So if you want to give the big guy a good chuckle, go ahead and makes some plans. And while you're at it, he'll get an even bigger laugh out of it if you proceed blithely along as if those plans will work out as, er, planned.
I'm at a point in my life (almost thinking about growing up sometime in the next 50 years or so) where I've actually begun to get a chuckle and a belly laugh out of watching plans come apart in a slow motion train wreck. Especially if they are my plans!
Remember when I said I like big chunks of my life to be challenging and hard? Well I still do!
I may be the only human in the existence of the universe who really does believe that the fire and pressure of hard, hard challenges is what makes me the human I want to be. I don't think I am the only one, and I really think that rather a lot more folks feel that way than I believe.
And I also suspect that there are uncountable millions of people being forged as we speak (in a manner of spe -- er -- you know what I mean) who are absolutely hating every minute of it, but those millions will, if they stay the course, look back on the shitstorm they've navigated and be at least secretly glad.
So hard and tough and distasteful and hair-pulling and brain exploding! The more the better! Bring it on!
However, today was just like that, as was yesterday, and the day before, and, well, you get the idea. And lemme tell ya, in the moment it
SUCKS!
There is no fun in funville when the hard shit is going down.
But there is satisfaction in being able to stay the course, in not quitting, in not giving in to the pressure to violate core principles, to treating others as best you can the way you would wish to be treated rather than kicking them soundly in the nether regions as you so honestly, in the moment, believe they so, so, deserve.
Tomorrow will bring more suckage. It always does. But I can do suckage!
With the big guy's guidance and assistance. In truth, he does the all the parts that are too hard for me.
But the parts that I can do, which the big guy insists I do, er, do (sorry), well, let's just say that the forging is coming along nicely. It's not there yet. It'll never be there. But it's better than it was yesterday. Big guy willing, it'll get even more better tomorrow.
In the meantime, there's pie!
Be well and enjoy the blessings of liberty.
Know that you have people on your side. As you note, with guidance, you will do just fine. Here's a solution for one of your minor chores. The third picture reminded me of some kind of dinosaur. So, "Old Stuff Park." Rope off a walking path, put up signs and charge admission. You're done.
ReplyDeleteThanks Mark!
DeleteGood idea on the Old Stuff Park. What I need is a young suck, er, well, a nice young person with cash and energy to relieve me of the rusted iron and start the park on their own place, leaving me with a tidy profit.
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Embrace the suck!
ReplyDeleteTruth be told, I have all I need in life, can't say I've worked all that hard to get here, but I got here.
Life is good, most of the time.
Life is good indeed. I love that old Jedi mind trick of Embrace the Suck!
DeleteThanks for stopping by and commenting Sarge!
You have all kinds of people, and a Badger, in your corner. I have tremendous confidence in you, and your toughness. It is a horrible thing while you are going through, but you will survive.
ReplyDeleteThanks Scott. If it doesn't kill me it makes me stronger and better. And I are a survivor.
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That is such a cool photo of the Deere spreader! I'm the small screen of my Kindle Fire, the weeds growing through the beater assembly, make it look like its running!
ReplyDeleteIs that a Case thresher? Case loved galvanized shrouding. Red River did too, ( My Great Uncle Ernie was a custom thresherman, he had Red River equipment), but they looked somewhat different, more boxy.
I like the combine, too! I find it interesting that a lot of small grain combined were left handed, like yours, but corn ones tended to be right handed. I think it's because the headers for the corn ones were modified corn pickerngeads, and corn pickers tended to be right handed, so it was easier to make the corn combine that way.
It is a cool picture, thanks!
DeleteYes, it's a Case thresher. My great-grandpa Evert and his brothers were threshermen in addition to a number of other agribusiness pursuits.
The old Gleaner combine is cool as well. I've never researched any of the old machinery stuff but your comment makes me think I should. Lots and lots of old stories and information that simply get lost over time.
For pickergneads, please read picker heads
ReplyDeleteIf you say so! ;-)
DeleteShaun: Know that there are people who care about and for you. With your faith and such help as they may be able to provide, you will get through these tough times. Know too that I am one of those people and will do whatever I can for you.
ReplyDeleteYour friend,
Paul L. Quandt
Thanks Paul. Your kind words are appreciated and mean more than you know. We're making good progress.
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Hey, if those first two devices are what I think they are, you should get them on the ballot for congressional seats. They would be just as good as the people we send there, not lie to us, and would not cost us billions in excessive retired pay. And they are a lot smarter and more honest than most of the congress critters.
ReplyDeleteChin up, sailor, you got work to do. You're used to moving manure, so day to day can be pretty much the same.
John Blackshoe
Unfortunately, the first one retired from the Second congressional District in 1960. The other one from the Third District in 1979. It was a good idea though. :-)
DeleteHard days are good days, and easy days are hard days, so...
A little murder mystery was on the books today.
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