Who'll bid me.....SOLD!

It was the first tractor I drove, and the same one I learned to back wagons with.
Or the elevator that carried the thousands of straw bales up to the mow from the wagon.
The wagons also went, the one that had the funny end gate and the annoying bars that we always tripped over. When we sheared the sheep we loaded the wool onto a cart, it also was on the bill. the three wheelers, the old baler that was broke more than it worked, the combine that was older than I was, the 'mini' (which was actually the biggest of the fleet) which almost ran away down the hill with me and the other equipment that introduced me to farming.

This past Saturday Grandpa auctioned off all of his farm equipment, even down to the cans of nuts and bolts that lived in the shop. I can't say it was really that 'hard' to see everything get sold but there was clearly a sense of history and nostalgia. It would be interesting to follow each piece to its new home and see how it fits into the operation there. No doubt each piece will make many more memories, but at different farms with different people.

Irony

Here are a few for you to enjoy and ponder.

Sign at a bank drive thru window: "For your protection and due to limited visibility please have your Photo ID ready." Honestly, if visiblity is limited, what good does a photo ID do?

Does a snow plow ever get stuck?

Rosedale Bible College has an excellent internet filter set up for their students. It is so good in fact that it blocks parts of their own website from the students.

A congressional Hearing on Global Warming had to be postponed because of....you guessed it, a big snow storm

A sign advertsing meat reads: "Grass Fed Veal"

My life has just changed....Alot

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"The Laceration"

I am currently volunteering at Black Rock Retreat with an RBC work group during our week off.

This is what we are doing, tearing down this dilapidated shop

Taking the roof off shingles and all proved to be the easiest.The work of sledge hammers and digging irons.

THEN.....

It roared to life, flawlessly doing its job, throwing sawdust as it is maneuvered through the board. With ease it makes pieces out of boards. With skill and care I watched for nails and and avoided them. Suddenly the saw jumped, as it had numerous times, and quickly contacted my glove. The glove was no match for the blade as it performed its required duties. The glove gave way and the blade continued sawing. This time tearing flesh and not wood. The result was immediately known, even before removing my mangled glove I knew the day's plans were going to change. I immediately got a clean towel, wrapped the half severed (left-hand) thumb and headed to the ER. The doctor numbed it, twice, cleaned it out and explained the damage was simply a "laceration." This "laceration" cut the thumb cross-ways right in the middle of the nail, and about half through. In the process of repairing the damage the doctor had to remove the front half of the nail (at least my manicures will be 10% cheaper) so he could put in the 4 stitches. After it was all said and done, this was the result. 1 neatly wrapped thumb.


This is the glove, that is a red liner not blood. The blood on the cuff I guess didn't get washed off.


I have been asked about the pain. right now my meds have worn off and it feels like I hit it with a hammer, it throbs a little, but is bearable. I will probably take a pill before bed to help ease the pain.

If any of you want to see what it looked like before the wrap, I have a picture on my phone I took while waiting in the ER. It isn't too nasty. Just let me know and I can show it too you.

Shortly after I arrived I was told that another guy came in with a similar injury, but apparently he wasn't going to leave with as many fingers as he started with. If you think about it, pray for him.