LOL...my update post was pretty accurate, however, I did leave out a few tidbits of the last week or so...
While bush-hogging the yard...the mower was broken beyond useful, timely repair, so I hooked up the bushhog and made the best of it...I caught the oil sending unit wire thing. Doesn't sound too terrible, does it? Well, let me tell you what that blasted little pencil-thin wire does....it rolls about the left side of the tractor (a Ford 5500) and in the space of a mere 18-24 inches, it coils and loopy-loops about 4 foot or better and connects to a small compression screw thing at the front of that side. Well....it did connect...I somehow caught that long twirled, loopy-loop wire coil and pulled it plum free....and dumped a full gallon of oil out of the tractor. It covered not only the entire left side of the tractor clear back to the back tire, but it coated me as well, from head to toe. And it left a rather bleak looking blackened stripe of a rainbow across the front side yard.
I called Dewey, who of course, figured I had just totally blown the motor of Ol' Blue here. He resigned himself (being at work and not able to see what happened) to the fact that he was most likely a man without a tractor now. I donned a new, oil-free dress and headed to the neighbors for help. Mr Ted came up, chuckled a bit at the sight of the oiled up me left over, the blackened yard strip and the new black tone to Ol' Blue there. He immediately saw what I did, pulled a new fitting screw thingie from his truck and repaired my trouble...and even put in a full gallon of fresh oil for me. Ahhh, the children wouldn't be motherless afterall.
However.....as I put the tractor back to rest in the area behind the barn, I apparently ran over an antler. The tractor hasn't been touched in near two weeks now, so we didn't know this until this weekend. Matthew was gathering a couple young pullets on the loose and noticed the antler poking out of the rear tire and came to tell us. Hmmm....didn't know we had any antlers drifting about the yard....didn't know I'd run over a thing putting the tractor back there either. It could have been worse....could have been a full rack. Still, I wonder how on earth I managed that....maybe it wasn't me but some wayward buck trying to joust with the tractor? Yeah, well....
Then you have the broken bedroom window (three guesses as to who did this one...your first two don't count....) Wild child had what we will call a momentary lapse of better judgment and threw a fit when sent in for a much much needed nap. He threw a small lap harp across the room....and right through the window. argghh. To say wild child had a rather stern talking to is being mild.
I won't even tell you what he did this morning. He may never see the light of day out of the corner I've placed him in. I noticed Carrie is having a session on yelling at your children....well, not yelling at them, but our helping each other learn to deal better with our children without the loudness. Let's just say I most certainly need that accountability and helpful sharing with moms on that score now. Not just because of the wildness factor around here, but simply because I am who I am, and some things are simply too difficult to overcome alone. Sure, God has my back so to speak, but I have to initiate the work of this all pretty much myself. I have a lot of work to do and this timely little boot camp sharing from Carrie is absolutely what I need!
See...we might seem to live a boring homestead life here...Folks in the city, folks with big dreams and big needs and wants might have a more active lifestyle that we seem to...But the simple fact that we live in the rural-ness that we do, with a large family such as we have, with a wild child like dear sweet Jacob...there is nothing even remotely 'simple' about our lifestyle. It's work...it's constant motion and emotion...it's our homesteading adventure in all it's glory out here. I have some friends who shudder to imagine living as we do with the self-chosen limited resources of the outside world (like true internet access and television or cable access...), but truthfully, I don't think many of them would last a couple of weeks out here.......same as I would go positively insane in a town, let alone a fast-paced city!
Deanna I'm with u I would rather be in the woods than the city. Boy tractors and u I don't know.. Sounds like me.. But now I have my own tractor and I'm not aloud to use Ray's big tractor..
~Always Planning for Whatever May Come... Mrs Survival site
~Sewing and baking, of course
~write letters
~Pasta made, dried and stored away
~barn repairs, on-going
~bush hogging & timber clean-up, on-going
~List books at BookMooch.com
~build a new mailbox post
~monthly quilt blocks
No indulgences of self will can be trivial, no denial unprofitable; Heaven or Hell depends on this alone. A parent who studies to subdue it in his child works together with God in the renewing and saving of their soul. The parent who indulges it does the devil's work, makes religion impractical, salvation unattainable, and does all that in him lies to damn his child, soul and body, forever.
Susanna Wesley
At The School Desks
We are a Christian family desiring to raise our children with the primary focus of Training their Hearts!
I have no greater joy, than to hear my children walk in truth... III John 1:4
Train up the child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it... Proverbs 22:6
Oh, that their hearts would be inclined to fear me and keep all my commands always, so that it might go well with them and their children forever!... Deuteronomy 5:29
Our mission in life is not to go to some far-off foreign land, but to work at home and in our churches and home communities. Our goal should not be to leave behind riches and possessions, farms and homes for our children, but a priceless heritage they will cherish enough to work fervently to pass along to their children. It has been done for generations and with God's help it can still be done. In teaching our children, we are striving toward a deep understanding of who they are In Christ. I am . . . a child of God, a gift to my parents and my country. I'm a person of great value because God made me. I can . . . do all things through Christ who strengthens me. God has made me able to do everything required of me. I ought . . . to do my duty to obey God, to submit to my parents and everyone in authority over me, to be of service to others, and to keep myself healthy with proper food and rest so my body is ready to serve. I will . . . resolve to keep a watch over my thoughts and choose what's right even if it's not what I want.
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