Posted 06-16-2004 at 16:38:07
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Got a Possum for anybody who wants him for their fourth of July BBQ roast. Now if then that person will just let me when they’re dropping by to pick it up, I’ll be sure not to be home. LOL.
Truck also came home sometime during the night. All washed up tires clean, no physical evidence where all it has been. Cleaned up I was almost by it before I realized it was mine. Got to find that young man and give him his pay. Better yet, rather find that pretty young wife of his for one more chat. Seeing her yesterday to retrieve some papers from the glove box. The sight of her, one child in her arms, another hanging onto her dress hem, and another talking it up for an attention sake, reminded me of our (Frieda and I) good old days. Besides, she was cute as the dickens. He he.
And I thought them days would never end. Especially looking at these kids with all the energy they spend on their families. Boy! Am I ever glad I was there to our early days pushing Frieda out of bed to start each morning!
Moving on, went to Michigan’s Secretary of States Office today. Being the supposed day of my birth this was my last day to take care of my vehicle’s tax obligations for one more year. While there Frieda applied for and got herself a free ID car with her picture of a tortured grin upon it. But this was not without Frieda’s peril, including the history of my demise. When the clerk asked Frieda, “Have you been driving lately?“ to which Frieda answered, “No!” I objected whole heartedly. The clerk hearing my words turned to me demanding a detailed explanation upon my part.
“Well,” I let it be known, I told that clerk, “This woman has been driving me nuts for exactly forty-six years today.”
And the clerk in turned said that this may not count without some more enlightenment, to which I added, “Forty-six years ago this evening she wore a very dangerous basic little black dress in navy-blue. That dress was her entrapment formula that has wearied me all these many years since.”
“Sorry Mr., that is all part of her job description.” the clerk off handedly informed me. To wit, a number of people sitting and standing around about us busted out laughing. I’m telling the whole world, I felt like Rodney Dangerfield. I get no respect. I might do better if he would grow a beard so’s giving the public an opportunity to see our exact differences in appearance.
Moving on again leaving the licensing offices of the State behind, Frieda tells me we need some milk. Grocery store handy as it was only a hundred yards or so away. Picking up a few things I managed to come out empty pocketed, the kid’s tip for working on the truck gone. Wonder if he’ll take dollar a month for the next thirty years and a warning from me to never let me talk him into one of these satiation’s again?
BLT sandwiches for lunch, and the hay-conditioner’s bearings had arrived. Tools out, Dave re-showing himself almost on cue to give me a handy handing me parts and tools after my having to climb into the machine. I just finish setting and more the bearing and its plates when it starts sprinkling. Some bolts fished into their respective holes new washers and my tire old nuts back on the bolts the sprinkles now a shower is turning into a heavy rain. A heavy rain to last an hour adding ¾” or 1” of new rain water on everything we already got. Tomorrow’s soon enough to align and tighten everything to go, most likely two/three more days off for field drying time. Whoopee!
Half my neighbors are having their share of haybind break downs. For if theirs aren’t spread out in their shop’s the machines are spread out at a dealer’s. We’re most fortunate we can repair our equipment.
And, nobody is happier than I, my new junkyard fugitive transmission worked and continues working all day. Whew. One less thing to look inside of. Finally came up with an idea as how to pay the kid. I am going to put Frieda’s empty beer cans in a wagon and send her out to find as many stores as it takes to cash them in, what with five and ten dollar limits on cashed in empties, should keep her busy a couple/three days. Right after supper right after supper that is. In a couple days I should have no idea where she is by then, while enjoying the peace and quiet. And, who said these little financial problems couldn’t be worked out?
Pulling into the yard I see cows where cows don’t belong. Just what I want to do. Search out and fix broken wire or my shorts. But guess what can’t be left go? Know there’s another short East side of barn. Going to check it out in morning. Still have to slog through 7>8” mud this evening’s chore’s.
Now that I am near winded. I am glad to see no one set out a blazing cake of candles near a hundred yards out in front of me to blow out, a list of names each one representing another five yards on the side line of windy hot aired individuals. i would never had made them.
May the Lord bless you, every one.