It rained!

   After two long, ambitious days it dawned on me this is not a race (see poetry below. The small rain received was an affirmation of a slower day. Putting the bathroom back together after frozen pipes and plumbing repair was was a huge reminder. I AM NOT A CARPENTER AND PARTICULARLY NOT A FINISHER! But, it's done and I doubt Joanne would complain.
    Mechanical work is more my speed. I'd rate myself a C mechanic and a D- finish carpenter. "Measure once, cut twice and it's still too short." Tractor B, hasn't bee running quite right. Driving down the road in road gear the engine will hesitate a moment and restart with a tremendous backfire. When I checked my diagnoses, faulty coil, with Ed he concurred that it was a good guess. After installation of the new coil the tractor started...that's always good news...but the test will come when I put it to use.

    This poem speaks to my decision to have a slow day.

Against Speed
by Jonathan Greene

To be anywhere
you have to speed down
and walk slowly

to know intimately
just your small plot
of earth

that was given to you
by luck and
divine Chance.

Driving by—
so many racing
beyond the speed limit—

you learned nothing
except life has
passed you by.

Takk for alt,

Al

Today's prairie picture.