I have had a few cranky moments--like when the field is really rough, the truck drivers don't park the trucks like I think they should, one person tells me one thing and another person tells me something different. I just about had a meltdown one night--after 13 busy hours with the grain cart I found I just can't focus anymore. We had moved to the last field on our place west of Opheim just before dark. It is an odd-shaped piece with a grass coulee and washouts in the middle. I wasn't completely familiar with the layout and then J was saying "don't fall in the sprayer tracks" (where he had gotten stuck with the sprayer this summer). Add darkness and lots of dust so that I could barely see where I was going. I really wanted to stop and go home, but the guys were determined to finish so we could move first thing in the morning and they made me keep going. At one point I could see J's lights but didn't know how to get to him. C was watching from the truck so guided me along on the radio. Then when I went back to dump on the truck I hit the wrong lever and overfilled it just a tad. I wanted to cry. Earlier that day I fell in a huge washout. I had just dumped J and was headed to catch M. I saw a small washout so had slowed down for that but didn't see the big one after that and WHAM, my front wheels fell in. Not good!
We spent about a week west of Opheim and hauled A LOT of grain out of there. We were all so happy when we got moved out of there and closer to home. It took about a hour to get home from there so some nights it would be 11:00 before we got home, then find something for supper, get a shower and get to bed by midnight. Ugh!
We, like lots of folks in this area, have had to pile grain on the ground. We have built 5 new bins in the past two years and still don't have enough room. We still have a lot of last year's wheat stored. It's hard to get it moved when the elevators can't keep up because they can't ship it out. We have about a 12,000 bushel pile on the ground, two 12,000 bushel bags, and a quonset filled with about 15,000 bushels. That all needs to get moved ASAP.
We had a rainstorm on Saturday night. J had been watching the radar and said a storm was moving our way. I was parked facing to the east and every now and then saw a flash and wondered if it was lightning. When I turned to the west I saw quite a lightning show. M and J were debating whether we should quit or keep going and finally decided to quit. We got everything tarped and headed to the trucks to go home and it started to rain and it poured on us for the 2 miles home. Everyone had a much-needed chance to sleep in on Sunday morning but we were back to cutting by 2:00 that afternoon.
I am on lunch duty today since my in-laws went to their house in town to see some relatives from Canada. I haven't been to the grocery store in three weeks so I'm lucky I still have food in the house. M says I don't have to be on the grain cart anymore, but I'd better be prepared because he's lied to me before.....
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