Do Over – Thoughts From The Middle of Nowhere

One of those days yesterday. You know those do over days. My personal vehicle died on Sunday so I had to find a way to get it to the garage to fix it. These damn newer vehicles are so complicated you can't work on them. My Darling Wife borrowed my father's vehicle to go to Billings and guess what happened to it. It died in Billings on her. This tends to get My Darling Wife just a wee bit excitable. I managed to get somebody to get her going again and she made it home. Battery problem in that vehicle, new one is in order. n nLuckily I was at home to help her because I was busy sitting around waiting for the scale guys to come and fix the scale. They got it fixed but I dread getting the bill for it. They come all the way from Great Falls so the mileage is a killer. n nIn between all of this while checking water for the cows we had a flat tire and the cows had knocked the hose lose at on well so it had been pumping water all over the place for quite a while, wasting propane and water while wearing out the engine all for no reason. n nFinally late Western Ranch Supply showed up with all the stuff I ordered to work on the corral to get ready to ship. Quite a pile of work he delivered. Fifteen 20' panels, 5 large gates and all the assorted hardware for it. Luckily I have enough railroad ties on hand to do the job. It should take about 30 of those and I have 35 so I don't have to get any of them. We got it unloaded and then had to change the tire on his vehicle because it went flat while it sat there. Another flat tire, I hate flat tires. Good thing it happened here, he had help to change it which helps a lot. n nDidn't seem to get much accomplished today but spend money. A do over kind of day. n nI am fairly tired-bored beyond endurance-by the world we live in, and its ideals, and am ready to say so, not violently, but kindly, as one rubs salt into the back of a flogged sailor as though one loved him. Henry Brooks Adams