Moving Manure, and other kinds of piles...

So on Saturday afternoon, I was on my Dad's tractor, taking the manure pile apart and taking it over to the compost pile, one bucket load at at time.



Today, I'm on my butt, moving links and other people's blogs over to this new template, one website address at a time.

Holy crap, I would rather be on the tractor.




It was so easy and so therapeutic. I got better at handling the hydraulic bucket every time I took another chunk outta that pile. I could see progress as the pile got smaller and the compost pile got bigger. I was getting back into the hang of shifting the tractor without chattering the gears.

But this...this Blogger thing...it's infuriating! I can't find where all my links went! They said they'd save a copy of my old template but I don't know where it is!! I feel like crying, I'm so frustrated! I'm sure I'll like this LAYOUT better than the old TEMPLATE once I get it all together, but you see, I fear change. And, I'm not very good at guessing where things should go or what to do next.

Driving the tractor though...well after a few minutes I felt like I always knew how to do it.


I started driving this tractor and the AR when I was about ten years old. I don't get many chances to get on it anymore. But I love it. Some people say you never forget how to ride a bike but not me- I haven't forgotten how to drive a tractor.

The bucket thing was new though.

I have a clue how to blog. But this layout/template thing is new.


I guess all of this comes down to the same thing: moving s**t around.

Both feel like a monumental time suck.

Both take a learning curve.

Both stink.

It was so hot that day I had sweat dripping down the sides of my face. When the rain started I kept going. I don't want to keep going with this because it isn't fun but I have to fix it up. I have many other things I'd rather do today but dammit the pile's gotta get moved. It ain't gonna move itself.

(My Photographer took these pictures from the upstairs bedroom window because she didn't want to melt in the rain.)


(Please remind me what your blog address is if it's not up in the list yet. I'm going on memory here and well, my memory's just not very good.)

(And please feel free to tell my how awesome I look in my thrift store overalls and my new John Deere hat. I need the cheering up!)