We woke up to a frozen water hose and no furnace...thank goodness we have a fake fireplace with electric heat to take the edge off. It was not easy to get out from under the blankets today.
No combining today, but we did do some moving around. Al went out to get the General dumped at the elevator, but came directly back to the camper to get the dually and the booster cables...Big Jenn did not want to start. It wasn't long after that he called Marilyn to bring another set, because he needed more juice. Apparently it was tough for the General to get going, too.
After getting another set of cables, Marilyn went out to the field and we were able to get it started and while Al took it into the elevator, Marilyn drove back to the other field and started moving the grain cart over to the field where the combine was sitting.
On the road past the elevator, which was a mile over from the destination field, Marilyn crossed some rough railroad tracks and because Al hadn't locked the tarp handle in...not thinking that we would be moving...the handle jumped out and was swinging in the breeze, with the end dragging on the road. Al said it was no biggie, because it leveled of the bevel from the last time it had jumped out of its cradle.
Marilyn had cleaned the windows before leaving the field, but there was a lot of muddy looking splash drops on one side of the cab. She though it was water that was in the little drain tray over the door that had gone flying over the rough tracks. Al could see that one of the inside duals...the last crappy one...had the fluid that was used for ballast bubbling out of a crack. More repairs needed.
We got a ride from Bob's mom and dad back to the other field to get the little Dodge...which is now called "Shimmy" because of the odd and random shimmying it does at high speeds...and Bob's tandem. We got them back to the field and then proceeded to take the shaker pan off the back of the combine so we could see what was needed to replace a rubber skirt that had ripped and was letting the chaff pile up and leave lumps behind the combine.
Once we knew exactly what we needed, Al called the CaseIH dealer in Yorkton to see if they had the part...nope...Regina was the closest place. Marilyn had a theatre meeting in Yorkton, so she couldn't get it...but Al was done for the day, so Al went west and Marilyn went east. Al got back in time to watch his NFL game on TV and Marilyn made it back with a filled propane tank just after 11pm.
Tomorrow we fix...
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