So, I was loading hay for a retired fellow yesterday.
I've been just a little uptight, not so uptight that I don't blog at 7:20 a.m. today, but I've been working late. I have to get my grain drill ready to plant Saturday, or Monday. I've discovered it needs a lot more work than I thought.
My sometimes-a-great-employee was going to help but he many crisis events yesterday.
So, I'm loading hay and there is a piece of tin loose on the side of the barn. It is making a lot of noise. The retired guy says he is going to bring me an extension ladder and will help me.
I say sure, if you climb the ladder. It is a tall building.
Then he brings over the ladder. He just drops off his trailer which has the ladder strapped to it.
It is a 10 foot extension ladder. The barn is something like 20ft to the eaves. The ladder is not going to work as you can see.
He threatens to come back and help me.
So I got the old loader tractor out and pushed the berry vines away from the shed.
Then I climbed the loader, and then the hay pick up fork thing that attaches in place of the bucket. It was a little twitch in the wind. I didn't have the nerve to stand on tiptoe and screw in the last little bit below the eves.
I am afraid of heights.
Here is a view of
This is the view before I climbed the loader. The tractor is sort of stuck, I debated about just leaving it there for six months but decided perhaps that was just pathetic... It was holding the tin against the wall.