daugen
Epic Contributor
that's funny, 85 is bathwater.
operated a small Husqvarna/Briggs rototiller,
and ran it up and down the sides of the sunflowers.
Most of which have been eaten. As the sweat poured off me I wondered
if I was just making it more convenient for the deer to find my crop through the cover of weeds...
I hadn't been able to use that tiller in several years, and put it away with a full tank dosed with
seafoam. No primer bulb. Started on sixth pull, and ran smoothly. Briggs 900.
Wore me out though, not good for my body at all.
So came in to cool off, drink something else, and head back out in a little bit to rototill the remaining sunflower field.
This is when a/c enables me; never could do this in an open cab. Heat alert here for some high number.
I told the teenager helper to slow down, pace himself, go back and drink something else, anything but the beer...,
and I have two flavors of sports drinks in the barn fridge. He's working until noon and it's already seriously hot out there.
And at age 16, not sure how sensible he is. He refuses to wear a hat, no wonder he feels hot, his head is getting baked.
His hair is a little bit girly long (I'm sure the thing) and I guess he thinks that hair protects him.
Without a hat, he might as well have put the heater on just like in a car. Bright sun out...
I tell him that I'm looking out for him like his Mom and he just smiles. Doesn't engage in a lot of conversation. But asks good questions.
Now I need to go out and see how many roots he hit with my nice JD mower. I guess I'd better check the blades too...
He's weedeating a whole lot of fenceposts right now. Better him than me.
Take it easy today, relatively, if you can. And I will heed my own advice.
Or as my favorite sign in the world said, the official one on the wall behind my Father in WWII at his
desk in IndoChina doing AirForce intelligence, the sign said
READ AND HEED
Gets to the point quickly...
Sometimes you can't, like Buppies, who is out in the worst of it.
back to work.
operated a small Husqvarna/Briggs rototiller,
and ran it up and down the sides of the sunflowers.
Most of which have been eaten. As the sweat poured off me I wondered
if I was just making it more convenient for the deer to find my crop through the cover of weeds...
I hadn't been able to use that tiller in several years, and put it away with a full tank dosed with
seafoam. No primer bulb. Started on sixth pull, and ran smoothly. Briggs 900.
Wore me out though, not good for my body at all.
So came in to cool off, drink something else, and head back out in a little bit to rototill the remaining sunflower field.
This is when a/c enables me; never could do this in an open cab. Heat alert here for some high number.
I told the teenager helper to slow down, pace himself, go back and drink something else, anything but the beer...,
and I have two flavors of sports drinks in the barn fridge. He's working until noon and it's already seriously hot out there.
And at age 16, not sure how sensible he is. He refuses to wear a hat, no wonder he feels hot, his head is getting baked.
His hair is a little bit girly long (I'm sure the thing) and I guess he thinks that hair protects him.
Without a hat, he might as well have put the heater on just like in a car. Bright sun out...
I tell him that I'm looking out for him like his Mom and he just smiles. Doesn't engage in a lot of conversation. But asks good questions.
Now I need to go out and see how many roots he hit with my nice JD mower. I guess I'd better check the blades too...
He's weedeating a whole lot of fenceposts right now. Better him than me.
Take it easy today, relatively, if you can. And I will heed my own advice.
Or as my favorite sign in the world said, the official one on the wall behind my Father in WWII at his
desk in IndoChina doing AirForce intelligence, the sign said
READ AND HEED
Gets to the point quickly...
Sometimes you can't, like Buppies, who is out in the worst of it.
back to work.
