The big bad deer decides to stare at me while working.......
It wasn't too bad, but have to admit by then I was having a hard time being pleasant. The boys soon ran off to start evening chores and after awhile I put the head back in water to cook some more and went to help boys with chores. Hey, why don't I run the manure gutter for Dave, that way he does not have to do that when he gets home from work? I know I can handle that! So I run the gutter and decide that I can spread the manure as well. So off I drive to the back field and just know that I can figure it all out, for afterall, I did it once before. Well.........ummmmm.........it wasn't working, or should I say, I didn't get it. I was able to empty all the liquid part, but why, oh, why did not the solids come out. Well, I'll just have to drive back to the farm and tell Dave, who arrived home by now. He takes one look at it and informs me that I jammed it! I can imagine his thoughts towards me right then. It was dark, the tractor does not have lights, he was tired from working all day, but that manure HAS to come out. So, he drives that tractor and I drive the small JD with lights back to the field and he works and works and works at getting the jammed straw-y manure out of the spreader. I felt like a loser, even though he did not call me one. Finally! he got it and back to the barn we went to help finish up chores. The bright spot is that when I got into the house, Uriah and Oliver had folded all the laundry! And they made hotdogs for supper. Don't know what I would do without them!
I am alway saying that trials and hardships create character, but while escorting the jammed manure spreader, I was seriously wondering what good character building lesson could I learn from this? Anyway, we had a good laugh about our day while relaying it to Solomon and Dave said he should buy me a t-shirt that says "hiring you is like losing 2 good men". Oh, he's too funny! And he is extremely patient and we are still in love! That makes this day just dandy!
Until next time. . . . . . . .