02 July 2011, 0917, Home Patch
I really did sit down at my computer yesterday morning with the intention of writing a blog entry, but realized I had absolutely nothing to say. At least, nothing interesting. Not much better today, actually. However, I did move some more limbs around in cathedral oaks, but we pretty much did all we could handle the other day. I made that tractor buck a couple of times. Pretty scary, but it would be really hard to tip one over. Basically, this happens when you try to pick up something that is heavier than the back end of the vehicle. If you are not picking up right in the center and it’s too heavy, then one of your back wheels will jump off the ground. When this happens it is better if you have kind of “preprogrammed” your response into your head so you don’t just start moving things and make it worse. It’s not often that someone flips a tractor over on themselves, but it does happen.
We had company yesterday, or rather, Anna had company. I just involved myself in the eating parts of that fellowship. When they were all visiting, I went out to move limbs and when I finished that, I switched out the bucket and the hay spear and started restacking hay. I left that job undone, when Anna said that we were all going to eat and just finished it this morning.
Switching out those implements on the front of the tractor is a lot easier when you have help. At one point, you have to loosen or fasten the lynch pins and if someone is there directing you it keeps you from having to get out of the tractor several times. I almost knocked out Dad during this process the other day. We really do need to codify our hand and arm signals. The Army kind of messed me up. It got to the point that I couldn’t be understood backing a trailer or vehicle at the ranch or in Army ops. A lot of the symbols are pretty basic. You point up to make the bucket go up, down to go down, and unfold or fold up your arms to your chest to work the bucket. We were doing pretty good, until Dad was getting ready to go in to work the lynch pins. He wanted me to wait a minute while he did that, so he gave me the universal signal for wait a minute. You know the one. You hold up one finger in the air. Woops! We both realized our mistake before I knocked him in the chops. Now, we our using the Army signal to wait or halt, a closed fist in the air with knuckles facing the driver.
Pretty soon we will be going over to Grandmother’s for the family reunion. I’m looking forward to that, but I’m also wondering what kind of work I can get out of my cousins this weekend.