Lots of trouble this week. I was hopin to get the rough completely mowed by the end of Thursday and was hopin for all of Friday off instead of a half day. Well it rained an inch on the course on Tuesday. Lost a day. On Wednesday, a spindle bearing went bad. Not much left of except shavings. Lost a few hours there. UPS brought the parts Thursday about 12:30. I was mowin with it by 1:30. Thought I'd work a couple hours past quittin time to at least get the fariways rimmed and maybe some of the drop areas mowed. Had a belt slip off the pulley about a half hour out. Got it back on the pulley. Then an hour later an electrical wire broke. That was just before 3 PM. A fairly quick fix, but by then my 'gung ho, let's get as much mowed as I can attitude' had left me. Couldn't get started till about 9 AM today due to frost. Mowed about 2 hrs and a different belt slipped off the pulley. As I was putting it back, I noticed that it was all but cut in two. Another bad spindle bearing . . . So I took the little Toro out to trim around the 14 green. The boss threw us off the course at noon. Still a lot of long grass out there.
Had my annual eye exam at 3 PM today. The eyes passed. Not enough change to bother with new glasses. At my age, the Dr. likes to dilate my eyes. That is ok, but today was a very bright, sunshiney day. I drove back to Bryan with my sunglasses and the sunglasses the Dr. gave me. I think a welding helmet would have been more appropriate. It was a tough drive.
One the way home, I got a severe craving for potato chips. I gave in and stopped at this little truck stop outside of Bryan. I go in there and find the chips ok. I'm payin for them when I hear this lady say 'Hi, Mike.' I glance at her and didn't recognize her. I figgered she was talkin to another guy in line. She keeps talkin to me. Finally she says, 'Mike at 225 Gary Dr., now will you talk to me?' I look at her with a heartfelt, sincere blank look and said, 'Who are you? Am I supposed to know you"' Well, it turns out the nice lady is my mail deliverin person. I talk to her all the time. Would you recognize your mail deliverin person if they weren't in their mail deliverin vehicle??? I now know I can't. I still wasn't seein real good at that point anyway, but I don't think it would have made a difference. So I said to her 'I suppose you are gonna tell my lovely and talented, red-headed mail deliverin cousin about this aren't you?' She said 'Yep, got her number on speed dial.' as she pulled out her phone. I'm sure I will be hearing from that cousin soon. She lives to harass me about anything and everything, even if it isn't my fault. She may even make a special trip over to the house. Gonna hafta keep the garage door closed all the time for a while . . .
You'll hafta excuse any misspelled words or stuff that makes no sense what so ever. I'm still not seein real clear yet.
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