Anyway, I went to the gas-station and Smith's first thing this morning. I had to take the Saturn, since my truck is still in the shop, getting a 'new' engine. (The Saturn's tranny is going out...at least that's Daddy's long distance diagnosis.)
I pulled up to the warehouse at Smith's and Redneck 1 came out with my chicken feed. I got out of the car to go open the back door for him and he grinned, "Your truck shrunk!" I laughed, "Truck's in the shop...and the tranny is going out in this thing." He returned, "Yeah, I just lost the reverse in my car." He seemed kind of chatty this morning--maybe because he was by himself out in the warehouse. I imagine that might do it.
I was going to mow this morning--since we had a 40% chance of rain starting at noon--but the grass was still wet. Instead I rode Snip. Nothing exciting there. He wasn't as bad as he could have been, but neither was he delightfully cooperative. I rode him through the creek again today and boy did he have fun! He splashed and splashed and splashed and splashed! I finally got him out of there--laughing since it really was kind of funny to watch him prick his ears forward, arch his neck and start pounding away at the water with one hoof and then the other.
I started mowing around 1:15 or so...and I got done about 4. Steady mowing...with a fuel break--during which I do not shut off the engine. If I did, the mowing would be over for the day. I never have gotten that thing cranked back up when it's hot.
When I got done mowing, I fed the animals and rescued three eggs from the chicken coop before coming in. I got my hair washed before Adam-12 came on, so I sat and watched that with Granddaddy (knitting, of course) while Savannah finished up supper.
Our weekly supper guest arrived shortly after five, so we ate. I washed the dishes then came in here to write my blog post. I'd been wondering all day what I was going to call it--and Latin popped to mind. I decided to have a little fun. Thus, the extremely strange title. :)
Such is life, busy here, busy there, a skeeter bite there, and another one here...though really, I haven't near as many as poor Snippy does! Not only that, those dratted horseflies nip on him...