Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Bitter Sweet.

Happy 32nd Kelsi!  Hope it is a good one.


Today also marks 7 years since Terri left us.  I suppose if I miss anything about her it would be that laugh.  She loved life.  Maybe a little unorthodox, but no doubt her kids know they were and are loved.


I don't think I will ever forget that phone call from Pat.  Seven years and I can still hear it today.


Today marks about six weeks of remembrance, May 16 to June 25.  It is never an easy stretch.


For you movie goers, The Fault in Our Stars is a movie I believe is well worth your time.  Be advised, for many it is a tear jerker.


I drove to Lubbock late yesterday to watch Reid's All Star game.  The lost in the bottom of the sixth inning 14-13, but it was a good game.  Reid did well.  He had a couple of good hits and pitched in relief.  He can chunk that ball!


I made a new friend in Lubbock, more on that later.


We began replanting Wastella yesterday.  Slats had a good run and did about 120 acres before he quit last evening.  I keep looking and while the stand of cotton looks good from the road, once you get a hundred yards into the field it disappears.  I told Slats, I was not even going to look again.  Plant it all.


I am preparing to go to FSA to certify our planting.  I believe I have gathered everything Craig has asked for.  My appointment is at 1.


Freeman-Stevens reunion this weekend.  Pat has done all the leg work.  I know she will be happy when it is over, so will I.  I find myself not in the reunion spirit.  As per usual, my job is running the auction.


This may be my last year.


Have a day! 
gotta run.


FATHER, YOU are in control!

Monday, June 23, 2014

Brucey Louise, Biker boy!

Ah, aren't people entertaining.  Especially the idiots who think they are soooo smart!


I received a text yesterday from Merrit's mother, telling me Merrit was very emotional about a conversation I had with her earlier in the week.


I explained that I felt like all I have done is to enable Merrit to continue to jump from job to job, not showing any consistency or stability.  This had all begun when Merrit told the world she was taking a second job and then quietly quit her first job.


While I had Merrit's mother's ear or eyes, I told her to relay to Bruce that if he touched Merrit again, much less spit on her again, he had better hope the cops locked him up because I would drive there and beat the shit out of him.  This was because of Bruce striking Merrit and then spitting on her.


Then I got a call from Bruce, sounding like he was either drunk or stoned or both, with a strong tendency toward stupid.  I told him he didn't have enough sense to have a conversation.


When I went to the movie I left my phone in the side pocket of my car.  I got out, and I had no messages, no voicemail.  I returned home and was watching television about ten o'clock when my phone pinged several times.  I had voice mail and I had texts.


I couldn't help but laugh at the voice mails.  One went like this.  "Hey Don, this is Bruce.  Let me tell you something, Merrit is lucky that is all she got, because I could have knocked her to outer space.  I didn't spit on her either.  I have dentures and because of them I sometimes spit accidentally when I talk!"


Nothing like a live confession.  I decided to save that one.  As far as the dentures go, that would explain Bruce being Miss Congeniality when he was in the penitentiary.


If Bruce's messages had any theme it would be that Bruce is a bad boy!  I decided to keep them all.


I am very disappointed in Merrit's Mother.  She must be desperate for a man to settle for Bruce, and nothing is as important to her as getting stoned whether it is her prescription drugs or marijuana.


It wouldn't be the first time she sold out her daughters for her personal gain.


I instructed Merrit not to go to her mother's and Bruce's house.  To keep her distance.  It seems that Merrit's Mom wants to hold "supervising visits" as a trump card.


I am not blind or oblivious to Merrit and her need for theatrics or embellishment, however, I do believe I have developed a pretty good bull shit detector in regard to her stories.  Take nothing at face value.  So everything is filtered.


I have tried to remember Bruce's last name and where he lives, but I can't remember is his name is Bruce Louise or if he lives on Louise street, but he made it perfectly clear he is a baaaad boy!


Bruce told me this isn't over.  I agree.  It isn't.  I think he owes Merrit an apology.  He thinks I owe him an apology.


I'm not holding my breath. 

Saturday, June 21, 2014

Patience

When I last blogged, we were very close, within an hour of completing our planting.  That was on June 8th.  We finished on June 18th, and there was a very small parcel that still had water on it.  We simply skipped over it.


During the ten days, we received more rain blessings.  In between wet spells, we had wind, which meant we ran sand fighters.  We also prepped two rotary hoe rigs, and on the 16th Slats ran a sandfighter at Wastella, while I ran rotary hoes South of the barn.  We were both streaking every other pass.


When Slats finished with the sandfighter he hooked back up to his rotary hoes and began filling in the streaks.  By days end we had completed the entire home place.


The following day we moved to the section and we began on opposite sides and worked toward one another, streaking every other pass.  When we met, we turned back, filling in the streaks again.  By end of day we had finished the section.


Slats had a hydraulic leak on the big tractor, and as we were planning on going to finish planting at the section, repairs were necessary.  Slats removed the hose and I took it to John Deere.  They didn't have one, nor did they have the fittings to make a new one.  Finally after three hydraulic shops, I was back at Fisher Hills in Sweetwater.  Keith machined and welded a fitting to get us going.  About three in the afternoon I returned to the barn and after an hour and with Slats and I both bleeding profusely, the repair was complete.  This was one of the deals where you could see what you needed to do or you could put your hand in and try to visualize.  To do both was impossible. 


When we finished, we filled the tractor with hydraulic oil.  However, the tractor would not come out of park.  You could move the shifter, but it would not shift.  I called my friend BJ at John Deere and he told me we must have accidentally unplugged a park over ride circuit.  We inspected the five relays and all were plugged in, but we wiggled them anyway.


Walla.  The tractor moved.  We hooked to the planter and spread two sacks of see across eight planter boxes and we headed out.  Prior to leaving the shop though, I put the planter on the cement slab and made some adjustments to the seed press wheels.


When we arrived at the section I raised the planter unit gauge wheels out one full notch.  I was convinced we were not going to put much dirt over the seed.


It took us a couple of hours and another bag of see plus two pieces, plus a borrowed sack (that we replaced the following morning) to complete our planting.


The following day we put rotary hoes back on the big tractor and Slats and I moved the two rigs to Wastella.


I wanted to see first hand, exactly what we had, plant stand wise.  That was one of the primary reasons I insisted on driving one of the rigs across all the farms.  About six and a half hours later we were done with Wastella.  I was very disappointed with the stand there but will wait until Monday to make a decision on replanting.


It is weird that when you are the boss, you get the older, less desirable equipment.  At one point during planting I was filling terrace washes with a 38 year old tractor with no air conditioning, then I bedded some with a 29 year old tractor (which did have air conditioning).


My rotary hoe tractor was a 1982 model which I dubbed the rain forest tractor.  The 32 year old tractor runs good, and has great air conditioning, but the drain tubes from the drip trays located in the roof of the tractor are clogged up, so every time you turn are get on a terrace or hit a pump, you are doused with cold water.


Of course the reason I was driving these older tractors is because they don't have guidance.  Slats isn't a farm hand but he can press a button.


All together we have had seven to nine inches of rain.  The outlook for this year has improved dramatically.


On Friday I worked in the office and ran errands.  Slats mowed, edged and weed eated at Memama's.


Memama is good.  We had date night Thursday night with Pat, Kyle Chloe and Carson.  Late Thursday I was in the kitchen and heard the back door open and it was Rian and the boys.  They were in the motorhome headed to San Angelo to see Rian's mother and sisters.  They camped in the driveway, and Frances fixed a huge breakfast for everyone Friday morning.


Last night I woke to the sound of thunder.  We have been teased with light showers and sprinkles.  I say, do your thing LORD!


Today I am doing R & R.


FATHER,  thank YOU so much for Your rain blessings.  Thank YOU for the promise the new crop holds.  We thank YOU and ask that YOU continue to bless us and our efforts.  YOU are so good!



Sunday, June 08, 2014

Fred

This past Friday, June 6th 2014 marked seven years since we lost Freddy.  In many ways I can't believe it has been that long but in other ways it seems much longer.


For whatever reason, this year has proven to be more difficult for me.  I'm not really sure why.


I begin to think of everything that has transpired in the last seven years and I know we could have a really good conversation.


Love you and miss you Freddy.


We received another rain blessing last evening.  Rain gauges show from a low of 1.5 inches to a high of 3.0 inches.


With rain predicted, I took over the tractor at 7:30 last evening and ran until I was out of seed at 2:45.  I was about three bags short.  A portion of what I lack is now standing under two foot of water, and it has rained all day on and off.  In fact it was raining earlier while the sun was shining.  Gon Gon used to tell me that when that happens it will be raining same time tomorrow.


I will get Slats busy in the morning, taking a bedding bar off the 4850 and positioning it in front of the sandfighter.  I will have him drop the shredder and pick up some rotary hoes to begin checking bearings.  This should give him something to do while I run to Brownfield to get some spray coupe parts.


If he runs out of stuff, the barn is a mess.  We have every empty bag that cotton seed came in, piled in the barn/


Memama returned from her trip to see Riley graduate.  She is very tired and possible contracted a stomach bug while she was gone.  She sat up for a while, but has already gone to bed.


I guess this is the time of year to have surgery if you are being stylish.  Merrit had a minor procedure this past Thursday, Rian is having some surgery later in the month and Makai tore her meniscus and is having knee surgery later this month.


I got a call from Rian today.  He and the boys had taken my motorhome and their newly acquired boat to the lake for three days.  He was telling me how good the motorhome pulled the boat, how good the power plant ran and how good the AC worked.


I couldn't resist telling him, "I'm really enjoying that motorhome!"


Have a day!


FATHER, thank YOU for YOUR rain blessings.  We ask for light winds as we try to get the crop up.  Help us to make good choices.