Wednesday, December 4, 2019
I got run over with stuff today.
Got the hay feeding truck (hereafter bale truck) back from a second trip to the repair shop.
The first trip was initiated by a helpful brother who thought it should be serviced. He was correct. It should have been. "Have 'em take a good look at the front end, top and bottom. Shit-for-brains ran it over deep trail-road furrows and broke something."
"Yeah, sure, whatever."
As it turns out he told them to do a regular service check and didn't mention the front end because reasons and "they check everything."
So they did the service and found mouse damage and bent tie rods. Replaced those. Cost a cool $2,000. When I drove it home I could tell it wasn't right and the 4WD wouldn't engage. Snuck it in the next morning before the storm. Ball joints trashed, cv joints trashed, one axle hanging in the breeze, transmission pan smashed.
Sigh. This is the kind of misunderstanding that develops when there's a difference between what a person knows and what they think they know, and they are furthermore unable to imagine that they don't in fact have a comprehensive understanding of everything in the universe.
So, $2,200 bucks later it's now fixed properly. Not the repair shop's fault. They kinda have to do what you tell them, not what they think you might mean.
Just one of those things.
But it drives like a new pickup and the 4WD works.
For the rest of the day all kind of unanticipated stuff kept coming up. All pretty boring and routine, and getting those things taken care of made it a productive day. I even got all-but-one (two actually) of my originally planned tasks done.
Therefore tomorrow I'll be able to start the day only waaaaay behind, rather than waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay behind. So on balance I'm in good shape.
Snow continues to melt, cows and chickens continue to thrive, and I'm not about to run out of chores. Therefore it's a win.
Be well and enjoy the blessings of liberty.