I’m sorry ! Yesterday was just one of those days when I had to try to organize my activities… or planned activities ( because I didn’t get round to most of them !!). On a scale of one to ten based on importance, my “almost daily diary” is pretty low on the totem pole although, since my diary is a virtual brain drain I had to consider the consequences of brain overload. Greg was a little TOO happy to reassure me that the possibility of overloading my brain is almost certainly not a possibility. I feel that somewhere in that comment there is a very thinly veiled affront to my intelligence but I don’t have time to work on being offended right now.
Most people aren’t aware that there is undisguised snobbery in the barn yard. Just as the Porsche is an indication of social status in the car world, some consider the John Deere tractor to be THE tractor of choice for the discerning farmer. Some tractors are painted green and yellow in a shameful attempt to impersonate the John Deere but no deception will fool a real or even wanna be JD owner ! When our “other” tractor, an unassuming green and yellow Korean Yanmar (which doesn’t even attempt to deceive the market that it is more than it is) was sick, out came the instruments for surgery and up to his eyes in mud, muck and oil Doctor Greg is quite happy to operate. When the John Deere model has a cough splutter or total breakdown Greg defers to a Specialist. No thought of self medication, no consideration of any amputations or other surgery on the favoured child, …..off to the tractor hospital, please, just make my tractor better ! So, off we went, not a horse stall cleaned, not a water bucket filled, the JD was off to Sumner, the “special” hospital for the elite. We start printing dollar bills today, smile !!
We think we have fixed little Lamb Chop, I think that I will refrain from too many, too graphic descriptions of Lamb chops “issue”, just that it probably originated in his little gut and came out the end we would rather not visit too often ! it was particularly gross because it fixed like glue, super glue and it was not about to clean off without a fight. So we had a fight and we won. Poor Lamb Chop, accepting of almost anything as long as I am there and I have a peanut …or a box of peanuts, tolerated the cold water around his nether regions, suffered the picking scraping and scratching, blew bubbles with the shampoo and probably wished us dead but he stood patiently whilst we cleaned him up. Bless. So Lamb chop is a little white (ish) sheep again.
Oops,…Time to go, it’s almost 7.30am and I have to find something to wear for another day of whatever weather is handed to us ! Take care, keep safe, M
Most people aren’t aware that there is undisguised snobbery in the barn yard. Just as the Porsche is an indication of social status in the car world, some consider the John Deere tractor to be THE tractor of choice for the discerning farmer. Some tractors are painted green and yellow in a shameful attempt to impersonate the John Deere but no deception will fool a real or even wanna be JD owner ! When our “other” tractor, an unassuming green and yellow Korean Yanmar (which doesn’t even attempt to deceive the market that it is more than it is) was sick, out came the instruments for surgery and up to his eyes in mud, muck and oil Doctor Greg is quite happy to operate. When the John Deere model has a cough splutter or total breakdown Greg defers to a Specialist. No thought of self medication, no consideration of any amputations or other surgery on the favoured child, …..off to the tractor hospital, please, just make my tractor better ! So, off we went, not a horse stall cleaned, not a water bucket filled, the JD was off to Sumner, the “special” hospital for the elite. We start printing dollar bills today, smile !!
We think we have fixed little Lamb Chop, I think that I will refrain from too many, too graphic descriptions of Lamb chops “issue”, just that it probably originated in his little gut and came out the end we would rather not visit too often ! it was particularly gross because it fixed like glue, super glue and it was not about to clean off without a fight. So we had a fight and we won. Poor Lamb Chop, accepting of almost anything as long as I am there and I have a peanut …or a box of peanuts, tolerated the cold water around his nether regions, suffered the picking scraping and scratching, blew bubbles with the shampoo and probably wished us dead but he stood patiently whilst we cleaned him up. Bless. So Lamb chop is a little white (ish) sheep again.
Oops,…Time to go, it’s almost 7.30am and I have to find something to wear for another day of whatever weather is handed to us ! Take care, keep safe, M
RSS Feed