Cliff stays busy in his shop most days, but I think today he was mainly trying to keep his mind off the fact that the D-17 Allis is leaving tomorrow. He's making a bale spike for the John Deere, to move our big bales of hay around.
I'll be glad to get Allis's delivery done, and behind us. There's an air of sadness around here, with her sitting out there, but no longer being ours.
Cliff's decided to sell the cattle, too. That's a decision I'll leave to him. I've always considered these "his" cows. He'll use the proceeds from their sale to buy a disk mower (I won't explain, it's just a better implement than he has for haying right now).
My sister will be heading to Texas for the winter in about a week, so she's coming out Sunday to have chili with us; that way we all get to bid her goodbye. The past two years I've been able to visit her while she's down south, but I don't have that kind of funds nowadays. I'm sure glad I went while I could.
I'm just rambling here, so I'll stop.