Monday, November 4, 2019
Cool and damp
It's cool and damp here today, with the schizophrenic precipitation flipping back and forth between rain and snow.
Yesterday was warmer but quite windy. It was a good day to get stuff done outside at the ranch, but working in the wind is never really pleasant. It's okay, though, and as I've often noted, a little bit of misery helps me relish the more-perfecter days all the more. Plus I get the silent bragging rights that attend willingness to hard-dick it and not be a pussy. Simple minds take pleasure in simple things.
A monumental and ongoing task at the ranch is cleanup. When dad left us, he left behind a veritable train wreck of a junk yard. We all have our quirks, and one of Dad's was never picking up or cleaning up. Over the years a lot of junk just got piled somewhat out of sight down in the trees, mostly to make room for more stuff to be thrown down in piles in the shop, the ranch yard, the barn, etc. Now that he's gone and can no longer veto a cleanup, it's an all-hands field day.
All hands being more properly most hands.
The upside is that my brothers have been helping out and doing huge quantities of work when they visit. We're making good progress.
The local rural sanitation engineer has been parking 20-yard roll-off dumpsters empty and hauling them off when full. It's a bit spendy but actually quite economical when compared to the costs of hauling junk to the town junkyard/landfill on our own.
Of course every day brings trials and tribulations. Yesterday the Bobcat started to shit the bed; lugging down and losing power under load. Today I'm deep in the manual and perusing online forums and videos and I think I'm closing in on a cure, which will likely be loading the sumbitch on the trailer and hauling it to Sidney to support the kollidge edmacations of the Dear John outlet. It is what it is.
With the Bobcat hors de combat I got ready to fire up the tractor, which needed a battery charge after sitting for two years. Aaaanndd, I found that the battery charger had been rather poorly treated by the last person to use it, who was either the not-me ghost or some firetrucking invisible alien.
Which made me a bit cranky for a while.
Cranky isn't a happy place to be and a waste of the limited and shrinking time I've got left in this plane of existence, so I made peace with it and proceeded with other things I could do.
Today I'll cough up the coin for a new charger, and at some point in the future someone will get punched in the mouth. But not in anger. Simple minds, simple things!
And so it goes. Life on planet Earth. At least the 2700 calf is feeling more better.
Hope you're all well and enjoying the blessings of Liberty.