Fore Last Night

Gosh, I had made it another writer's club meeting. My presentation was awful and I was so proud of it before I had started reading it. Oh well! Having bravely continued reading it to the end I recieved some very valueable critisisim. This was about the best what had happened all day.
A bit of luck had followed ourdrive out of the city. Just making it to alast prechosen fillng station for gasoline, we must have been running on vapors, for when Fillip fueled the gastank it filled from a completely empty condition. Thankfully the price of gasoline has steadily come down tyhe last few days. Evening'slast price was a keen $3.18.9/gallon. I can't remember how many months or years ago I'd seen gasoline at this price. Only a month ago gasoline was selling for over $4.00/gallon. Such is commerace around mid-Michigan these last few days.
Had to grind yesterday. I set the machinery and Fillip did most the work all by himself. Not particularly feeling good at that start's moment, I left Fillip to it. I retired to the house hoping something'd come out of it. Bless his heart.
After lunch we removed ourselves to the shop delivering the grind along the way. Then recovering it with a new tarp. After that my daylight part of my day started going down hill. Had some bad luck working on the Bettle Buggy breaking an irreplacable part. I get to try again today to try and save it one way or another. Nuts!
There's a 10% chance of rain for today. I doubt very much we'll see a single drop unlike the USA's East coast huricane's coming ashore the upper mid Atlantic states. Looks like all our country's eastern neighbors are in for a good time.
"Rainbows."
Fernan

I believe in Santa

Holy smokems Mom and Dad, I wish you were here to see this, I recieved an early call this very AM to make a 4 minute appearance for my book "Santa's Reindeer Hay" on a local TV station. 'Tis perfectly okay I make the appointment for a rainy day appearance. I'm either so scared and/or excited I'm vibrating like a 1925 Fliver all over the place.
Phone call out of the way it was a run by the bank to juggle funds, then a run into Mt Morris for Buggy parts. Fillip was called to drive harvest trucks for the afternoon. I ran into another villiage to pick up some groceries. we nneded some bread for Fillips lunch bucket, baking soda for laundry, and mothballs to go around the house footings to help keep some mice at bay. A quick lunch I alone went to work on reassembling Fillip's VW Buggy. That lasted until I felt myself going brain dead somewhere about 6:00PM.
Home I'll be lucky if I can put any kind of a supper together. In the house within my home element, personally I'm ready for cooky, a glass of milk, and beddy bye....zzzzzzzzzz
"Rainbows."
Fernan

A long Fall Day

We lost a very precious life this morning. Taking Fillip's pet cat, Stats, to the vet this this morning. Stats crying in pain all night into this morning somethinghad to be done. So it was off to the pet hospital. He was found to have some kind of a urinary problem. Bottom line Fillip (We) could have spent a mere 1/2grand and gauranteed surgury would likely do him no good. So Fillip elected to have his friend put down. Parts of today have been rather dismal at times. Stata was an entertaining loving good friend to the whole household. He'll be missed.
Draging Fillip's roadster ut of the fence line weeds. The engine rolled over. After some tinkering we got the the ignition to fire. However the buggy having set unatended for so long the brakes had caroded tight. So, finding brake fluid wet to the rear brakes, where-as the frontones were dry. In taking the front brake drums off I found indeed the wheel cylinders were frozen in place never to work again. All so found a bad wheel bearing and the front brake hoses not to be trusted. Parts are now ordered and should be here tomorrow. With a little more to come the buggy needs at least one new tire and an improvised throttle-cable. He-he, my brother shutting us out of the shop we had found the old buggy thing fun to work on. Brakes fixed tomorrow we may only be another day or so from having it runing and in working order to finally store it away in my barn for the Winter. Next year maybe a paint job and a new canvas top?
Next up either the Dumpy or Greene truck to work on. The Dumpy would be rather handy arond here; yet, the Greene would be a more economical drive. Decisions-decisions?
The "Santa's Reindeer Hay" book sales continue to slowly plod-on-a-long. The book getting around just enough, I'm averaging a sale a day, thus far I have been contacted for two County Library story-telling speaker engagements. I've also managed to send out some locally healthy 1st round press releases to radio, TV, and newspapers, over the last weekend. Another week or so I'll be sending out a follow-up 2nd press releases. I'll predict right now a 3rd press release will be putting some stretch to my salesmanship imagination.
Inspite our pet's loss, we're having fun-fun-fun! Still wishing we had a few more bucks to work with, for all the poping up surprises.
Rainbows
Fernan

8-4-2012 An Old Companion’s back

All I had done was spend some few hours partially cutting a long over do alfalfa hay field. Minding my own middle of the night sleeping time I was wakened stuffed up, short on air, choken on my own flem, I was wakened with itching eyes and a stuffed nose. It just ain’t right to feel this way over reoccurring sinus malady a body’s got no control over. One hing’d sure when I’m all over it in a few days I’ll be feeling a lot better. (grumble, grumble, growl, growl)

Something what “T’s me off no end is waking up with Damned good line in my mind. Then by the time I’d waken up enough wishen I had had a pencil and paper handy, I no longer remember what it was I wanted to say for posterity, “N” all this feeling behind a nose I’m imagining so big my face is hidden from view behind it. (NUTS!) Now saving the worst for last, my eyes are so glazed over under running what a can only describe as alien fluids impeding my continually lessened vision. Leaning up to the monitor squinting even to what I can make out of all the wrong print I’ve managed to put up there, I’ve exhausted myself. Last line it just ain’t right a body should feel this bad when he’s supposedly getting some of his health back!

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Walking through my door I want something liken tea cold and super wet and fluids topped off a wanted bed. Sleep was instantaneous. I slept for hours, waking occasionally only to expell some luid into a bed side bottle.

This as my day putting in what time I could handle then wanting left alone.

“Rainbows.”
Fernan

8-3-2012 How much can one weary specimen take?

8-3-2012 How much can one weary specimen take?
Good golly your best cheeses available just how much can a concerted old geezer of only the representations the likes of myself take. All the beautiful healthy young vibrant woman playin beech volley ball, court team volley ball, bicycling theri untiring limbs pumping those likes to finishes, women divers in singles and teams.
Good golly ma thee be at least one Saint to preserve me from my lusts. Just how much do all these automatists expect a poor old geezsers heart can take. And adding spontaneous team hugs together without me in the middle.
I’m warning me, watching these Olympic team games are hazardous to my mental and physical heaths. My case desperately tries to rest while my coffin waits……
It ain’t faia I’m tellen you between what my Mom told me and Herr Clinks handy hand on hr skillet.
Ohhhhh, whoa is it my may I be-saved yet another weak kneed week all this vissional platitude.
S there ant such thing as a whole bodied band aid for a 5’17” lad at heart??????
I rest my raging corpuscles before they involuntarily flow away. May at least be worthy enough for at least one tender hearted Saint ‘ill preserves me!!!!
Faining Prayer
Fernan

8-2-2012 Brand new body thrill….

….as in an un-experienced spanked body spell.
Morning waking felt some lame my left side. By between 1:00 and 2:00 lame turned into full left side body pain: left limb, l rump, l torso side, and l same side the side neck. I couldn't hurt for the aches & pains. I laid down finding my most comfortable position and slept almost 6 hours. Any idea my latest temporary malady cause? Ain't ever heard of this kind a stroke and dismissed it. Feeling some better today. was my diagnoses close to or right on?
Medications taken for condition 1 5mm Valium and 2 100mg ibuprofens (twice today), plus ice packs laid down back‘s left side.

Predicted rains moving this way there’ll be no hay making today (mowing) Am going to measure hydraulic lift systems between the newer and older mowing machines, looking for better machine lifting speed for the newer machine.

If feeling good enough, I should’ve been trying a more Greenee Truck’s new replacement engine work. I hates uselessly laying around doing nothing. Laying down instead I once more found my escape from pain.
Am thinking tonight’s sleep shall be easier slept.

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Whelp’s it turned out my left side so damnably sore I didn’t get much of anything done. I didn’t even look at either one of the downed truck’s needs. I‘s just a to-dab-blamed-sore to look let alone give anything a thought, I did no more than what was asked of me.
Did some machinery component measurements for speeder machinery lifting hydraulics. All I managed was the facts measured and recorded without any heavy weight thoughts involvement.

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Congratulations Gabby Douglas your Olympic Gymnastic Gold. Bless you dear. If you’re ever in my neighborhood stop and see me for a congratulating hug you’ve well earned.

This covering my day I’m wishing everyone else something brighter…..
“Rainbows.”
Fernan

8-1-2012 Unwanted gremlins

Feeling relatively well after a indeterminably long high-hate-tus. My second day, approached, “Feel like cutting some hay or at least breaking in a feild so’s Tom may take over?” Wood-I, wood-I. glory be, tractor time! The machinery for this use having been parked in weeds and grass near as tall as most the tractor and all the mover, I mistakenly assumed it’d be an all a-okay norm and ready for work. Off and running just getting up on the road I felt an unusual vibration, one side mower low, stopped in middle road. My climben down I observed one nasty looken multi folded what looked like some black baker’s dough in process being hand turned into pumpernickel bread. NUTS! A call out of help, the whole rig backed into the wrong-side the road’s ditch leaving exasperated tire on road for fixing. Fillip on arrival has wrong jacks, but we made do. Rim wrenched off, to shop we went for damage assessment. Glorry be the rim-tire unit looked salvageable. Taken apart fro some serious washing clean for reassembly it when together looking almost as good as new. Only aired 35#’s it had 2 air leaks. DOUBLE NUTS! Re-broken down again. A tread leak was found after looking over some inbeded wood in the tread, We could assume that tire had been punctured either by Russian Olive, Crab Apple, or MultiFloweral Rose thorns. The tire interiorly patched, the tubeless valve stem gingerly removed tire greased installed, all put back together we were holding air. Whooppee! [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v343/FMGruber/2012%20Summer/summer2012001-Copy.jpg[/IMG] Or So Damned late in the day by time machinery was read to roll, myself just plainly worn out (simply tired my month old health’s ordeal) it was to Hell with cutting hay. I called it a day. So it is I’m gonna cut it some the hay rain or no. We can wrap it if necessary! ‘Sides, these bovine critters sure do go for they wrapped hay silage come winter snows. It always smells good to me. Hasn’t tasted bad either my trying it. “Moo!” Fernan