My Day Thus Far
Up at five, build fire in the fireplace insert.
Go to the shop, feed the cat, set the blades on the planner, test it, straight and true.
Walk up the lane to text a message to Tyler about an impending job, not enough layers on, and it's cold.
Eat breakfast.
Plug in tractor-heater in preparation for Jason from John Deere service call.
Bring in more firewood, feed the fire.
Run the tractor up and down the lane a few times to warm it up.
Jason comes and we spend the next 90 minutes servicing the tractor.
Lunch outside, then inside when it gets too cold.
Fall asleep after lunch before the fire.
Do some domestic cleaning.
Walk up the road and through the woods, see a down tree on a lane.
Come home, get the 4-wheeler running, fill the chainsaw with gas and oil, tighten the chain, ride through the woods to the lane, cut the fallen oak into three eight foot sections.
Come home, take the tractor and pick up the three sections with the front-end loader.
Bring the wood home and cut and split most of it.
Feed the cat, take off work boots and put on walking shoes.
Walk up the lane again, get the mail, work out the soreness in knees and back.
Come home, wash up for dinner, listen to phone messages, check email: friend and half his family test positive.
Check news, read articles on drought before dinner.
Have dinner. Clean up.
Sit in front of the fire, watch t.v. while typing and Martha reads a novel on her ipad.
Daydream about a hug in a church, imagine how lynn would put it into words.
Poetry by jim
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Written on 2022-01-05 at 02:06
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