Saturday Confessions (Yes, it's Sunday - I'm late again)

This is not the first time that I have joined Melissa's Saturday Confessions on Sunday - I'm a rebel like that. Actually, by the time I got home and sat down yesterday, I considered logging on and posting but just decided not too. So I guess I'm not a rebel after all - just lazy independent. I'll count this as confession #1.

2.  As I went to my blog to post this, I noticed a typo on my last post. I am a good speller - but a horrible typist. And I don't always use spellcheck. I know I should. I have experienced the agony of my non-nimble fingers over and over, but I just won't learn. And scanning isn't enough for me. My eyes are enablers. They know what my fingers SHOULD have typed, and they only see that. I can read over something I just typed a million times and never see the typos. I can pick up another person's writing, and typos jump off the page like fleas. Don't think that I have some complex where I think I'm perfect and can't find any flaws in something I create. I do see the flaws - just as soon as I hit the publish post button or just as soon as the last test comes out of the copy machine.

3.  I hate packing for camping (and unpacking when I get home). My little popup camper has been sitting in my driveway all week. I put it up last weekend, so that I could clean it and get everything packed for this summer's camping. It is still there, not quite ready. And I leave for my first adventure Tuesday morning. Monday will be a busy day of running last minute errands and packing my truck, so today I've got to get the camper done.

4.  Lately, I have been so torn over my boys being grown, missing them being younger and always around. Today, I am enjoying my empty nest. A quiet house, the dogs napping after tracking dewy, muddy feet everywhere, a cup of coffee, and only the click-clack of computer keys.

5. I have random OCD. My house is a mess, my desk is rarely clean, I'm never "put together" when I leave the house; yet I have crazy moments of OCD. Like if I number my Saturday Confessions - there needs to be five things to confess. And I might not get all of my Christmas decorations down until spring, but no one can help me decorate the tree because the ornaments have to be done my way. When I bring groceries home, I may not get them all put away for several days, but said groceries must go from buggy to conveyor belt in a particular order - cold things together, can goods grouped, non-food items separately. And I can't stand it when the checker/bagger mixes things from my designated groups as he/she bags my stuff. I really wish some of my OCD was about cleaning; I can happily go to sleep with a sinkful of dirty dishes or clothes that need folding.




What do you need to confess?

Hauling Hay

Today was a good day. School work this morning - gathering materials for summer study/review and lesson planning. A baby shower for a co-worker after the last few kids left. And when I got home, Lovey popped his head in the door and asked me to give him a little help. I think it's just because I'm a little giddy that tomorrow is the last day of school, but I was happy to lend a hand. It wasn't until I was in the truck, and we were on our way that I realized what we were going to do. After several days of cutting, raking, and baling, today was hay moving day.

Lovey and his borther cut hay from fields scattered here and yonder. This means that once the hay is baled, it must be moved to a barn somewhere near the cattle who will gobble it up next winter.

To make loading it easier, the hay is moved into lines so that the truck/trailer can be pulled alongside and the tractor/loader can work as quickly as possible.

Here comes Lovey with the next bale.



He sets it on the trailer in just the right spot. He wants to get as many as he possibly can on the trailer each time.



Once the first row is in place, he begins the second row. Gotta be careful here - don't want to knock the first row off on the other side.

Isn't Lovey the cutest little farmer boy you ever did see? He even dresses the part.

This one was making me nervous. Just a little crooked.

And now for the top row. I'm hoping that one holds that crooked one on the trailer.

Last one on! This is not the first load, but it is the first one that I got out to watch him load. I was thinking, "Really, you expect me to drive without losing that one?" But after many years of loading and moving hay, I guess he knows what he's doing.

That's about all it's going to hold. Time to take it to the barn.

Off I go! I made several of these trips today, and I didn't lose one bale - not even that crookedy one.