailer, packed my ¼” wrenches and headed for Fillis’s. Sure I would need flashlite I came home for my old reliable. Caught, Frieda wanted to go along.
At Fillis’s I immediately went about my task of looking at the dryer as the women caught up on everything they hadn’t said on the phone earlier. A quick survey of he dryer wondering why it had a pipe fitting sticking out the back and a 110 volt power cord fed out of the clock area, I discovered I’d be hard pressed to replace an electric element in a gas dryer.
Time to unload brownie. Trailer backed into the ditch it started as it should additionally pressing in dash safety switch. Fillis having had used this machine and others similar, the control run down was easy enough merely adding relocation safety switch info.
Somewhere in my day I had made two extra runs up and down this road moving hay, feeding ladies at Fillis‘s and again check gate post inventories behind Fillis’s same place.
Meanwhile while Fillis mowed I checked on some seamstress work I had let out. Checking on it popped a top while discussing important worldly gendered matters with Juan. By and by Frieda and Fillis joined us as did Jeanie also. Next thing I knew we’d been invited to stay for a Mexican cook out. Yum! I excused myself to drive home for rattlers. The evening passing slowly I had to run home to let Holly out, bottle the bull calf, corn feed the mama cow, to have Holly get loose and run away from me. The rest of the masses had no idea all the fun I was having. Understand, Holly no longer hates me nor seeks my blood anymore. Just the same she hasn’t totally warmed up to me yet. So I sat on the porch steps giving with the best coaxes I could muster from memory upon Holly’s female sex. I was soooo good I’d never had caught her if it hadn’t been for one well placed foot upon her passing leash, Youser…. BGKC.
Fernan
Saturday, August 1, 2009
August already
Holy smokes the summer’s sure over half gone now. With the end of July, it’s official with us kids. Think of it, the year‘s over half gone also. Our county fair ain’t but a couple weeks away. But I will survive.
Shucks, what’d I do today? The usual chores that’s always for sure. Nothing exciting here to get into I went down to the shop. Finished putting that soundly running derelict lawn tractor together. A spring I hadn’t the slightest idear how I was going to ever get it back on, it came to me. Start one end just as if I knew what I was doing. Then I gathered up a piece of electrical conduit about a short 4’ long. I put on end on the spring’s unattached end, leaned on it, and before I realized I had done it the odd end out was secured over its hanger. Everything else was elemental. Moe “ele” than “mental.” Last thing up was the mower deck. That took a little more persuading also. Not like that spring. With the machine hanging 45* off the ceiling, say, I employed the old alligator jack slipping it under the hind part of the flopped deck. A little coaxing this-a-way’n’that I theoretically got it hooked up to the chassis my way. The belts were they should be the heart of the machine was looking good. I lowered it to the floor. Put the battery in it again. Climbed aboard an it started. That rusty looking poor old contraption aught to have a name of it’s own. I’m thinking Brownie. Should have done that naming part a long time ago. I just didn’t see it then.
About the time that tractor’s engine came alive here came Chip around the bend. And he had promised to faithfully help me earlier this very morning. I scarcely pulled my LT out of the shop Chip had his LT moved in and hanging right where moments ago I had taken Brownie down. {:^) he did a fine job BS-ing me. As long as his great big fancy LT was but hanging around then he’s wanting to use Brownie to mow all the lawns. {:^)
The broken hay wagon fixed, reloaded, and brought home, the 4010 taken down the road for second cutting preparations, the trying to make fix a four way switch failed, the factory new assembly installed on tractor for baler tier, and my bringing the 4020 home with hay in tow helped rounded out my day as I did my evening chores.
Now it is past my bed time; and, I wonder where did the day go? BGKC
Fernan
Shucks, what’d I do today? The usual chores that’s always for sure. Nothing exciting here to get into I went down to the shop. Finished putting that soundly running derelict lawn tractor together. A spring I hadn’t the slightest idear how I was going to ever get it back on, it came to me. Start one end just as if I knew what I was doing. Then I gathered up a piece of electrical conduit about a short 4’ long. I put on end on the spring’s unattached end, leaned on it, and before I realized I had done it the odd end out was secured over its hanger. Everything else was elemental. Moe “ele” than “mental.” Last thing up was the mower deck. That took a little more persuading also. Not like that spring. With the machine hanging 45* off the ceiling, say, I employed the old alligator jack slipping it under the hind part of the flopped deck. A little coaxing this-a-way’n’that I theoretically got it hooked up to the chassis my way. The belts were they should be the heart of the machine was looking good. I lowered it to the floor. Put the battery in it again. Climbed aboard an it started. That rusty looking poor old contraption aught to have a name of it’s own. I’m thinking Brownie. Should have done that naming part a long time ago. I just didn’t see it then.
About the time that tractor’s engine came alive here came Chip around the bend. And he had promised to faithfully help me earlier this very morning. I scarcely pulled my LT out of the shop Chip had his LT moved in and hanging right where moments ago I had taken Brownie down. {:^) he did a fine job BS-ing me. As long as his great big fancy LT was but hanging around then he’s wanting to use Brownie to mow all the lawns. {:^)
The broken hay wagon fixed, reloaded, and brought home, the 4010 taken down the road for second cutting preparations, the trying to make fix a four way switch failed, the factory new assembly installed on tractor for baler tier, and my bringing the 4020 home with hay in tow helped rounded out my day as I did my evening chores.
Now it is past my bed time; and, I wonder where did the day go? BGKC
Fernan
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