Posted 05-29-2004 at 18:23:29
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Chores here out of the way early, bottle feeding the calf, stopped for a hug and a kind exchange with Sally. She was delighted, she didn’t need a shot this morning.
A couple joists breaking from old aged decay yesterday, I told Clink she was going to have to walk lightly (as in gingerly) around the house for a few days. I suggested borrowing a couple posts holding up our floors so’s I can replace the missing joists on the round-baled-hay hay wagon. She bought my explanation particularly after recognizing the two once upon a time posts from the basement lying a-top the remainig joists. I told her I had to do this least until I could get to a sawmill or lumber yard and then until I get around to refitting new ones. She bought it!
Managing some magic I removed a flat tire off the hay-conditioner. Rain forecast for next few days (What else is news?) figured better just fix it, rather than wasting time chasing it with air cans. It will be the same with a couple more tires around here this next week. Might as well get into them; besides, rather have to do only one or two a day than a whole day’s load of them all at once. I did this while I waited Dave’s promise to give me a quick hand this morning.
Hard to believe, I actually got to put on a comfortable pair of Red-Wing shoes before noon today. It is not a short nor long term memory lapse this time. I honestly can’t remember the last time I had them on. And only yesterday a-fore noon I was treading mud, sitting mud, scraping mud, and I wont go there. I do believe it is trying to dry up around here. In celebration I took Frieda out for coffee. I might have been lunch if it weren’t for running out of money before the end of the month. I knew I shouldn’t have bought her her-beer the last time we went shopping. This is what comes of being a nice guy.
Lunch was not to bad. It was everything I did not eat last night. The best part were the fresh California strawberries she could not pass at the super market the last time she was out with her lady friend, the Klipper. I purposely play with her sir name do to the fact she has added so many extra letters to my own, I’m not sure I am who I say I am when we‘re all in her company? But, she does have a good soul.
Funeral today on account of yesterday’s hay making sunshine postponement. Taking the parts of officiate, sextant, undertaker, and a teary substitute family, I did the good-bye to an animal that never had an opportunity to hightail it even once about the pasture. Non the less, I wished her on to a bovine heaven‘s greener pastures. Of-course not to be a show-off I dressed casually.
It was getting late onto four o’clock and beyond. I guess Dave forgot his promise. Anyway I went about what I could remember needing done and forget his promise altogether, even later when we had slowed down for coffee. Needing a couple buckets of grain for my backyard charges I got up to Roy’s barn to get it. Found grain box near empty. Now, this makes my day. I’m guessing the weather as well as the so called pros, I figure we’re going to get rain and plenty of it tonight and tomorrow. I’ve got to grind or slog the drive’s barnyard mud tomorrow in the rain. Who said we would get forty-eight hours of dry before it’s wetted-up all over again?
The grain’s ground. Behind on pills. Got to take medication somewhat timely. If nothing else, I rattles pretty good for an hour or so unable to sneak-up on anybody. Now all I got to do is spot the grain wagon, catch Sally for temperature check and call it a night. That’s all, only my ladies decide they’re taking an evening out. Thankfully, the immediate animal barnyard had dried enough for me to charge on over the muddy entrance to their domain. Without looking back I went after them. A half block beyond their hot wired limits I hollers. Didn’t take a couple guilty minded critters but a moment to turn tail for where their home should have been. Heading around the rest of them giving out with a couple ticked-off shouts they were all heading for home, the roar of the Cushman right on their heals. Interesting how even these supposedly dumb critters know some rights from wrongs.
The Cushman parked, my butt parked, I’m drawing a quiet breath before finishing. The way I saw it, I would finish by about eight-thirty in the PM. Then I would be looking forward to he rest of the evening’s hours mine. And, that’s the way it was this day under mostly sunny skies.