May I ask for your crossed fingers in the procuring of a load of hay this evening?
On Saturday morning my husband was scheduled to go pick up a load of hay. It was raining, so he rescheduled for Saturday evening. As he was hooking up the trailer to go, the Jimmy got stuck and wouldn't budge, so he rescheduled for Monday afternoon.
He got the Jimmy unstuck, went to work yesterday, and came home to go get that hay. The wheelbarrow tire was flat, so he stopped long enough to inflate it for me and somehow in the process of doing that he backed the Jimmy into the well head and water geysered into the air. This was at 5 pm. so he postponed the hay pick-up and spent the next 6 hours getting the well repaired so we could have water again.
He is set to go get hay YET AGAIN this evening. Needless to say, I am a bit nervous.
Crossed fingers, white light, good energy, prayers... we really need to get this hay!
Once the hay is in the barn, I'll address the metaphorical content of this scenario. :)
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Time for me to BE CAREFUL!!!
Crossing fingers, toes whatever it takes. I know what it's like being anxious to get hay.
Fingers crossed, good luck. Sounds like Murphy's Law is at work here.
Ha, Matthew - and you were. And we have hay! :)
RR, thank you. We weren't totally out yet, but with the hay situation this year, it's nerve-wracking. We have been well-stocked all winter but decided this month to go ahead and use the hay down to the last bales to make sure we didn't lose any to mold or dust.
Thank you, Arlene - I was happy to hear from Matthew on my way home from the office tonight that the hay was in the barn!
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