“If only I could find someone who
could run a combine,” he said as he went out the door.
What? He doesn’t think I could run
a combine? Hmph!
Whenever he’s suggested it, I’ve
thought he was joking and have replied, “Are you sure you want to let me loose on your machinery?” because I might not recognize, for
instance, that the motor is making a funny noise and should be turned off
before it’s wrecked. But then, that would be the case for anyone who hasn’t run
a combine in more than 30 years, and then only ran it once or twice, as I
recall, to help Dad.
I didn’t scurry after Scott and say
“What about me? I’m available!” because I just got up and hadn’t even had
coffee yet.
Have I mentioned that I gave my notice at the newspaper several weeks ago and am now happily, for the moment anyway, unemployed? Which leaves me free to head out onto our road every day to enjoy sights like this:
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