Another day, another less than a dollar. They forecast rain for today, the winds continue to blow hard after a night of winds. No rain. Yet.
Over the past few days more, and more personalized, political phone calls and polls. Still not talking politics on the phone.
WordPress.com/news has sent around a letter explaining new apps for the voting minded and a certain incentive for voting. I’ll leave it to you to go to the link and read. I erased the eMail before thinking much about supporting the effort they are making.
I contacted a member of the BOG for the good Pastors church and explained my concerns via eMail. No response. As a matter of fact, none of the folks have been in sight range for the past week and a half.
So. I’ll let that take its natural course and wait on it.
Fixed two pieces of equipment for the tractor. One has been a long term project – about three years. A bush hog. I used the thing when I was cutting timber. Backed it into brush to clear a way into the trees, along the hedge lines. Dented the heavy metal shielding around the sides. Some what like the cutter deck of the lawn mower. The last chore was the paint job on the hog. Finished that this morning (Well, fore noon, anyhow).
The tiller shield required some looking after and, now, that’s done. Next shot at the equipment will be the lawn mower. Need to clean and prep it for winter storage. That’ll be a days project as I’ll need to sharpen and balance the blades as well as cleaning the filters and cleaning the nooks and crannies of the thing.
All leaves are gone, now, from the Walnut trees. The squirrels are busy gleaning the few remaining hanging fruit. I’ve raked once and used the mower to munch the nuts and leaves. I rake they into rows and run up and down the rows throwing mulched leaves and cracked Black Walnut pieces everywhere. Hell of a racket.
That takes away the squirrels winter haul I’m afraid, but I certainly get tires of turning ankles on the silly nuts tending the bird feeders in the winter.
So. The house is winter ready, the equipment is near finished, I’m mobile again and election day approaches – as does the organized annual handout to folks teaching their children to panhandle. Halloween.
I got some Hershey bars the other day. I’d thought of shotgun shells, but couldn’t determine any argument to convince a judge shooting the snot nosed creatures was all an accident. I let the idea go.
Maybe I can convince the parents through conversation in the various coffee klutches that opening the door for each little brat is wasting fossil fuel energy, like wasting cold opening the Fridge when the power is off.
I think, really, I’ll have a fat chance of convincing anyone of anything along those lines. In fact, knowing country folks, I’d probably get more visits – you know, just to show me?
From the reaches,