I just got back from letting the cats outside. Twitch has a new trick, he leads the other cats right to the threshold of the door and allows them to cross first after which he turns back inside so he can have the house to himself. They really are the closest thing we have to children around here with the exception of some of my more immature moments.
We have joined together for the world’s most intense harvest once again. The best truck drivers, the best harvester operators and some guys who no longer have a valid driver’s license to act as roto-beater operators (kidding guys-go back to sleep) have found their way to R and R Farms near Warren. We began with conditions that were just a bit dry and made fantastic progress; however in the Red River Valley, all you need do is dump out your water thermos to make conditions too slippery to harvest. We are soon through and I am waiting for a phone call to go back to work as I write this letter. My right shoulder does not ache as I no longer shift my truck because it has an Allison automatic transmission. I love my new truck and my only complaint is that the actual shifter is just a button. Larry Pederson and I both drive similar trucks and as such are suffering advanced arthritis in our index (I.e. button pushing) fingers which is known as George Jetson disease; thank goodness for worker’s compensation.
Dave, we are a family that likes a good project so I guess that makes us…projectionists? Anyway, I will soon finish my last task which will fulfill my obligations to the EQIP program through the Natural Resources Conservation Service. The final project is an armored lane which will allow the cattle passage from yard to pasture in even the worst conditions to graze more often, which is the point of the program. Ray Kuznia was also out here last week and we pulled the pump house I built last winter out of the garage and place it on the concrete slab. Ray is Polish and I an Bohemian and, all ancestral stereotypes aside, I figured we didn’t stand a chance with this project. It went off without a hitch however, and Ray’s experience building houses made all the difference. I could have just watched from the house like when I was a little kid. I plan to go into greater detail about both of these projects in later columns which should create a boredom storm of biblical proportions amongst my readers, so stay tuned.
Dad said he talked to you last week and that farmers out in Carrington still have harvest left to complete. Just like us, lots of beans left and snow on the way. It looks like we’ll get a little heat this week-end so maybe that will open the harvest window a bit more. I’m sure you’re at work most of the time putting out the mechanical fires that occur when farm machinery has to prove itself in poor conditions. I hope the wife and kinder are doing well and that, with winter’s arrival, you will soon have more time for home and less for work.
You’re little bro’