Bret4207
At the casting bench in the sky. RIP Bret.
Worked my tail off yesterday, got a buncha stuff done. All little stuff, but it helps immensely. Looks like I'm going to have to buy a starter for a tractor. Even with a new bendix it wants to hang and not disengage, not good. As it is the tractor, a MF65 with a gas Continental engine, needs a clutch, at least one valve guide (burns oil like crazy) and probably rings. Hard to justify, but it's a good tractor. Now it's going to need the flywheel ring gear turned or replaced. Maybe over winter. New fencer showed up and we're back to knocking any sheep that wants the proverbial "greener grass on the other side of the fence" on her can. I also added 2 more ground rods 10 feet apart. Electricity to me is magic smoke, so I don't really grasp why this helps, but it seems to. Anything to keep them contained helps. Called the service place on that new side by side UTV and didn't get a call back at all. I can't imagine a business not being open at 12:30PM on a Friday, but I suppose they could have been real busy.
Apparently we have a new car. Hope she did the right thing and the "Outlander" doesn;t turn out to be the "Outrage". I hate car salesmen, she actually held me back one time from going over the counter at one of the lying, cheating so and so's. So she doesn't take me with her looking or buying cars anymore. I'm too old and stiff to jump a counter anymore, but old lessons die hard I guess.
My 17 year old boy Gordy is up to his old tricks of being everyone's favorite kid to have help them. Last night it was fixing a neighbors haybine at 9:30 at night in the field. I can't get him to take care of his dirty clothes, but he can lay on his back in stubble to help someone else. Go figure!
Apparently we have a new car. Hope she did the right thing and the "Outlander" doesn;t turn out to be the "Outrage". I hate car salesmen, she actually held me back one time from going over the counter at one of the lying, cheating so and so's. So she doesn't take me with her looking or buying cars anymore. I'm too old and stiff to jump a counter anymore, but old lessons die hard I guess.
My 17 year old boy Gordy is up to his old tricks of being everyone's favorite kid to have help them. Last night it was fixing a neighbors haybine at 9:30 at night in the field. I can't get him to take care of his dirty clothes, but he can lay on his back in stubble to help someone else. Go figure!