4th day failure, BAH

I can’t for the life of me remember when these electrically ^&*^()(&^ charged fences have given me so cussing much trouble. Breakfast not yet out of the way and I’m informed the fountains are hot. A short in the fence has charged the fountains so the steers and yearling heifers are unable to drink. ^&*^()(&^ Here I go again……
Two more loads hay to wrap, Me thinks I’ll take another one of them along with me. BAAHHH!!!! It ain’t nothing like having my day’s activities decided for me. LMAO!
So much for my AM thoughts. Breakfast eatened I’m gone.
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It’s noon on the dot; and, this is what I been up to all the AM:
As I had writ I loaded up and took A hay load with me. Spent most the morning not only making fix but also running new fence. AND, then when I was all done the the fence remained dead. I checked and rechecked and about to give up I enlisted Bro’s younger eyes to assist. We weren’t out ten minutes and he spotted the problem. (grrrrr) Backing the wire up a moment, I had easily found and corrected the two easily found shorts those guy’s had made, but it was the 3rd one Bro’ spotted they’d had to stay up all night they’d worked on twisting and thoroughly winding two hot wires with a grounding barbed wire until it looked like a winch cable sporting some mean arsed thorns.
I’m seriously getting to irritated with them’s steers. I been replacing their tatooed numbers in my mind with “T-Bone, “Round Steak, “Meat Loaf, “Ground Round, “Sir Loin, “Rump Roast, “Burger, and more.” My thoughts are also filled with providing each and everyone of them a scenic one-way ticketed ride to Disneyworld. I’m telling it like it is, I’m disgusted and it takes a lot to get my ire up and that mob has mine up their about as high as mountain climbing gear i'd take to get their.
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This afternoon I’m gonna get my last load rolled hay bales hauled in, away and wrapped, then mow hay. Why, cause if I don’t, it won’t rain tomorrow. Doing it my way I’m double dog daring it to rain. Call me mister optimistic. I’m sure it’ll rain. It can’t come or go any other way.
I ground grain today just for the Hell of it, I guess. Only a couple days ago somebody was in dire need, even promising me help. Well, its done and it wasn‘t easy. Coming in at 7:30 PM, I’m totally wasted. Sure glad whatever it was I did to day was important. I don’t know how I’ve managed to do what I did with all the help what never showed up.
Hey, the hay I mowed, I mowed in less than two hours this afternoon, it’ll likely take me 6hrs to bale it. Then there’ll again be the hauling and wrapping again. “Promises, Promises?“ BGKC.
Fernan