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A day on the Farm

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A day on the Farm

 
     Saturday, August 20, 2016.
 
     My son-in -law and I had big plans for the day. We were going to get a lot accomplished and check off several "to do" items. I had an early Gideon meeting at the "Barrel" but planned to be home by 8 AM. I made it home by 8:07 so I was close to being on schedule.
     Chris drove up in the tractor at 8:15. We planned out our morning and departed for the Lowes store to purchase six bags of cement. Our big goal today was to get started on the "loafing shed" for our cattle we jointly own. We have talked about this project since early spring. But with the heat and humidity of summer, it was easy to suggest we start another day. Today would be that day.
     First we would take the three telephone poles we have owned for more than ten years and cut them to proper length for the six posts we would need for this pole construction. The poles would be eleven and twelve feet long. After cutting them with a chain saw, we moved them to the construction site. No easy task as the poles each weighed in excess of three hundred pounds. But the front end loader and log chain worked nicely for this part of the project.
     By now it was lunch time. We took a break and ate Carisses' famous burgers that my daughter had picked up for all of us.
     After lunch we attached the auger to the tractor. We discovered a part on this tool was broken. So this required a quick drive to the local Tractor Supply dealer. (Never begin a project such as this without a full tank of gas!) We got the part and the auger worked fine.
     We dug and set two poles in rather quick fashion. We dug the third hole and were in the process of setting it when our day came to a halt! The sky opened up and poured rain upon us. We made our way to the barn. But by that time we both were soaked. We agreed we would finish this pole setting on Monday. We agreed to call it a day.
     Chris drove the truck home and I proceeded to take off my now wet and muddy clothes. Every part of my dress was soaked. It was a fine excuse to get cleaned up and settle in the recliner for a thirty minute siesta. Oops I mean 90 minute nap! 
     I was brought back from dreamland by the sound of my wife's cell phone. Our daughter invited us to meet them for dinner at the Cracker Barrel. It was a perfect ending to a good day abbreviated by an afternoon cloudburst. The grandchildren were well behaved and the service was above average. My food was good and there were no dishes to wash by us.
     Before saying goodnight, the grandchildren wanted us to tour the toy area of the store.I caught my grandson riding a hobbyhorse that was on display. The attached photo of him riding full speed! It was a good day here on the farm. My only question is whether my aching muscles will agree tomorrow about how good the day truly was.
 

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