If It's Not One Thing, It's Another...

...and sometimes it's both at the same time.

Farming and boat ownership have a bit in common: things always need to be fixed. One second things will be running smoothly, and the next... complete chaos.

This past Thursday night, I headed out to the farm after work to ride in the combine with Harrison because corn harvest was officially ready to begin! We ate our harvest supper of salami sandwiches, cut one load of corn, and started unloading it, expecting to be in the field way past dark.

We were there way past dark, but not for the reasons we originally thought. Our auger broke just as we were almost done emptying the combine. With no way to get the corn from the combine to the grain bin, we were done cutting for the night.

Harrison started tinkering with the auger and I started scooping corn. Then the chicken house alarm called. Harrison and his dad went to fix the problem there, while I stayed behind to shovel corn.

   

Three 55-gallon drums later, I headed up to the chicken houses to see what was going on. Without going into much detail, the issue had turned into a bigger issue and we had some work on our hands there.

When all was said and done (and scooped and cleaned), we went to bed exhausted and I reflected on the absurdity of it all:

• Sometimes all you can do is laugh.

• You know what they say about best laid plans.

• It is possible for one girl to move half a ton of corn by herself.

• Don't wear socks and crocs to the farm.

• Never assume you're just going for a ride in the combine.

Happy weekend, everyone, and don't every cry over spilt corn!