Friday Favorites ~ minus the favorite part

Don't get me wrong - I still love Fridays. I've really been lovin' Fridays this summer because I've taken every one of them off from work, trying to use up some of my vacation time. But not all Fridays can be play days – some of them have to be hay days.

Today started out well and good, though Smooch was a little surprised to wake up to campers in the garden.  

You know you live in the middle of nowhere when friends ask if they can take their kids on their first camping trip in your yard. The young'uns were under the impression that bears wouldn't come eat them if they stayed within the confines of my fence. Who was I to argue?

I wasn't about to tell them that what they should really fear are the pack rats that roam these parts...and eat the wiring in unsuspecting horse trailers, which I was soon to discover when I hooked up my trailer to go pick up hay.  I had no turn signals or brake lights. The window of hay opportunity is small, so I decided to venture forth anyway.  Does that make me a bad person? Maybe. Bad driver? Yeah, probably. But I rationalized that there is no traffic in the middle of nowhere and nobody would notice.

Today's hay was from the second cutting. The good thing was that it was beautiful and clean and I knew the boys would be lovin' it come winter. The bad thing was that the bales were SO much heavier than last time. Hay Alex and I loaded up 78 bales in the trailer and 16 bales in the truck. Let's see...92 bales times 65 pounds each equals I can eat anything I want this weekend and not gain an ounce. I tied down the bales in the truck and went on my exhausted, sweaty way.

Darn I wish I had a picture to show you from mile marker 12 on Highway 47, when the hay started flying off the truck. You know those scenes where suddenly everything is in slow motion? It was like that. Mercifully, no one was behind me and only one bale hit the pavement and exploded. Three others slid down the side of the truck, got hung up in the rope, and managed to stay there until I could slow down and pull off onto the shoulder. Karma's a bitch, I tell you. That knot would have held had I not been driving around without turn signals and brake lights. Lesson learned and duly noted. 

I arrived home with 91 bales,

only to discover that I needed to restack the old hay before adding the new hay. Deets showed up to commiserate. 

Between the restacking and the unloading, I had to call it quits when I was only half done and starting to get a tad delirious. Tomorrow's another day. Once the trailer is empty, I'll be able to take a good look at the light problem and plot my next move. How hard can it be to rewire a horse trailer? We'll all find out together because if that isn't blog fodder, I don't know what is.