Provided I even get it to work. I’m practicing to see if I can remember everything Sandy so patiently tried to teach me. It’s just me, driving the gator. Dragging the ring. One of those glamorous little details of farm life. I made the mistake of showing Dave how to use the new video camera. I deleted most of his shots and confiscated the darn thing before I got into the shower. He just has too much fun.
Well, nobody came to play with me today, despite the fact that it isn’t really a downpour out there. More like steady rain. Occasionally heavy rain, but I wouldn’t call it an actual downpour. Sissies. I guess I clean tack. I seem to have a never ending supply of dirty tack.