Another one of Those Days

After getting about 3 more inches of rain over the weekend the guys are getting frantic to get the seed in the ground and be done.  That's easier said than done.  I have been on the run the past couple of days.  Yesterday I had to help R move trucks for J, then go get M, run to Scobey to buy a house and get M back to his tractor as soon as I could.

Today M told me I'd better take notes if I was going to blog about my day.  He was right, I can't remember where I've been.  I do know that I've traveled the 2-mile stretch between our house and our in-laws place at least a dozen times moving trucks with R.  I also went farther east to move trucks for J three times.  I rescued C twice.  Once I was coming along just when he needed a ride back to his water truck and the second time I was bringing him lunch when I saw him walking down the field.  Never a good sign--the sprayer was stuck again.  I think everyone knew, in the back of their minds, that he shouldn't have even tried to spray that field but were hopeful that they could finish that up before they moved farther west.

I told them they were going to have to leave me alone long enough to make them lunch, which they did.  I was on lunch duty because L was running to Glasgow where P is in the hospital.  I did manage to steal an hour and mow 3/4 of my yard before I went to help move cows.  Three more loads of the neighbor's cows and calves arrived today.  Thank goodness we didn't have the wreck we had the last time.  This batch had been here before and knew where they were going so the process was much smoother.

R and I and three friends made a move west about 7:00, and I thought I was done for the day.  I was just on my way home when M called to let me know I wasn't done yet.  C had the sprayer stuck again so I needed to grab the rope and chains and get them to M who was on his way toward C with his tractor.

This morning R and I were loading my mower to bring it home from winter storage.  Pete hates mowers (and anything else with a motor).  I was just standing there watching when R started the mower and Pete went nuts and ran into the front of my leg.  I heard a pop in my ankle and had immediate pain.  It didn't hurt for long and wasn't bad for most of the day, but now it is starting to stiffen up.  I wonder if wine will make it feel better......