Good day today

[UncleWillie]

Well took the slave force home completely worn out but ready to come back tomorrow to make more money. Both of them are out of work and are in dire straights for cash. They got all my tires organized and moved where they need to be except for one small pile and they got the barn emptied out.

While they did that I gutted a Ford Explorer and took it to the scrap yard, got gas at the worlds slowest gas pump ( 25 minutes for $40), fixed the front of my workshop where some siding got torn off, chopped the head off of three chickens, and pulled some old signs out of the junk pile and hung them on my workshop.

Steph cleaned the 3 chickens and generally sat around looking cute and pregnant.




Tomorrow we are going to take all the parts out of the parts building, photo and catalog them then put them in the barn in some kind of order. If there is time the storage building up the hill is going to be emptied out and put in what was the parts building, the baby's room.
Whew this kid is a lot of work.

Only thing that went wrong all day was the ignition switch on the tractor broke after the guys unloaded the last load of tires. Cost me a whopping $29 to fix it.

 

[UncleWillie]

Tonight took a turn for the odd. A woman called me about 5:45pm (right in the middle of my first beer) and said she had a 98 Lincoln Navigator that she couldn't get a title from the guy she bought it from and the apartment complex left her a notice that they were going to tow it since it wasn't tagged. Rather than loose it and have nothing she wanted to scrap it and at least get some money for it. So we loaded up and drive to the far side of Charlotte and loaded it up, paid her and left. Oddly enough we did nothing to damage the truck when we loaded it or strapped it down. Usually on a vehicle that I know I am going to have to sell I throw the winch cable over the top of it and use it to pull the monster tailgate up so I don't have to lift it. About 6 miles down the road my phone rang and it was her, in tears, saying that when she walked back in the apartment her phone was ringing and it was the guy she bought the truck from saying the title had come back today and would I please bring it back and she would pay me for gas. So we carried it back and she stood on the sidewalk and cried as I backed into the parking space. Made me feel like Santa Clause.

 

[Jason W.]

Sounds like youre day still turned out well.

The Chronicles of WarBeast, I enjoy reading your daily adventures!