Friday, July 12, 2013
7-13-2013 Hey, hey, hay
Miss Frieda remains in the horsepistol. Three Doctors have said she can go (come) home. Two Doctors said had said no. So, it looks like she’ll be kept medical institutionalized incarcerated for at least two more days before she’s paroled. I missed seeing her last night upon cramps, Charley horses, and my right knee going out. Cooped up in her hostile room such as she’s been she’s fretting I don’t miss her. Hey, enough is enough, there’s genuine farm work needing done!
The last twenty straight days rains having finally stopped we are nonstop haying to try and bring in (up) a needed winter feed crop. It’s a cutting today baling tomorrow routing, with a cut and bale everyday as long as this weather holds.. In spite dry weather and loads sunshine the tractors, their mowers and balers are still daily treading water. As wet as the earth is we’re bale wrapping everything. Nothing’s looking like it’s going to dry in any reasonable time.
Had a few squeezed in couple hours a couple days ago. Neighbor hearing I was wanting a hand brake handle for my Dumpy truck project let me know he had one if I wanted it, but I had to take it off his junker that day. Once we got into it he also let me have an old gear hydraulic pump as well. Well, At least Dumpy’s needed parts procurement continues on.
Doc George, gone away for a few days, called today inquiring about his Miss Frieda patient. Surprised to hear she’s back in hospital he’s promised to make a few calls and find out what’s going on with her? I had also reported my last knee’s unstable condition. Looks like I may be needing another brace shortly. I’m glad I’ve only got two of them to deal with.
SunShine & MoonBright
Fernan
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
2-1-2011 Sum Facts of Life
“A reprimand……without it…..I would be disappointed,” he‘d said.
I red this and so help me I hollered at Frieda to listen to me read Jozepee’s personally pointed rant. With all do respect I all but ROFLMAO. I couldn’t help myself. There is a very old adage. “Laughter is the best healer.” You must take my word for it. You’ve made my getting off my dead ass today a lot easier. Sorry about this old friend (if not in longevity, be it in our personally combined ages). Answering you I found myself near writing a three page explanation (upon my computer screen).
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“Please to……red me”
It seems I must explain my inability to command the help of so many loco friends, or should that be local; no, I had it right the first time, “loco.” I must explain I’ve got around me in my midst two kinds of volunteers, and may they be heaven blessed for knowing no better than to ever be in the position to be seen with me.
One group, are people with lives, duties, and responsibilities they are truthfully to busy to help me (us, as I must include my brother, for we are a truthful couple (mob) severely caped handicappers). First of all nothing is really done without a trade. I’ll explain it this way. One idiot, His wife will know who they are, he works 16 hrs on 8 hrs off. He’s no time for us but he’s done 2 things for us. He misses seeing us or things moved for obvious activity he checks on us. There’s been times when he was the only person available he gave up his time and sleep to help us out of a sticky situation. Others like himself are neighboring farmers, knowing the value of an extra hand now and then. Again we trade, those trades going so far as if we’ve something we can’t use, we rent to the other nothing down nothing a month to own.
The second group are individuals liken our-selves’ so handicapped they shouldn’t be doing what they do. I think most these folks come around to be entertained, and when we can grasp them one way or another we use their talents as far as comfortably safe and just helpful, they needing their rests and personal life responsibilities taken care of. Seasonally, most these folk their help is invaluable when it comes to their merely healthful ability to do no more than drive a tractor harvesting to bring in a crop, running the ladies home or through the chutes. All these people aren’t in much better shape than I am, worse a couple of them so, I may not take their help beyond their physical bounds. We’ve one neighbor keeping an eye on the ladies, the moment he sees them out wandering about, he’ll approach them and worry them back home where they belong. Another I daren’t call on him but for a sitting or lazy approach to a fixing or a welding what I can no longer see. Still another gives me a hand when his shop is empty, (dead of winter) his dull season, his shop his second self employment job. And other’s, it’s is important we all know the limitations, ours and theirs. Quite honestly some of these people are purely bored and this farm, an around the clock busy enterprise, most these guys are looking for something to do they needn’t pay for. Some have suggested as busy as it periodically around here: tractors running the fields, livestock running our husbandry responsibilities; this place is a Disneyland. So busy children from up and down the road are often visitors to either see what’s going on or just plainly enjoy the animals. Often time they’re where they may see a life’s beginning, growing, or another one ending. It’s sex education upon the hoof. Around this place there’s a good laugh just the other side the next fence post. Often times it is a zoo requiring an extra bit of attention to keep it running smoothly.
I must stress we’ve many more unsung friends, and volunteers, some of them helping us for exclusive hunting rights our fields and wood lots sharing the sets and stands.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
I red this and so help me I hollered at Frieda to listen to me read Jozepee’s personally pointed rant. With all do respect I all but ROFLMAO. I couldn’t help myself. There is a very old adage. “Laughter is the best healer.” You must take my word for it. You’ve made my getting off my dead ass today a lot easier. Sorry about this old friend (if not in longevity, be it in our personally combined ages). Answering you I found myself near writing a three page explanation (upon my computer screen).
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Please to……red me”
It seems I must explain my inability to command the help of so many loco friends, or should that be local; no, I had it right the first time, “loco.” I must explain I’ve got around me in my midst two kinds of volunteers, and may they be heaven blessed for knowing no better than to ever be in the position to be seen with me.
One group, are people with lives, duties, and responsibilities they are truthfully to busy to help me (us, as I must include my brother, for we are a truthful couple (mob) severely caped handicappers). First of all nothing is really done without a trade. I’ll explain it this way. One idiot, His wife will know who they are, he works 16 hrs on 8 hrs off. He’s no time for us but he’s done 2 things for us. He misses seeing us or things moved for obvious activity he checks on us. There’s been times when he was the only person available he gave up his time and sleep to help us out of a sticky situation. Others like himself are neighboring farmers, knowing the value of an extra hand now and then. Again we trade, those trades going so far as if we’ve something we can’t use, we rent to the other nothing down nothing a month to own.
The second group are individuals liken our-selves’ so handicapped they shouldn’t be doing what they do. I think most these folks come around to be entertained, and when we can grasp them one way or another we use their talents as far as comfortably safe and just helpful, they needing their rests and personal life responsibilities taken care of. Seasonally, most these folk their help is invaluable when it comes to their merely healthful ability to do no more than drive a tractor harvesting to bring in a crop, running the ladies home or through the chutes. All these people aren’t in much better shape than I am, worse a couple of them so, I may not take their help beyond their physical bounds. We’ve one neighbor keeping an eye on the ladies, the moment he sees them out wandering about, he’ll approach them and worry them back home where they belong. Another I daren’t call on him but for a sitting or lazy approach to a fixing or a welding what I can no longer see. Still another gives me a hand when his shop is empty, (dead of winter) his dull season, his shop his second self employment job. And other’s, it’s is important we all know the limitations, ours and theirs. Quite honestly some of these people are purely bored and this farm, an around the clock busy enterprise, most these guys are looking for something to do they needn’t pay for. Some have suggested as busy as it periodically around here: tractors running the fields, livestock running our husbandry responsibilities; this place is a Disneyland. So busy children from up and down the road are often visitors to either see what’s going on or just plainly enjoy the animals. Often time they’re where they may see a life’s beginning, growing, or another one ending. It’s sex education upon the hoof. Around this place there’s a good laugh just the other side the next fence post. Often times it is a zoo requiring an extra bit of attention to keep it running smoothly.
I must stress we’ve many more unsung friends, and volunteers, some of them helping us for exclusive hunting rights our fields and wood lots sharing the sets and stands.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
I finally got away from this farm
I took some photos. Can’t put them on the net. When I try to put them here they’s cut in half. When I tried to start photo album and they’s cut half off again. So Pizz on them and m-boards.
Other than that I had a great day. I got to go to the farm exp show in Lansing today. I’m home and fed plus just as tired as if I had actually worked all day.
On a more somber note I was stopped by what I’d describe as a lesser edumacated gentleman than myself. Coming to a stop he steps up and asks me, “Aren’t you afraid your riding this thing (Cushman) it’ll make Rudolf Jealous?” It was alright to have asked the question, for I took him was a properly bred gentleman, to have inquired upon my social standing upon the North Pole. I however did see a number of pretty dears. I’d nothing more than to have liked bringing any one of them home with me, let alone all eight, only Herr Clink would have had me immediately taking her (them) right back where I had found her (them). There’s just some day’s I just can’t get ahead even in my imagination. BGKC.
Fernan
Other than that I had a great day. I got to go to the farm exp show in Lansing today. I’m home and fed plus just as tired as if I had actually worked all day.
On a more somber note I was stopped by what I’d describe as a lesser edumacated gentleman than myself. Coming to a stop he steps up and asks me, “Aren’t you afraid your riding this thing (Cushman) it’ll make Rudolf Jealous?” It was alright to have asked the question, for I took him was a properly bred gentleman, to have inquired upon my social standing upon the North Pole. I however did see a number of pretty dears. I’d nothing more than to have liked bringing any one of them home with me, let alone all eight, only Herr Clink would have had me immediately taking her (them) right back where I had found her (them). There’s just some day’s I just can’t get ahead even in my imagination. BGKC.
Fernan
It was a well needed fun day
Finally got off the farm to lansing to take in the 2009 Farm Expo. Dealers and manufactures gather there three days each year to diplay and show off their wares.
I took some photos. Can’t put them on the net. When I try to put them here they’s cut in half. When I tried to start new photo album and they’s cut half off again. So Pizz on them and m-boards.
Other than that, I had a great day. I’m home, fed and just as tired as if I had actually worked all day. BGKC.
Fernan
I took some photos. Can’t put them on the net. When I try to put them here they’s cut in half. When I tried to start new photo album and they’s cut half off again. So Pizz on them and m-boards.
Other than that, I had a great day. I’m home, fed and just as tired as if I had actually worked all day. BGKC.
Fernan
Tractor pictures taken in my travels today
7-22-o9 Some photos old tractors
New phony "N" Ford tractor
1938 General (I think).
These guys were involved in a tractor pull.
A “Custom” tractor
The back sides of some tractors I we passed driving in.
More old enough trsactors
I didn’t spend much time looking at old tractor. I went looking for ideas that help me work more efficiently. I feel like it I’ll add some more pictures tomorrow.
Fernan
New phony "N" Ford tractor
1938 General (I think).
These guys were involved in a tractor pull.
A “Custom” tractor
The back sides of some tractors I we passed driving in.
More old enough trsactors
I didn’t spend much time looking at old tractor. I went looking for ideas that help me work more efficiently. I feel like it I’ll add some more pictures tomorrow.
Fernan
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