Midsummer baling and things that sap my energy

 This was a bad week. I have been trying to bale a small area of test plots. I need to put them in two tie bales.  It has been problematic. 

First it rained, which put us behind a couple days. Then I discovered a bearing out on the double rake. There were no parts in stock and it is a metric bearing which cross references to a standard bearing which is 1 mm bigger. 

Then I go to the field and I found another bearing out. Not sure how I missed that. I hosed it down with chain lube and it stopped getting hot. I also picked up another fire extinguisher.

The field is made up of a lot of small test plots. The test plots are separated by bare dirt. I need to get all the straw off of the bare dirt.  This requires a separate adjustment on the rake. Hitting the ground with the rake tines tends to break tines and ruin bearings.

Then I raked the rows too heavy. The BC5070 does not like to make 16 stroke bales. I should have brought over the White 2-60 but lately I have just not had the mental energy it takes to do it right. I am using the White 2-135 and have to unhook and hook between the rake and baler.

The Tachometer in the Digital Dash has quit on the 2-135. Probably a simple wire. Or not. I can tell when it is 92 strokes per minute. Or maybe it was 102. Nothing broke. Lots of crappy bales but I stuffed them in the stacker and brought them home.

Last weekend I attempted to ride motorcycles with my nephews. By the time I figured out how to ride again, I broke the bike. The nut and washer came off the countershaft. I looked them up on eBay. A little hard to find as they are special. However, I walked back along my path and I found them. Of course they are now setting in the ash tray of my pickup. Where they will stay for the next five years...

My daughter moved out Friday. This was dramatic and stupid. She is going into a cycle where I suspected something was up. Similar events happened a year ago. She went to live with her Aunt and Uncle. Much frustration could have been avoided if her aunt would have communicated with my wife. Fucking boomer hippies with their missionary complex. I called up the Uncle and provided needed information.

While it was a bad idea to move for three specific reasons. I really wish I could have negotiated things down to where she would be back in two months or so. She really had a good setup here and I really needed her help.

I had been working her back into my farm operations. I was getting her to run the rake and building small successes.  

Eight years working at that fucking university and my daughter comes back from one of the last "Conservative" colleges in the Northwest in worse shape then when I dropped her off.

Keep your children away from iPhones, the internet, Democrat relatives, and Liberal Arts Universities... Also, I am pretty sure weed is bad for you...