August 14

View of the day-The farmer's son "bale surfs" as his dad pulls a stack of bales on the hauler.

We didn't wake up to rain for a change...no...it showed up just after dinner. It never ends.

While it sprinkled off and on throughout the afternoon, we worked on the books. Al calling out the numbers and Marilyn entering them. It took a couple of shifts to get it done, but by midnight we had that job wrapped up. It quit raining and the sun attempted to show itself a few times, but never really succeeded in winning the battle with the clouds.

We took a break around 5pm, Marilyn walked downtown and Al met her at the community store shortly after. Once we picked up a few groceries, we decided to take a trip to Robinson, ten miles east of Tuttle. We checked out the fields of wheat we will be combining (someday...sigh) then cruised into Robinson to check it out. On our way in, we passed a young lad sitting on a tractor roof by some bales in the ditch, we recognised him as the farmer's son so we stopped for a chat. He was waiting for his dad to show up with the trailer to haul the bales home.

After leaving town, we could see the trailer was in the ditch getting ready to pick up the bales so we stopped to watch and have a chat with the farmer after he was done with the bottom layer. His son scrambled up to the top of the bales just as he was backing under them and proceeded to "surf" them as the trailer moved underneath the stack...kids...

We went back to Tuttle, had supper...Al put a mark on the calendar noting that Marilyn had actually used the stove in the camper. While we were working, we thought we heard a semi passing by on the road, then we realised...oh crap...thunder. Yep, a look on the radar showed a tiny red cell on the map heading our way. Fortunately it was all bark and no bite as it passed by with nary a spritz. We tied back into the bookwork again, and before you knew it, it's 1am and the blog is finally getting done.

Not gonna jinx by saying anything about tomorrow...