I went to Roscoe yesterday. I wanted to check on Mom, and on a few other things. I decided to drive around and look at a couple of the farms.

Wednesday a week ago, or the eighth, I was planting near Wastella when just around sundown a "heat" rain shower ventured near. I actually quit planting to make sure the seed on the pickup did not become wet.

I'm not sure how much it rained, but the following morning, I didn't even pick up mud when I drove on the turn row. After servicing the planter, dust went to flying as I resumed planting.

While I was curious, I didn't expect to find any cotton emerging. Wrong. I could actually row cotton in spots. Granted it doesn't look healthy.

I was informed yesterday that insurance adjusters will begin looking at cotton July 6. (Or in most cases they will begin looking for cotton July 6).

I went by the barn, fed the dogs and cats and locked the barn up. I'm going to put knots on Devon and Dillon's heads. Enough stuff if going missing out there without leaving the barn unchained and inviting people to take stuff.

The little wildman's truck ran all day Friday without an issue, then the shop decided to take it to get a trailer that needed a repair and the truck died once while running that errand. When I last checked there they had not hooked the diagnostic computer up to download codes.

Have a day. Put two together and we will call it a weekend.

FATHER, YOU know.