Well, it took a little prodding but I got Bruce going today on the Farm Wish List. I swear he is allergic to spending money, but after online searches and then an up close and personal visit to actually see the item in the flesh, he finally pulled the trigger. Yee Haw. Tomorrow they'll be meeting us at the Farm to deliver a new refrigerator--and not a moment too soon. Now, for those of you who are thinking I pulled out all the stops and got the most expensive one they had, r-e-l-a-x. I didn't. He wanted the one that was more expensive than the one I liked. Go figure. But the freezer section on his sucked. BAD. So we went with a clean, fresh Whirlpool with an ice maker up top--not in the door--and just plain old, plain old-- the no frills package. If the object here is to s-t-r-e-t-c-h every buck as far as we can, so we can do more, well, that's what we're gonna do.
Bruce has done major research for a replacement part for the gate that was crashed, and should know more on Monday about getting it repaired. (This was actually brother John C. Harris's job, but you can't ever get him to do a lick of work unless he wants to, so we're just moving on without his help.) He will howl if he knows I said this because he knows it's true. Anyway, we drove up this afternoon to find the actual number on the gate part, and do some additional measuring and cyphering. We ended up doing some minor stuff like AC filter changing (nasty) and making sure Rodney, the Farm caretaker, had done the list Bruce had given him earlier. As we had figured, he'd done about one of the things on the list, which was fix the TV antenna. Gee...that just leaves the rest of the list for us to ride herd on him about, and little does he know we're gonna be back up there tomorrow. And there are two of us. And one of him. Poor guy. And he's never seen us tag team, either. Tomorrow's gonna be a l-o-n-g day, Rodney.
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