"I'm at the top of the end"
This past weekend was so interesting that I feel like I need another weekend just to recover from it. The sad part? I work all day this coming Saturday, so I'll only have Sunday off. Oh well.
Anyway. We still had some hay to finish...well, haying...so Dad cut it on Friday, but he wasn't sure how long it would take to dry. So I spent Saturday painting and stuff like that. Then on Sunday, I drove the 200 miles to my parent's farm so Dad and I could bale the hay. I got there about noon, and we were baling by one. We finished the hay (YAY!) right before it got extremely windy and stormy. While Dad ran some errands, I dug up some shrubs to transplant. Just as I finished it started raining.
The next morning, I got up early and picked some apples for Mom and did some other random things. I needed to leave by ten so I could drive back 200 miles in time to work in the afternoon. I left early. And had a massive tire blow-out about twenty miles down the road. Thank God it happened right outside a town, so I was able to get to a shop. Once there, I discovered that I would have to buy a tire, but he didn't have the right size. Right about then was when I started to freak out. After all, I did have to get to work... Anyway, the mechanic kindly called the one other place in town, and they had a tire! Yay! Expensive, but still a good thing.
So I got my tire changed and continued on my merry way. Except it wasn't so merry because I was fighting a strong crosswind and it kept raining periodically. However, I made it back in time to unload the shrubs I'd had in my back seat, change into some decent clothes, and slide over to work. I wasn't surprised that it was Monday.
By the way, is it only Tuesday? I think I need a day off...
Anyway. We still had some hay to finish...well, haying...so Dad cut it on Friday, but he wasn't sure how long it would take to dry. So I spent Saturday painting and stuff like that. Then on Sunday, I drove the 200 miles to my parent's farm so Dad and I could bale the hay. I got there about noon, and we were baling by one. We finished the hay (YAY!) right before it got extremely windy and stormy. While Dad ran some errands, I dug up some shrubs to transplant. Just as I finished it started raining.
The next morning, I got up early and picked some apples for Mom and did some other random things. I needed to leave by ten so I could drive back 200 miles in time to work in the afternoon. I left early. And had a massive tire blow-out about twenty miles down the road. Thank God it happened right outside a town, so I was able to get to a shop. Once there, I discovered that I would have to buy a tire, but he didn't have the right size. Right about then was when I started to freak out. After all, I did have to get to work... Anyway, the mechanic kindly called the one other place in town, and they had a tire! Yay! Expensive, but still a good thing.
So I got my tire changed and continued on my merry way. Except it wasn't so merry because I was fighting a strong crosswind and it kept raining periodically. However, I made it back in time to unload the shrubs I'd had in my back seat, change into some decent clothes, and slide over to work. I wasn't surprised that it was Monday.
By the way, is it only Tuesday? I think I need a day off...