Dis mornin’ I decidid it wuz time ta git du tracter grass cuttin’ reddy. First I had ta git disel fule.
The above sentence was fixed by Michael when I walked away from the computer, serves me right for leaving it up on the screen:-)
To open the over head barn door I have to flatten my hands against the door and push upwards. In theory that door should slide easily upward. Reality, the door sticks on the inside track and fights back. With a grunt I push upwards sending the door on its shaky flight up. I hesitate just in case it slipped back down on my head. It didn’t and I walked carefully into the barn.
Hey, it’s not as if that’d be a first time it slipped back down without me noticing.
The diesel five gallon plastic tank was sitting next to the still covered tractor. Last fall I had set the air tank behind the tractor after I filled the tires with air. Every year I say a prayer of thanks over those big tires that they are still connected and haven’t shredded. Every winter all four tires lose all their air and I have to refill them. They also need to be checked check constantly during the summer.
The empty plastic water jug was tipped over on the cutting platform. I didn’t see any oil or radiator fluid pooled anywhere under or around the tractor. There was a pile of dried grass along the right, along with a number of boxes I had tossed in that need to be burned. I looked up into the rafters; I couldn’t see the paper wasps, yet.
Just getting the tractor uncovered, oil checked and changed-Oops! Note to self, need to buy oil- The cutting bed will need oil along with the wheels and around the motor. All that will take me half a day to accomplish. First, I have to move all the stuff out of the way and sweep the floor, before I can even move the tractor an inch from where she has been sleeping all winter.
Crippled husbands suck… note to self, trade ‘im in for a younger, healthy model. (Michael added this part I left it in He’s feeling sorry for himself today.)
Uriah ran up to me when I was taking a couple of pictures. I thought he was being very friendly. But when I looked down he gave me a big doggy grin and bumped me again wiping his wet fur against my jeans. With the warmer air and the heavy winds, Uriah had gotten thirsty and warm, without asking he wandered off and took a dip in the pond. Nothing like the smell of toad water in a dusty barn!
I shooed Uriah outside and grabbed the diesel container. I left the door open. I hoped to at least clean around tractor today.
I buy the diesel at the truck stop with all the truckers. I use the first lane for smaller vehicles, but first I need to prepay inside, so I walk back and forth between the huge trucks. After having pumped the diesel I went back inside to get my change and receipt. I took my place at the end of the line. Truckers are very friendly people and soon everyone was laughing and talking about the tornados heading our way.
When it was my turn I asked about the price difference from their sign by the road, which read $3.21 to the price on the pump, $3.28. The lady behind the counter told me, that they took off seven cents per gallon if you pay cash. I pointed out that wasn’t posted on their sign. She just shrugged and handed me my change. What am I missing here?..
When I got back, I parked in front of the Barn and dragged out the diesel can. I had bought myself a candy bar at the truck stop and tossed it on the front seat. I grabbed it and tried to hide it from Uriah. That didn’t work ‘cause he’s a dog and all he does is sniff out things to eat -try not to think about it- and then eat those things, regardless of what said things are or where they’ve been. (Michael added this last sentence. He caught Uriah grazing in the cats litter boxes earlier today.)
I shared a small piece of the candy bar with Uriah. It made him happy.
I wasn’t able to clean up the tractor or the barn, because the winds shifted and the storm rolled in. And I mean rolled in! The clouds rolled out over head, low enough I thought I could touch them. The sky turned dark grey and rumbled, and flashed, as the winds tossed branches and leaves at us.
Uriah hates lighting and thunder! He can sense when a bad storm is coming and he would rather stand in the middle of the yard than come in the house. I don’t understand it, but catching him can be frustrating, especially when lightning is flashing overhead
This morning, the sun was shining bright in the blue, blue sky. White wispy clouds gently floated over head. I stood out near the barn and listened to the frogs singing. They sounded similar to a person whistling with a warble. Their pitch rose and fell as if they were singing a song and only they knew the words.
I contemplated opening the barn and trying again to clean up the tractor. Then I looked out over the sea of dandelions and tuffs of grass and decided this was just too pretty to cut:-)
At that moment a gentle breeze swirled over my head and Uriah spotted a rabbit and took off ..
