I fully intended to mop today; in a couple of places, my shoes literally stick to the kitchen floor (ewwww, I know). But Cliff wanted to do some cleaning up in the hay fields, and he needed an extra pair of hands. Seeing none of the neighborhood boys anywhere, I volunteered. We moved electric fence back so Cliff could mow with his little John Deere and the brush hog. We put electric fence back that had been pulled out of the way for mowing hay. I removed some random piles of hay that would have smothered out portions of the field and killed alfalfa plants. By the time all that was done, it was lunchtime; I was tired and didn't want to cook, so we each had a salad.
I spent a little time inside, washing dishes and writing a poem. Going to the shop to check on Cliff, I saw him with grease gun in hand, obviously having problems getting his baler greased.
"Need some help?"
"Yeah, come here and take this grease gun, and pump it when I tell you."
Do you have any idea how many grease zerks there are on a hay-baler? Oh, and that's a new word I learned today: zerk. All my life I thought those things were called grease certs; Cliff said most people pronounce it "zert". Of course I had to google it, only to find out he was right. From Webster's Collegiate Dictionary, 10th
edition - "zerk n. [Oscar U. Zerk Am. (Austrian born) inventor] (1926): a grease
fitting."
So no, I haven't mopped. Maybe tomorrow?
Oh, here's the silly poem I wrote today:
11 comments:
WOW, you've been busy!
Hugs to both,
Sugar
We must have gone to the same school, Donna. I TOO thought the word was 'cert'. Bill worked in a service station (remember those? LOL) when we first got married. He serviced cars and would speak of grease zerks. But I thought he said 'cert or sert' Mmmmmm......but now I know what the word is after ALL these years ! Thanks for the info. Never too old to learn I guess. LOL Take care and BLESSIGS. Nance
Oh dear me. I wish I had been there with a camera. :o)
Well, I've been half right for all these years. I called them Zerts. LOL Maybe dad didn't say it clearly enough? Surely there is SOMEONE to blame for our ignorance...other than us, that is.
What a great poem!! I hope Cliff reads it! Funny word "zerk." I never heard of it! Never would have guessed that's what it meant, either! I'm glad Cliff is feeling well enough to do some of his chores....but lets hope he doesn't stress YOU out!
Enjoy your evening.
Pamela
Wish Cliff had of had your camera right about then. Loved your poem. Have a good night. Helen
You are soooo talented. I love the poem -- 'Donna put it all together again !'
I guess we never know what we might be called on to do...Last year you probably had a clean floor and never thought about grease guns. I know I wouldn't . Take good care ! 'On Ya'- ma
Have you talked to Cliff? Maybe you should let him know just how worried you are. That if he does not slow down you will have one from worry about him.
Loved your poem! It is perfect. When your chest is cracked open it is like Humpty Dumpty! Doesn't Cliff hurt? When I started driving after 3 weeks (out of necessity) and I drove all over K.C., I really hurt in the evening. All those muscles were worn outin my chest!!)
Great poem! I really appreciate you sense of humor through all of this. You are in my prayers. Blessings, Penny http://journals.aol.com/firestormkids04/FromHeretoThere
I love the poem and it sounds like that is Cliff to a tee.
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