But I'm not asking him to retire. I'm just asking him to come home at a reasonable hour so we can eat supper before 10:00 pm for once in our lives.
I'm about done. I just need to take the tractor over to my dad's. Follow me so I have a ride back.
Okay, sounds easy enough.
This is farm wife duty #382. Lead or follow equipment with your flashers on. And let me tell you, in an area like ours which is slowly being populated by city-dwellers and yuppies -- they aren't fond of driving behind a slow tractor. They want to live in the country, but they don't want to be bothered by farming, livestock and everything else that comes with life in the country.
My husband always makes fun of Kansas for not having trees. I usually get defensive and come back at him with some sort of joke about his state being full on toothless inbreds. But I must admit, it's rare that you see a tractor pass under a beautiful canopy of trees in the plains.
Or so much pavement. We've got blacktop galore out here. But the nice thing is, I can actually wash my car and it will stay clean... sort of. The second I drive up the gravel lane to our farm it gets a layer of dust on it. But at least I have that few miles of blacktop from town to the farm where I am beaming because I have a shiny clean car. (But lets be honest, I don't think my car has seen a car wash since my mother's last visit .... in October 2009)