Blessed am I with keen mind, extraordinary wit, a relative low mileage truck and a good memory for places I’ve been several tens of times.
I had to return sixty odd miles one way to ‘return’ the hose I picked up Saturday. Oh, it would have worked, without a doubt. It’s just that I picked up two inch stuff when the pump is rigged for inch and a half.
I love it when I’m so completely competent. Simply love it.
Anyhow, I was able to pick up a couple of washers for the garden hose to repay the neighbor for the ‘loan’ Sunday. And a few spares. The ruddy things were a buck apiece – I need those ‘Bots to start paying off in real money.
The well isn’t dry.
I’m down twenty-four feet and once I got it assembled, it produced water. The neighbor is laughing at me and suggests I get a rope and piece of iron and drop it down the well, then measure it.
Which makes sense, of course, but he over looks the fact I’ve already done that and don’t mention the fact my summer guests are Renters. That means Renter will keep the calves on my grass until one of two things happen: The grass turns bad; or the well runs out of water.
You see? With the shorter hose I can judge the well water to last as long as “I” wish to care for the calves, not as long as Renter might care in his own time. It is also true I don’t have to come up with polite, but untrue, ways of having him remove the calves.
The grass thing is critical, especially this year. No rain. The grass is so dry that small bails of hay (when you can find farmers willing to sell) are retailing for six bucks a bail. That’s pretty steep for ninety pound bails.
It’s a little better by the ton, but not much. The grass is so brittle it cracks like ice when you walk on it. I’m somewhat fortunate I have some low lying ground that still retains run-off moisture.
I have noticed that Renter has sold off all the cattle on the home place. Renters Son has kept his remaining preggers cows and calves (yup, Maven. The last four of the six delivered and all is well with them).
That’s enough for this entry. Tomorrow I get a rest and you’ll get another of those tall tales. This “a post a day challenge” is fun, but you run out of true things to talk about – well, almost, run out.
From the reaches,