Why is it that when we plan something out, it doesn't quite work out like you planned? Mom was supposed to be here early (I assumed 9am was early, and even took the phone into the bedroom so that I'd hear it if it went off.) Well, I got up at nine...no Mom. Ran thru the usual gambit of contact points (email, FB), nope not there. When low and behold, who pops up on my IM list? This means that at 10am, Mom is still 2 hours from being here. At least. *Sigh* And we were supposed to get ALL of the chickens done today. At 10:35ish, Krys texts me and says they are on their way! Woohoo! Jim is out feeding the animals, and I'm cleaning up the kitchen.
You knew there was going to be another wrinkle, right? Yeah, there was. A big one. At about 11:30, Mom's rear tire blew out (no worries, only damage to human or vehicle was the loss of the tire). She called and asked Jim how to lower her spare, and he is GOOD, but not that good. Upon learning she only had the stock lug wrench, we both realized that we were about to embark upon Operation:Rescue. No way would Mom or the girls be able to break those lugnuts with the stock wrench, and Mom didn't have her 4-way in the van.
We got there. The damage to the tire was severe. But, like I said, that was the only damage done. Well, I'm sure all of them had a case of the jitters for a few minutes as a blowout will get anyone's blood pumping. Even Jim had trouble breaking the lugnuts loose, but he did, changed out the donut, and off we headed to the shop, hoping to find a tire, used or new, that we could replace the blowout with. No used, but we did find a new one.
So, given this wonderful turn of events, the chickens have earned a 3 week reprieve. Next weekend, we are transporting T-bone to the finish pasture and putting 2 pigs in the freezers. The weekend after that, Jim is in a wedding. Lucky birds.
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