11/15 #5
Hard day today. First was changing all the window screens in favor of the storm windows, then clean some barn tools, then unload all of yesterday's wood and stack the stuff that was small enough it didn't need splitting, then unload the wheat bags. Just when it was time to go out for evening chores, a neighboring rancher called and asked for help. Seems she set her keys on her truck's hood and they slipped down into the wheel well/fender, so they needed a ride from their north ranch to the south one. Lannie had to go do chores alone (sorry honey) while I went up to rescue these folks. They showed me what happened and, instead of just giving them a ride, I crawled under their truck, bent back the rubber flap in the fender well, twisted my hand in a way most people cannot, and plucked the keys out between two fingers. I handed her the keys and her husband started berating her, so I gave him a ride back to his house and she came later (presumably after he cooled down). Then dinner (the last of the turkey), finished watching
Avatar, now down here again.
Yeah, that Oldt Phart on the ladder is me, scraping all the tired old paint off this house with a small putty knife. Did I mention I hate ladders? It isn't heights that bother me, or even the fall, but the sudden stop at the bottom.

This was last summer and this 85 year old house was in dire need of a paint job. So then
I painted the entire thing with a 4" paint brush. Here's the finished product:
Surprising what you can do when you
believe you can...