Whoops Fair Weekend

“Everyone” is getting ready for THE Fair and THE Rodeo.  We know a lot more 4-H kids this year, so we are very excited for the 4-H live stock auction, to watch the pigs go for a lot of money and the grandfathers pull out their check books.  I was going to tell you all about the kids and their pigs…the girls’ pigs names are “Crispy Bacon & Ham” and “Howie”, the boys pigs are named…”pig”.  However, everyone has to finish their work before the fair and we were no different.

I had a one person tractor task today.  Jubal and I were to back fill the trench behind the work shop, as we’ve finally achieved a workable plan to keep the North 4 and the workshop from flooding.  It would take some time, but it was to be just Jubal and I…it was bound to be a good day, I’d get a lot done and be calm and relaxed, ready for The Fair and The Rodeo, until… Jubal (and I) ended up in the ditch.  Oh…blast…(or something like it).  My beautiful horse Beau, looks on without a care in the world.

My one person job was now a two person job, as I required Number Two Son to help pull Jubal and I out.  Events quickly led to the whole fiasco becoming a three person job, as Jubal was at such an angel, that the gas was not going down the gas line, so The Teen was recruited to go and pick up more gas.  The Teen was also the ‘interpreter’ from myself on the tractor (tilting at a 45 degree angle) to her brother who was driving the diesel truck and couldn’t hear a work either of us was shouting.

 The good thing about this particular three person team is that none of us really knew what we were doing, and we’re sort of okay with that and just try to do it anyway, so although there maybe ‘tension’, there are none of those arguments about ‘why aren’t we doing it right’, as we have no idea what ‘right’ is.  We had, however received our instructions and they had been shared with the whole team.

 We tried it….it didn’t work.  We tried it a few other ways, and they didn’t work either.  Being the one on the tractor sitting at a 45 degree angle was something of an experience, as I had to hang on to keep from sliding into the ditch myself.  However, we did not break the truck, get anything else stuck or break Jubal.  And then…we tried it a different way and like a wild ride, I was going backward on the tractor with Number Two Son towing us and all of a sudden we were out.  High fives and feeling pretty proud of ourselves, even if Jubal and I were just a tad muddy.  I finished filling the trench and looking at the beautiful sky…. and so now we are ready for The Fair and The Rodeo as well.