Having recently married a girl who is accustomed to frequent trips into town, our remote location leaves her with minute moments of entertainment. Don’t get me wrong, she is the best and most understanding woman I know. I, on the other hand accept and invite the challeges of my country ways. Many times she has pondered what I must do to saturate my clothes and self with oil, grime, and general yuckiness!
While city folk were cruisin the lakes in their newly acquired high powered toys, we were still at the “ponderosa”. Having finished corn planting just ahead of the forecasted rain, I was ready for a break. Of course the rain missed us, so I diligently moved on to preparing bean ground. A hydraulic hose broke while disking. I placed a cell phone call to honey bunches and informed her I would be in to get something to eat. When I arrived, lunch was ready. (told you she was good!) She commented on my cleanliness and that the house is much easier to keep clean if I don’t come in a mess.
After a great meal, I gave her a kiss, thanked her, and with a crescent wrench in my back pocket, headed off to fix that oil leak.
