Richer Or Poorer
Some people (usually only friends, family, neighbors or acquaintances are on this list) tend to think that I complain more than one should need to. I don’t feel that I complain too much, but sometimes I have to stop myself from going on and on about a certain need, want, desire or objection. Mike tends to be numero uno for being on the receiving end of my complaints for a couple of reasons.
1. He is always around when the complaining is loud enough to be heard.
2. Most of the criticism has to do with the way he does his things/business/recreation/breathing etc.
3. He can usually take the complaints with a good-natured ‘yes dear’ which calms the situation nearly as well as the ‘you are right’ comment.
There are times, however, when complaining doesn’t cut it, that is when I have to go back to marriage vows for support. Yes I did say, richer or poorer, good times and in bad, and of course, til death do us part. But I do not recall saying with good choices and bad ones. This current complaint deals with the unknown and my critical reproach on this subject may never come to fruition, but then again it might.
I am referring to a piece of equipment that was recently purchased. Normally I am not wild about any new piece because of several reasons.
1. Our barns/storage areas are maxed out already and a new shed would be needed to house anything new.
2. New equipment is wildly expensive both to purchase and maintain.
3. Mike is not a ‘fixer-upper’ type of guy. Repairs are torture with his bear-paw hands and for me to watch.
Yet against my somewhat better judgment, Mike purchased a machine called a TimberJack processor to be used in the woods to cut down trees in our areas that need thinning. When the not-new processor was delivered to the farm on a lowboy trailer, my first thought was that it is HUGE. My second thought was it is a LONG way from being new and that there is going to be a lot of maintenance and repairs. And my third thought was that we do not have any plans for where the beast is going to spend the winter months.
With all my concerns laid out for all to see, I would like to welcome the newest member of our farm, the TimberJack. When he was trailered onto the place, the first thing I noticed was his large boom arm that had the word ‘DANGER’ as bold as can be painted in stark yellow on the black background. I thought, ‘how appropriate’ but considered that might not be a good title for the behemoth. Instead I shortened the word, and I dubbed thee ‘DANG’. So there you go, the newest member of our rag-tag equipment line is Dang. (I don’t think I’ll change the lettering on his large boom just yet until I know if the extra letters will be needed as we go along)
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Before we bought our south 40, it was clear-cut as part of an estate settlement. When the loggers moved in with their equipment, I was leery of watching the forest being cut down. When I saw the piece of equipment (a lot like your TimberJack) cutting down trees and setting them down, it was almost like a dance, and I warmed to the inevitable. Checking out the equipment after its day was done, I noticed the writing on that long arm. I read it as “DANCER” and was pleased that the loggers saw what I saw. Then on closer inspection, I realized that the word was DANGER, but due to years of hard work, part of the “G” was scraped off. So, Susan, since the inevitable has happened, wait a bit to see if it lives up to Mike’s expectations (I know that is a stretch) and maybe you can just scrape a bit off the “G.”