Alien
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Jobs done for the day. Fitted gas struts on the hood of the Mustang. Fueled up the tractor. Did a short video with the drone. Nothing interesting. Just giving it a fly around and learning its' quirks.
That's warning sign of what to come.Found a new leak. May need Thomas to the rescue.
When I was little, mom would pile me into the car early on a summer morning before it got hot outside and then drive us out into the country to a farmer's road side shed. She'd sort through the ears, opening the end a little bit on each one looking for missing kernals or bugs. It was fresh picked that morning, and put that baker's dozen into a brown paper shopping bag. Then back home, she shucked it and put the ears in the refrigerator until dinner time. Wow, that was some great corn. And it only cost a doller, but then that was when gas was twenty-five cents a gallon. These days I feel fortunate when the corn is packed on ice, and there's still some ice left. I don't pay much attention to the cost, but I think last time I did, it was fifty to seventy-five cents an ear. And Diesel #2 us up over four-fifty a gallon.Makes me long for the days of a baker’s dozen for $1.