My tractor has been giving me some trouble lately. First the broken plow, and then electrical problems. A bit of a pain, but good practice of my diagnosis and repair skills.
About a year ago, Brother Harold posted about a can of condensed milk that went bad in storage. Yesterday was our turn to discover the hazards of long-term food storage, in the form of a bad can of olives.
Learning to weld has been on my skills list for a long time. So last week, while the BLIZZARD OF THE CENTURY!!!!! raged elsewhere in New England, but still left me with 8″ to clean up and resulted in a broken plow, I decided to seize the opportunity.
A mere four days since my catastrophic gun safe failure, and I’m back in action. The riveting tale ensues.
Mrs. P and Grace just came home from a quick jaunt to Walmart. While they were unpacking their goodies, Grace related an all-too common scene from modern law enforcement, unfolding not 3 miles from our house.
Today was the last Saturday of my extended Christmas vacation. So much left to do, so I got up early and tried to get started on my list. It was going great until I walked past my gun safe.
We’ve developed a family tradition for dark winter nights. In lieu of a full bonfire, mainly because I don’t want the fire department showing up, we burn Swedish candles: