Crazy day yesterday. I should write a book entitled "Bad things happen when you work on Sunday"!

I felt confident that my prep work on Saturday would make Sunday as simple as a delivery and a pickup. I couldn't have been more wrong, even though the truck was loaded, the forklift secure and the big rig pointed toward the road when I returned home Saturday night.

I grabbed nothing but a pair of gloves from my pickup as I got into the big eighteen wheeler. The big diesel started like a champ and after a quick stop to put some fuel in it, I was on my way.

When I arrived an hour later at the delivery site, I began placing ramps and removing chains and load straps from the forklift. Finally I crawled on the forklift, turned the key and . . . . . . . . rrr uh. . . . . . . .rrrr auh uh. . . . . . . click, click, click. It would not start. Weak battery. This machine had started yesterday without fail but I guess with the coolest night of the year we found a battery issue. Seventy miles from the shop with no booster cables. The man renting the forklift arrived and we boosted the forklift and unloaded it, then we were going to back the truck up to load the ramps. When I crawled in the truck and hit the key the big truck went click, click, click, click, click! However this was not a battery issue it was a loose cable issue. As my luck (and working on Sunday) would have it, neither the customer or me had a wrench.

Long story short, I got home last night at 9pm.

I am still trying to put together an alternate plan for the seasonal work. I could have hugged the above mentioned friend and customer because he offered to pre-pay two months of forklift rental.

Today I need to get the equipment into the farm shop. I just need to get a couple hundred dollars worth of road diesel (that I haven't budgeted for).

The seasonal work is supposed to begin "mid-week". Lots to do between now and then!

Have a day!

Oh FATHER, we have much to do. Bless my efforts. I continue to lift Rebecca for YOUR gifts of healing, and I lift the Bagby and High families for YOUR gifts of comfort and care in their losses.