Seems like all I’ve done lately is dig ditches. And re-dig ditches. The past couple of days have been nicer, and other chores have been impatiently tapping their toes.
Ian’s tractor, for example. Its engine gave me some scary stumbles last time we were out – scary in that if it ever really breaks down there’s no force in the neighborhood that could tow it back home. Best guess was it got a slug of bad gas, so I’ve been trying to find and remove said naughty fuel. Things are coming out clear now. I let the engine run for an hour and it never bobbled. So, just to settle my mind since I’m the guy who has to drive it, I decided to take an hour this morning and drive it on the road to the Lair. It’s high on a ridge its whole length and gets no other traffic, so if something goes wrong and I have to leave the tractor there aren’t many better places.
The tractor is certified fixed! Not that I ever really found anything wrong with it. And that’s good timing. I’ve got a sand-hauling gig that’s gone begging because of the engine trouble and the rain – because I won’t take Gulchendiggensmoothen into the wash again while it’s muddy without very good reason – and I can use the cash. I’m going to the big town about fifty miles away on Monday for an eye appointment. I have the cash for the eye appointment but no more, and it would be nice to knock an item or two off my running shopping list while I’m there.
On to the next chore!