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Baymule
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Thanks y’all. Trip left a hole in my heart. Big, sweet, goofy dog that would not only pee on the tires of any new vehicle, he pooped by the drivers door. This let visitors know that Trip was guarding their car or truck against predators. No coyote, raccoon, possum or bobcat was coming near their vehicle!
He did it to ours too.
It is looking like we may actually close on the new farm tomorrow or Friday. The title work is being typed in at the title company in Trinity county, and will be sent to the Lufkin title company. So says the realtor. So close, so close to Trip going to his new home. It wouldn’t have kept him from getting cancer, nor would it have cured him, but he would have been home. Missed it by days. It makes me angry. It makes my grieve because Trip didn’t get to go to his new home. Closing dragged on for 4 months. Cash deal, in out, done. Or it should have been, but everything that could go wrong, did. I should be happy and excited but at this point, I’m just really pissed off and disgusted.
The Kawasaki mule has been down, blowing white smoke like a mosquito fogging machine. 3 tires were flat, I ran extension cords out to where it was parked and lugged my air compressor over to it. I aired up the tires, got stung by a red wasp, I declared war on the nest and doused them with wasp spray. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.
I haven’t been able to find anyone around here that would work on it, it’s a diesel. I’ll need it to get around my new farm, after knee replacement surgery, so I called our mechanic shop in Lindale. Yes he would take it, so I loaded it on the flatbed trailer. I never did that before, BJ always did the “manly” trailer stuff. I drove the mule up on the trailer, strapped it down and took it to Lindale.
I met our old neighbors and dear friends, Robert and Sharon at the Chinese buffet that is their favorite place. We ate, visited and had a good time.
I got back an hour ago, let Sentry, Sheba and the young ewes out on pasture. I’ll let it cool off a little before I go feed.
He did it to ours too.
It is looking like we may actually close on the new farm tomorrow or Friday. The title work is being typed in at the title company in Trinity county, and will be sent to the Lufkin title company. So says the realtor. So close, so close to Trip going to his new home. It wouldn’t have kept him from getting cancer, nor would it have cured him, but he would have been home. Missed it by days. It makes me angry. It makes my grieve because Trip didn’t get to go to his new home. Closing dragged on for 4 months. Cash deal, in out, done. Or it should have been, but everything that could go wrong, did. I should be happy and excited but at this point, I’m just really pissed off and disgusted.
The Kawasaki mule has been down, blowing white smoke like a mosquito fogging machine. 3 tires were flat, I ran extension cords out to where it was parked and lugged my air compressor over to it. I aired up the tires, got stung by a red wasp, I declared war on the nest and doused them with wasp spray. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.
I haven’t been able to find anyone around here that would work on it, it’s a diesel. I’ll need it to get around my new farm, after knee replacement surgery, so I called our mechanic shop in Lindale. Yes he would take it, so I loaded it on the flatbed trailer. I never did that before, BJ always did the “manly” trailer stuff. I drove the mule up on the trailer, strapped it down and took it to Lindale.
I met our old neighbors and dear friends, Robert and Sharon at the Chinese buffet that is their favorite place. We ate, visited and had a good time.
I got back an hour ago, let Sentry, Sheba and the young ewes out on pasture. I’ll let it cool off a little before I go feed.
just hang in there. We all here for you!
