I had been
out running errands and it was H-O-T out there.
What a relief to come inside, put away the groceries and sit down with
some iced tea and a new art book!
Ahhhhhhhh, the tea was delish with just the right amount of ice and
lemon, the book was going to be delightful and I was ready to sit for an hour
before I had to start dinner. When . . .
. . the phone rang.
It was my
husband. Wonder what he needs? . . . .
Me: “Hello”
Him: “If you want to get some good pictures for
your blog look outside – I just tipped the tractor into the lake”
Me: “What???
Where? Are you OK?”
Him: “I’m fine.
I was mowing along the edge, almost finished, when I got too close to
the lake and it tipped over. Your son is
coming to pull me out”.
Sometimes I
wonder if he doesn’t do these things on purpose, just to see how far he can
push the limits.
Well, dutiful
wife that I am, I got my camera and zoomed in on the proceedings, which I have
here for your viewing pleasure.
Most of the equipment has been upside
down, sideways or – yep – in a lake or pond at some time in its life. Seems it was John Deere 110’s turn to do
something fun – like go swimming!
Here is the
scenario – my husband is standing on the left by his Gator, the tractor
sideways, about 1/3 in the lake. The
mowing bar is totally underwater.
Getting the
chains hooked from the loader to the tractor.
Dad’s ready
to pull her out, with some supervision.
When these
guys work together you can hear them a quarter of a mile away!
One can only
imagine THIS conversation!
Always best
to let a Pro do it! (or The Changing of the Guard)
And up she comes . . . . .
Being pulled
to safety – where she sat overnight to let all things that should never be
sideways settle back to an upright position!
Amazingly, the
only damage was dirt so she got a good wash, some new oil and will need a new
blade on the sickle bar mower! Some
small hand tools were lost in the mud, but easily replaceable.
No lives were
lost, only minor nicks and dings, fortunately most in the head area of the human, so no
damage there! No harm, no foul. He lives to break more machinery and tempt
Fate another day!
Just another
day at the Ranch!
Ps – by the time I got back into the
house the ice had melted, the tea was weak, the lemon was all fuzzy and it was
time to start dinner!!! (Livin’ the
Dream, Joe, Livin’ the Dream!)
3 comments:
I am so glad he was okay and not in the water underneath that monster!!! Now you can laugh and chide him as much as possible - because, afterall, he does deserve it! How many times has he cut that grass there? Ah, well....a morning of aggravation turns into an afternoon of aggravation - life on the ranch, indeed! ha ha
wow. So glad he is ok!
Oh my gosh, I'm glad everybody is okay! And what a great attitude for you husband to have, instead of stomping around cursing... he saw the opportunity for a good story to share!
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