Happy I am to see rain.
Unhappy I an to mow the grass that loves the rain.
Renter teased me with a hint of calves again on his last visit. Belief is impossible through his actions. I suppose, if I really want livestock, I’ll get my own – although that is not the way I’ve set this up.
I have begun checking for various trees and berry bushes. That’s always been the falll back land use.
Tried to get gas at the Co-Op yesterday. Tried the automated pumps and after four tries succeeded. The problem was I filled a five gallon can for the mower and the pump indicated I’d drawn twenty gallons and charged my account sixty dollars.
That didn’t appear correct, so I drove the two miles to the office to lodge a complaint. I hate that business of lodging complaints.t
Feed truck took the middle of the paved road. The county has been trimming trees and placing the branches butt end on the edges of the road.
I gave the feed truck as much of the road as possible and the branches butts took out the plastic valance below the bbumper of my truck. Bailey will be along some day soon to tell me I need to replace the entire sub-assembly. I don’t mind working on the tractors and such, but would rather have a knowledgeable fellow messing with the truck and the lights.
And if one is wondering about the Renter, it’s simply a power game. He wants, and I don’t want a cash deal with him fixing the rent. I don’t need his cattle, and he doesn’t need my grass. It’s just trying to demonstrate to me how he and a couple of others will treat me.
No real problem because his operation has shrank and he is in good health. His father was always to large and in very bad health.
From the reaches,