Good morning.
Another beautiful day today. 49 and headed past 60 under a cloudless sky.
Yesterday I spread some stone in front of the manure bin so I didn’t make a swamp out of accessing it with the loader. Then hitched up the spreader and emptied the bin. It took twenty loads, kept grandson busy all afternoon. We would load the spreader, than hop out of the loader and go spread that load and come back for another, rinse and repeat.
Before that I got some paperwork done for the FAA, and warmed up left over meatballs and sauce for lunch, invited a friend over to join us.
Today’s chore is to pull the fountain out of the pond, do the oil change that we forgot to do when we put it in, and see why one of the lights doesn’t work. Looks like a nice day to take the little plane out for some sightseeing if I run out of things to do.
The kids were talking about what to put on the stone, and they wanted to put “ Your F’n Dog” because that was what my wife would call her when she ignored her outside. She truly was my dog and would stop mid stride chasing deer if I called her. But she took commands from my wife like gentle suggestions.
I like TopPop’s “Best Friend”.