I'll share with you my recounting to my neighbor my glorious adventure in the fields today.
I'm renting 50 feet of our drunken farmer neighbor's farm land as buffer to keep his combine from wrecking
my nut orchard. Should work out just fine. Think I'm going to broadcast sunflower seeds in there if I'm not too late.
I sweat through three shirts today and drank lots of water, had a sports drink and a potassium tablet. So far so good. Drinking lots of juices too.
now just imagine this guy waving his arms around, yelling at the top of his lungs about farming measurements.
I think I should have called Farmer for a translation.
and then after spending almost an hour in the seriously hot sun
tempting heat stroke putting the new 50 foot stakes in, measuring and remeasuring just to be sure,
well my waking him up at 1pm apparently was too early.
He said he takes about half an hour to get going and he started yelling my measuring was all wrong.* All wrong.
And he wanted it done the right way! What* a moron...and about that time your dear wife comes out with some
zucchini*bread which was wasted on him, he tried to give half back to me later...I thanked him but I already was a complete pig
with what I was given, most delicious. (more please)*I was tempted to take it before he fed it to his cats. Cats everywhere.
Am glad I figured out a route I can take now with the UTV *to avoid
the flea gauntlet, where you walk under that shed roof and the bugs are jumping all over.* No wonder he wears long pants.
So he's yelling at me that I measured it wrong because in waving his arms around in the air it was aligning
with farming measurements (clearly a way of measuring known only to genuine farmers, not* surveyors), not those
surveyor poles. And the more he waved his arms around in the air shouting about farming measurements*in the heat the tireder he got,
and then he almost keeled over on me, couldn't
catch his breath, and I'm saying oh no don't stick me with this...and thankfully after making him sit in my UTV and get out of the sun, he was fine.
Says he didn't get to sleep until 7am last night.*(morning...) So then we started the remeasuring party.*
Guess what. Off by one inch on the first one, off by two inches on another, then he finally realized he was making a complete ***
of himself and he quieted down. And he apologized.* * I offered to keep up the measuring party going in the hot sun but he finally admitted
I had done a pretty good job. Oh my.
