I left work a little early on Friday to get the equipment
prepped for putting up hay on Saturday. A friend at church volunteered to help
and he was a God-send for us. I had never run the equipment to rake and bale
the hay. I had always arrived when the task was almost done. This time it was
me and Mama all the way and it was a great learning experience. His help was
more than appreciated; it was invaluable.
As we were baling the field Mama and Victoria decided to
take the trailer to the barn from the field and so Mama started backing up the
truck – never thinking that the trailer was attached. It was only when she
could not back up any more that she realized what she had done.
The trailer jackknifed into the truck and crumpled the truck
bed on that side along with putting a sizable gash in the metal above the rear
tire. The bumper was slightly bent but not as bad as it could have been. It was
pretty discouraging to see the thing happen in slow motion. The truck is still
drivable but it definitely caused cosmetic damage we will not be able to hide.
It could be a costly repair. Mama did not realize how bad it was but she was
cringing as she pulled the truck forward to get the trailer pulled away from
the bed and bumper.
All in all, we got one hundred and one bales off of the
field. I was praying for one hundred and twenty five. I am convinced that if we
had gotten the hay done before we went on vacation, we would have had the
additional bales in the barn but that was not to be. Now, however, we are ready
to cut when the hay is ready since all the equipment is in service.
Yesterday we were up pretty early and got a lot of little
things done around the farm. Mama and I cleaned out the shed near the apartment
and set it up for the little pigs. They needed a better home than our laundry
room was providing. I changed the oil in her mower since it was strongly to do
that after ten hours of operation. I hung the ceiling fan in our bedroom –
having brought it back from Florida – and we cleaned the barn. Late that
evening we worked in the garden. It was a full day.
This morning I drove to Borger where I will meet with the
building owner to look at an even smaller portion of the building to house the
staff we have here. It is one of the ongoing assignments that I have not
pleasure in doing since it affects the lives of so many. It may be a small
thing to have to move offices but it is usually the small things that cause us
the most angst.
Late Saturday we got a call from the mechanic working on the
Uplander. We delivered the car to him because of a worsening noise that seemed
to be the power steering pump. We weren’t even close. But to our credit he had
his wife drive the car while he stuck his head out of the window to analyze the
noise.
He supposed it was a brake noise when he got a good chance
to hear it and when he pulled off one front tires the problem was obvious.
Someone had put ten inch rotors on a wheel that required twelve inch rotors.
Only half the brake pad was gripping the rotor when we were braking. It had
quickly worn down the pads. It is a wonder that we drove safely from home to
Florida and back on that jerry-rigged system.
I will be in the panhandle for a couple days handling
several more people issues but should be home Thursday evening.
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