Moving the stuff home

I got all my junk from the auction moved home, truck bed, tractor, and lumber. I pulled the trailer home with my truck and Dad brought the truck bed Sunday. He was a bit grouchy but I looked past it, because I know he don't feel good.

Spent the rest of the weekend cleaning up and working on the siding

The farm continues

What is a farm without a tractor? This is a good one and the idiots at work can't define what a farm is. Here in farm country farms are everywhere and every size. They grow everything including exotics, beans , produce, grain, livestock, tobacco, grapes, fruit, trees you name it, but no one can define the word farm, because you get into Premium Standard Farms, Boone's Farm, Hillshire Farms, and now Tye Farms, or occasionally Known as Tyestick Farms. Tyestick was a nickname I had in the service after the alternative smoking herbal material of choice for the second platoon of Lima Company, Third Batallion, Fifth Marine Regiment. So the idiots at work are wont to accuse me of growing marijuana (now all you idiots in your ninja suits, you'll find none of that here, I haven't been into that in 25 years) when Tye farms is pretty much a ........tree farm/private park. Growing yet not in official existence. Added a tractor and a truck and got a truck bed at my dad's auction.

Don't get me started on my dad. We all come and go. Listen to Lita Ford's "Lisa" and that pretty much says it for me. Lita wrote that one about her mother, who was dying of cancer at the time.