Today I woke up in a foul mood. It was 30 degrees here yesterday with virtually no wind so when it starts to cool down at night I open all the windows. The problem with that is that when the coyotes are close, which they were last night, really close, in my front yard, I could see them. They yipe and kiyie all night, talking to each other...no sleep for me. So around 5 am they finally start moving away from the yard and I can only here them at a distance now, much better, but by then the birds were twittering and that evil little bitch squirrel is chattering like crazy, telling all her kind that danger is close (ie: coyotes) At 6 am, in and out of sleep, I hear Rbt get up and quietly close the window....most days he would head outside and haul some bales, which is what he did the past two days and I was able to sleep, undisturbed for a couple more hours...but he slips back into bed and starts rubbing my back....
WARNING: for those of you uninterested in my very personal life skip the following paragraph...
Rbt persisted in trying awaken me by the old and might I add ineffective, romantic back rub, in spite of my desperate attempt to ignore him and fall asleep again...but after nearly an hour of on again off again pestering I finally spoke to him......"IF YOU WERE ON THE VERGE OF FALLING ASLEEP AND I STARTED TO RUB YOUR BACK, WOULD IT MAKE YOU SLEEP OR WAKE YOU UP ?"
We have talked about this until I am sick to death of it. Lucky him, he sleeps like the dead and hears nothing... I on the other hand, am a horribly light sleeper and pain and night sweats are constantly waking me. We go to bed around 11 pm. he snores the moment his head hits the pillow and I read until about 1 am before I can sleep. So at 6 am he is all bright eye, bushy tailed and I am dragging my ass around with only 4-5 hours of very poor quality sleep then he gets offended when I am angry he wakes me up...Sometimes spouseacide looks like a very good option. Jail doesn't seem so bad, I've always wanted to get a degree.
I went to sit down in the armchair with a soda and sandwich last night and when I reached for the lever to raise the foot rest lost the grip on the plate and watched in horror as my sandwich went ass over tea kettle and landed on my pants...mayo, margarine and mustard, oh and a very juicy ripe tomato slice slid down the side of my pants to land on the leather seat...It took me fifteen minutes to clean the mess and by then I had missed half my show...God damn it.
I hope I can sleep better tonight. Damned coyotes.
You know what the answer is, you just chose to ignore it...
Splendor
August 19, 2012
August 12, 2012
Light Show Last night
The Perseid meteor shower of 2012 was visible last night after midnight. I sat and watched from the comfort of my bedroom window for over an hour.
They said on the news that there would be about 100 meteors per hour travel across the night sky, I saw 113 streak past. Some were dim and barely visible other were bright, with hints of colour to them and visible from horizon to horizon. Those were the best and are what kept me watching for so long...I just had to see one more. . . Robt snored through the whole thing...but alas, bed was calling and I tore myself away to catch some sleep. They were visible until dawn...
Today I get to be semi-lazy...finished baling hay yesterday...hurahhh. Rbt is hauling the bales home now and I have a two day vacation of sorts...I have to harvest stuff from the garden, mow the lawn, pull the dead flowers from flower beds and cook some nourishing food for a change, we are both tired of sandwiches...but when I am in the field I can't be Suzy homemaker.
I am trying really hard not to let our financial woes stress me out. But the time of both of us staying home to work the farm is coming to an end. We either have to flip a coin to see who gets a job or sell up and retire. Big changes are looming
Today I get to be semi-lazy...finished baling hay yesterday...hurahhh. Rbt is hauling the bales home now and I have a two day vacation of sorts...I have to harvest stuff from the garden, mow the lawn, pull the dead flowers from flower beds and cook some nourishing food for a change, we are both tired of sandwiches...but when I am in the field I can't be Suzy homemaker.
I am trying really hard not to let our financial woes stress me out. But the time of both of us staying home to work the farm is coming to an end. We either have to flip a coin to see who gets a job or sell up and retire. Big changes are looming
August 11, 2012
GRRRRrrrrrrrr
yesterday was just one of those days where no matter what you do something or everything is going to go wrong. This new baler we bought a couple of years ago is going to drive me insane. Every time I go to use it, some part falls off the damned thing. God forbid we would ever be organized enough to have checked it all over during the winter and repaired what needs to be fixed and checked everything for tightness. I have owned two other balers in my life (of a different make, New Holland) this baler is a knock off CaseIH baler made to New Holland specs....yaaaaaa right.... everything about them is lighter and flimsier. Just got one big issue fixed with it to the tune of $750. go out and bale three bales of hay and whoops, part of the pick up falls off, the weld broke and there ya go...we limped through to finish last night...Robt has removed the remainder of the broken piece and we will try to finish the hay that's down with it like this....makes me very nervous though....
Last night I had to get out of the tractor and fix twine tying issues over 30 times...towards the end Rbt was looking fearful that I would do something crazy....like LIGHT IT ON FIRE.... I couldn't have done that...I didn't have any matches...
This rogue mule buck has taken up residency in our yard...he spends his days trying to beat the heat by hiding in one or other of the machine sheds...and at night my yard is a veritable smorgasbord of shrubbery. why leave....my theory is that the mosquito's are slightly less numerous in the yard where the grass is shorter than they are further out in nature....but my God, are they vicious....
Swarms of them, thousands at a time...attack when I go to the garden or when I get out of the tractor...there is a can of bug dope in every vehicle and machine on the place... horrendous....thank god for dragon flies...
Last night I had to get out of the tractor and fix twine tying issues over 30 times...towards the end Rbt was looking fearful that I would do something crazy....like LIGHT IT ON FIRE.... I couldn't have done that...I didn't have any matches...
This rogue mule buck has taken up residency in our yard...he spends his days trying to beat the heat by hiding in one or other of the machine sheds...and at night my yard is a veritable smorgasbord of shrubbery. why leave....my theory is that the mosquito's are slightly less numerous in the yard where the grass is shorter than they are further out in nature....but my God, are they vicious....
Swarms of them, thousands at a time...attack when I go to the garden or when I get out of the tractor...there is a can of bug dope in every vehicle and machine on the place... horrendous....thank god for dragon flies...
August 2, 2012
Another notch on the stick of life
I have been busy mowing the lawn every three days since it rained and gave it a new lease on life. I have also been cutting more hay down and the other day was given quite a shock when I was beetling down the field, my mind in auto pilot when a huge mule deer buck with his velveteen antlers lept up a dozen feet in front of the tractor where he had been laying in the tall hay, and streaked across the field to the nearest trees. Man were his antlers big. That got the old blood system gushing...I never did get back into auto mode...I kept waiting for something else to appear in my path.
The humidity here this year is awful, we don't normally suffer with too much humidity. Send it back to Ontario is my vote...
Watching the Olympics a bit, I mean what options do we have they are on everything. I especially enjoy the rowing and diving...and love, love, love equestrian but haven't seen one competition yet...
Today is a lovely coolish day with a nice wind, my kind of day... I hate it when it gets too hot. I am having trouble keeping up to the hummingbirds, with filling the feeders, wow do we have loads of them this year.
Robt got my pond running again, whoopee. I have to go start dinner now...first hot meal in a couple of day and I am looking forward to it.
July 21, 2012
La Dee Da Dee Da Dee Da
Been awhile I know, but that only means I have a lot more to write about.
Had a native lady (and I use the term loosely) drive in the yard chauffeuring her brother around the country. They had come out our way to see the quarter of land he used to own... and they remembered Robt's parents as being kindly to him (basically he took them for stooges and used their equipment for free).
They came just after supper time...and she was the rudest most obnoxious person I have met in ages... maybe ever. She kept asking me to give her stuff, she wanted one of my benches...her reasoning was, since I had two I could give her one...then she wanted me to make her some chairs for her patio table...then she asked me for cuttings from nearly every plant in the yard...and they both asked if we had vegetables from the garden yet...they would love to have some lettuce....and finally she harassed Robt about giving her his grandfathers stool that he used to sit on in his work shop in Edmonton. It's a hundred years old and partially broken, it sits out under the covered part of the deck with a planter on it. She wanted it, it's broken she says you can't sit on it...you should give it to me...and Robt kept saying no but she wouldn't drop it. She insulted our dogs...in front of us, saying they were gross and lumpy and that we should get rid of them and get a new one... we gave them tea and cake on the deck...(thank God Robt never invited them inside) when they finally left...she sarcastically said in a Soto voice, THANKS FOR YOUR HOSPITALITY. After they drove out of the yard...I went inside and said to Robt..." does it make me a bad person if I have the over whelming urge to lock the doors and check my pockets...." . Not so oddly, he had the same feeling. We kept the gates to our yard locked for over a week. It was a pain in the ass but it made us feel somewhat more in control. Geesh, the nerve of some people....
Robt had a bad day last week...we had just bought some windshield wipers for our dodge Dakota farm truck and he went to the garage to replace the old ones...lifting the wiper arm away from the windshield, it is suppose to stay in place when it is brought perpendicular to the window....but after removing the old wiper , the arm snapped back into position against the glass and since there was no wiper part, just the metal bracket it snaps into....it broke the windshield...in a surprisingly spectacular way....and it is spidering out in a hundred different directions....Oh Dear.... Robt was in shock at it happening...and when he first came outside to tell me I didn't believe him...but when I saw for myself the damage....Damn....why does this shit always happen to us....hahahahaha Cost of a new windshield was not as much as we at first imagined it would be but 255. + install is bad enough...
Robt has had a head cold the past few days... and we had to cancel a dinner invitation because he was so poorly. I don't know what it is about men when they get sick...they act like little babies... Mine, just goes useless like a limp dish rag...he just sleeps, and heaves big sighs...moans and groans...and won't bother eating unless I make him soup and butter his crackers.
Oddly though when I get sick I still have to do the cooking, and I don't get time to lay in bed all day in peace, he's coming in and out of the house, asking where this or that is or using the phone and getting people on the other end to phone him back with parts numbers or prices and then leaves the house so that I have to answer the damned thing or at the least be woke up by the ringing.
When he was sick, I either quietly read in another room, or went outside to work and leave him in peace....
He was getting up during the night to blow his nose or cough up phlegm...and turns the overhead light on in the bedroom, runs the water in the en suite, opening and closing drawers and slamming the fridge door...and walking in his usual heavy way...waking me up at 3 am , then he falls back to sleep in a Tylenol stupor and I am awake the rest of night... By the third night the Murphy bed was looking pretty inviting...
So Friday night we had a dinner invitation with our friends who are about to leave on a 5 week road trip to Ontario to visit family, and I was looking forward to getting out and visiting with some one besides Robt after three weeks of near solitude. But at noon Friday he comes wandering into the house all tuckered out and limp again, says hes not feeling so great again and thinks we should cancel....What can I say....if he's sick he's sick...I was disappointed but shit happens right....
He calls and makes his apologies...for us not coming that evening...we had lunch then and after wards I expected him to go lay down for a rest...but he surprised me by saying he was going to go cutting hay...and he did...until 11 pm... so apparently he wasn't as sick as I was lead to believe...or he had a miraculous recovery over lunch.. Today it's raining cats and dogs and he wanted to go to his brothers...but I mentioned that he was still contagious and it wouldn't be good to go around spreading his germs... so we stayed home...
Really, do I look as stupid as he seems to think I am.
enough said....
I know you are all shocked right, my Robt, he's such a nice, kind, gentle guy...HA I will quote the old adage about a mile, and my shoes...
Had a native lady (and I use the term loosely) drive in the yard chauffeuring her brother around the country. They had come out our way to see the quarter of land he used to own... and they remembered Robt's parents as being kindly to him (basically he took them for stooges and used their equipment for free).
They came just after supper time...and she was the rudest most obnoxious person I have met in ages... maybe ever. She kept asking me to give her stuff, she wanted one of my benches...her reasoning was, since I had two I could give her one...then she wanted me to make her some chairs for her patio table...then she asked me for cuttings from nearly every plant in the yard...and they both asked if we had vegetables from the garden yet...they would love to have some lettuce....and finally she harassed Robt about giving her his grandfathers stool that he used to sit on in his work shop in Edmonton. It's a hundred years old and partially broken, it sits out under the covered part of the deck with a planter on it. She wanted it, it's broken she says you can't sit on it...you should give it to me...and Robt kept saying no but she wouldn't drop it. She insulted our dogs...in front of us, saying they were gross and lumpy and that we should get rid of them and get a new one... we gave them tea and cake on the deck...(thank God Robt never invited them inside) when they finally left...she sarcastically said in a Soto voice, THANKS FOR YOUR HOSPITALITY. After they drove out of the yard...I went inside and said to Robt..." does it make me a bad person if I have the over whelming urge to lock the doors and check my pockets...." . Not so oddly, he had the same feeling. We kept the gates to our yard locked for over a week. It was a pain in the ass but it made us feel somewhat more in control. Geesh, the nerve of some people....
Robt had a bad day last week...we had just bought some windshield wipers for our dodge Dakota farm truck and he went to the garage to replace the old ones...lifting the wiper arm away from the windshield, it is suppose to stay in place when it is brought perpendicular to the window....but after removing the old wiper , the arm snapped back into position against the glass and since there was no wiper part, just the metal bracket it snaps into....it broke the windshield...in a surprisingly spectacular way....and it is spidering out in a hundred different directions....Oh Dear.... Robt was in shock at it happening...and when he first came outside to tell me I didn't believe him...but when I saw for myself the damage....Damn....why does this shit always happen to us....hahahahaha Cost of a new windshield was not as much as we at first imagined it would be but 255. + install is bad enough...
Robt has had a head cold the past few days... and we had to cancel a dinner invitation because he was so poorly. I don't know what it is about men when they get sick...they act like little babies... Mine, just goes useless like a limp dish rag...he just sleeps, and heaves big sighs...moans and groans...and won't bother eating unless I make him soup and butter his crackers.
Oddly though when I get sick I still have to do the cooking, and I don't get time to lay in bed all day in peace, he's coming in and out of the house, asking where this or that is or using the phone and getting people on the other end to phone him back with parts numbers or prices and then leaves the house so that I have to answer the damned thing or at the least be woke up by the ringing.
When he was sick, I either quietly read in another room, or went outside to work and leave him in peace....
He was getting up during the night to blow his nose or cough up phlegm...and turns the overhead light on in the bedroom, runs the water in the en suite, opening and closing drawers and slamming the fridge door...and walking in his usual heavy way...waking me up at 3 am , then he falls back to sleep in a Tylenol stupor and I am awake the rest of night... By the third night the Murphy bed was looking pretty inviting...
So Friday night we had a dinner invitation with our friends who are about to leave on a 5 week road trip to Ontario to visit family, and I was looking forward to getting out and visiting with some one besides Robt after three weeks of near solitude. But at noon Friday he comes wandering into the house all tuckered out and limp again, says hes not feeling so great again and thinks we should cancel....What can I say....if he's sick he's sick...I was disappointed but shit happens right....
He calls and makes his apologies...for us not coming that evening...we had lunch then and after wards I expected him to go lay down for a rest...but he surprised me by saying he was going to go cutting hay...and he did...until 11 pm... so apparently he wasn't as sick as I was lead to believe...or he had a miraculous recovery over lunch.. Today it's raining cats and dogs and he wanted to go to his brothers...but I mentioned that he was still contagious and it wouldn't be good to go around spreading his germs... so we stayed home...
Really, do I look as stupid as he seems to think I am.
enough said....
I know you are all shocked right, my Robt, he's such a nice, kind, gentle guy...HA I will quote the old adage about a mile, and my shoes...
June 25, 2012
Well Howdy, I know, I know it's been forever since I wrote something down on here...I have no excuse other than life gets in the way.
Now that Robt has realized I am not going to die tomorrow after all he is back to working me like a slave. While he was doing the last of his spring seeding last week I was given the task of taking down an old barbed wire fence that has been standing or a better descriptive would be, not standing, since the 1940's. no kidding. Old twisted tamarack posts and weird old kinds of barbed wire...rusted and repaired again and again. Ant hills galore...red ants to be more specific...nasty angry little red bastards...the first day I was bitten three times, the second day only once....lessons not wasted on me, you can see. Rule # 1 - don't hang on to the post too long....
Rule # 2 - don't stand in one place too long.
Rule # 3 - tuck your pants into your socks.
I had to wear a pair of Robts heavy leather gloves to protect my hands from the barbs on the wire....Robt insisted... and I got a huge blister the first day from the gloves seam rubbing on my thumb...
First I had to remove the staple from the first wire...which entails walking along the fence for a 1/4 mile pulling out staples, some of which, seemed like they had been there since the time of moses...while carrying a pail to put the staples into once I got them out of the tamarack posts...hahahaha easy enough to begin with but by the time I was on the last wire the pail was getting pretty heavy...once the staple were removed from that first wire I could unwind it from the last post and start rolling it up...the first one I made the circle too small and had to hold the roll up for the whole 1/4 mile...it got fricking heavy, necessity being the mother of invention, but I think laziness was actually the real reason, I started the next wire in a much bigger circle and then after I got it going a few dozen feet I could sit it on the ground and without bending over too much could just roll it along while winding up the strung out wire...I had to do that four different times until the wire was all rolled up...then I could take the tractor and with a chain on the loader, could attach it to each post and pull them out one at a time... 173 posts were pulled out....then I got to load the wire into the truck and take it to the dump for recycling...and the posts we both loaded into our old truck and hauled them home to pile them on a garbage wood pile which we will burn this winter....
This fence has been an eye sore for years and the field looks so much better with it gone...Robt plowed up the spot and seeded it down...even the neighbour said how much better it looked and was impressed that we worked so hard on a shitty chore.....
We had a couple of rainy day a while ago and I managed to finish my painting from January.
I have to admit I am luke warm about this one...it is based on a sketch I drew during the winter while waiting for Robt in the barn. The sketch is based on our own Dry Lake just south of the house...that last summer with all the rain, had water in it for the first time in ten years... I had problems with the stormy looking sky...but managed to turn it around and drag it up to respectable, just....
I am going to start another painting soon...and am not building furniture right now...just busy driving tractor and fencing...soon haying will start.
Ayla Graduated last month and looks spectacular in her gown...we are so proud.
Now that Robt has realized I am not going to die tomorrow after all he is back to working me like a slave. While he was doing the last of his spring seeding last week I was given the task of taking down an old barbed wire fence that has been standing or a better descriptive would be, not standing, since the 1940's. no kidding. Old twisted tamarack posts and weird old kinds of barbed wire...rusted and repaired again and again. Ant hills galore...red ants to be more specific...nasty angry little red bastards...the first day I was bitten three times, the second day only once....lessons not wasted on me, you can see. Rule # 1 - don't hang on to the post too long....
Rule # 2 - don't stand in one place too long.
Rule # 3 - tuck your pants into your socks.
I had to wear a pair of Robts heavy leather gloves to protect my hands from the barbs on the wire....Robt insisted... and I got a huge blister the first day from the gloves seam rubbing on my thumb...
First I had to remove the staple from the first wire...which entails walking along the fence for a 1/4 mile pulling out staples, some of which, seemed like they had been there since the time of moses...while carrying a pail to put the staples into once I got them out of the tamarack posts...hahahaha easy enough to begin with but by the time I was on the last wire the pail was getting pretty heavy...once the staple were removed from that first wire I could unwind it from the last post and start rolling it up...the first one I made the circle too small and had to hold the roll up for the whole 1/4 mile...it got fricking heavy, necessity being the mother of invention, but I think laziness was actually the real reason, I started the next wire in a much bigger circle and then after I got it going a few dozen feet I could sit it on the ground and without bending over too much could just roll it along while winding up the strung out wire...I had to do that four different times until the wire was all rolled up...then I could take the tractor and with a chain on the loader, could attach it to each post and pull them out one at a time... 173 posts were pulled out....then I got to load the wire into the truck and take it to the dump for recycling...and the posts we both loaded into our old truck and hauled them home to pile them on a garbage wood pile which we will burn this winter....
This fence has been an eye sore for years and the field looks so much better with it gone...Robt plowed up the spot and seeded it down...even the neighbour said how much better it looked and was impressed that we worked so hard on a shitty chore.....
We had a couple of rainy day a while ago and I managed to finish my painting from January.
I am going to start another painting soon...and am not building furniture right now...just busy driving tractor and fencing...soon haying will start.
Ayla Graduated last month and looks spectacular in her gown...we are so proud.
May 16, 2012
No half measures
The first posting for a while that I don't have a new piece of furniture to brag about. I have taken a break from carpentry, mostly because my hands were getting to crippled and Robt put his foot down...about taking so many ibprofen...It was getting a bit ridiculous. So a break, let my fingers straighten out and work again and we'll see.
I am working my way through a very, very long list of chores around the yard I need to do...I make myself these lists to help me focus and prioritise...anal I know but it works for me...so I go down the list and by the time the snow flies I have about 2/3's done. not bad. I notice I am slowing down, no more super woman stunts..unless you want to count the perfect 10 point dive I took out of the behemoth tractor yesterday....I climbed into this big boy around 2 pm yesterday and bounced and chattered my way across a 40 acre field in two directions until about 9 pm... the cab of this tractor is about 15 feet off the ground and age has the better of it. the seat is shot and bounces up and down like a one of those Bogey cars the pimps drive around Harlem...my feet barely touch the ground and I have to stretch one leg out to the bar on the door to brace myself and avoid concussion when my head bounces off the sides of the cab...not even kidding. Going in one direction on the stubble field is okay, smooth...but then you turn and go across that swath to completely break up the soil...it's that direction that just kills me...
The air conditioner does NOT work and it was 26 degrees here yesterday....there is a window that opens but it just sucks dirt inside...I drank water like a lunatic but never once had to climb out and pee...so the heat was good for something....because I don't know if I could have gotten back in after getting down. Needless to say by around 7 pm I was making deals with the devil, God, you name it....to just let me hang on long enough to finish.... the worst part was I could see Robt, leisurely walking around the barn yard feeding grain etc.....and I wanted to throttle him.... I feel he sometimes takes advantage....and he argues, that I could have quit anytime....
Oh, he doesn't really know me even after 19 years of married life...I never quit half way through anything. It is why I am so desperate to get off the farm...I know that as long as we stay here I will be working my ass off. I tried to do very little the first couple years I was supposedly sick and the whole place went to rack and ruin....He admits he can't do it on his own and we don't make enough money to pay someone a wage. so there it is....
any way I digress, when I went to finally get out of this chamber of torture...my knees were so weak and sore...my neck was paralyzed and I was in a foul mood.....I stepped out onto the top rung of the ladder, which is perforated ,my shoe caught on the roughness and I lost my balance, leaned against the handle grip of the door and its gargantuan weight swung me out with the door and off the steps completely...I ricocheted off the 7 ft tall dual tires and landed on the ground on my right butt cheek and elbow....I was laughing so hard I couldn't cry...I did that this morning when I went to get out of bed and couldn't move...hahahahah no tractor work for me today...and I managed to put a believable enough pouty face on to con Rbt. into helping me plant my baby spruce trees since it was a cooler cloudy day....
I have to go nurse my pasta sauce and start the spaghetti to boil...whip up a salad and eat....
I am working my way through a very, very long list of chores around the yard I need to do...I make myself these lists to help me focus and prioritise...anal I know but it works for me...so I go down the list and by the time the snow flies I have about 2/3's done. not bad. I notice I am slowing down, no more super woman stunts..unless you want to count the perfect 10 point dive I took out of the behemoth tractor yesterday....I climbed into this big boy around 2 pm yesterday and bounced and chattered my way across a 40 acre field in two directions until about 9 pm... the cab of this tractor is about 15 feet off the ground and age has the better of it. the seat is shot and bounces up and down like a one of those Bogey cars the pimps drive around Harlem...my feet barely touch the ground and I have to stretch one leg out to the bar on the door to brace myself and avoid concussion when my head bounces off the sides of the cab...not even kidding. Going in one direction on the stubble field is okay, smooth...but then you turn and go across that swath to completely break up the soil...it's that direction that just kills me...
The air conditioner does NOT work and it was 26 degrees here yesterday....there is a window that opens but it just sucks dirt inside...I drank water like a lunatic but never once had to climb out and pee...so the heat was good for something....because I don't know if I could have gotten back in after getting down. Needless to say by around 7 pm I was making deals with the devil, God, you name it....to just let me hang on long enough to finish.... the worst part was I could see Robt, leisurely walking around the barn yard feeding grain etc.....and I wanted to throttle him.... I feel he sometimes takes advantage....and he argues, that I could have quit anytime....
Oh, he doesn't really know me even after 19 years of married life...I never quit half way through anything. It is why I am so desperate to get off the farm...I know that as long as we stay here I will be working my ass off. I tried to do very little the first couple years I was supposedly sick and the whole place went to rack and ruin....He admits he can't do it on his own and we don't make enough money to pay someone a wage. so there it is....
any way I digress, when I went to finally get out of this chamber of torture...my knees were so weak and sore...my neck was paralyzed and I was in a foul mood.....I stepped out onto the top rung of the ladder, which is perforated ,my shoe caught on the roughness and I lost my balance, leaned against the handle grip of the door and its gargantuan weight swung me out with the door and off the steps completely...I ricocheted off the 7 ft tall dual tires and landed on the ground on my right butt cheek and elbow....I was laughing so hard I couldn't cry...I did that this morning when I went to get out of bed and couldn't move...hahahahah no tractor work for me today...and I managed to put a believable enough pouty face on to con Rbt. into helping me plant my baby spruce trees since it was a cooler cloudy day....
I have to go nurse my pasta sauce and start the spaghetti to boil...whip up a salad and eat....
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