It seems like a great idea to go run some errands. Flynn, aka Mother Goose, has a conniption fit and tries to prevent me from leaving. Since I didn't have general anesthesia and I'm not taking pain medicine, legally, I can drive. Logically, probably not. Being reasonable isn't my strong suit.
Mother Goose evaded, I soon have issues with the farm truck. The wobble gets worse. I pull over at a church and a good samaritan materializes from the cemetery. He figured out that it's a blown belt in my tire. I'm less than 2 miles from our tire shop. Guardian angels once again working overtime for me.
Back on the farm, I attempt to remain off Mother Goose's radar.
Multiple evasion tactics employed.
Since I can't crouch to get in the chicken coop, it will now be Flynn's job for 6 weeks. He finds 2 snakes eating the eggs, he brings one back to me to hold while he returns to capture the other. I'm trying to make supper, hold a snake that's coiling itself up on my scooter...
Attempt to multitask are dropped, more fun to play with a snake. I had her so calm that I had opened my hand and she never moved. Flynn relocated them both on the other side of the barn.
Never a dull day around here.
"The harder you work, the harder it is to surrender." Inky Johnson
