BYC Café

[Mtn Margie]

Bunny, I like your story. I think it is pretty funny and I am glad Critter finally got his weed whacker.

 

[scottcaddy]

Morning! Coffee and Tea are on..
Now this is just a duh.... anyone up here should know better!
"Bears are out and about. Close those ground floor windows! I just had a bear come in my bedroom window. Thankfully ____ were sleeping upstairs and I just heard a bunch of banging around. It seems to have scared itself knocking down the lamp and gone back out but it could have wreaked havoc and been a very nasty surprise if I'd been sleeping in my bed."

Good Morning! Margie
Bear's in the bedroom was the bed too hard or too soft?
Hope that you have a good bear day.
Thanks for doing the setup for us I need all the help I can get this slow as mud morning.
Scott

 

[Bunnylady]

Mornin' y'all!

Scott, that's funny. You think the bear was paying Goldilocks a return visit?

Hey, Margie! Thanks for the coffee.

I'm just glad what we were waiting on wasn't perishable. The cardboard box was de-laminating, so clearly it got wet somewhere along the line (it seems the neighbor finally dropped it off himself; I'm wondering if he had left it out for the carrier, and she couldn't find it for some reason. With her, I could believe it - after all, she apparently couldn't find a sky blue Cape Cod at the end of a 150 ft driveway . . . )

Well, BB2K and I had a little adventure yesterday.

The farmers around here are finally cutting hay, and there are some folks about 45 minutes from here that I particularly like to get hay from. They had told us they were going to be putting hay up yesterday, and if we were willing to pick it up in the field, they'd sell it for a dollar less than the price from the barn (which is still a good price for a good product!). Since Critter wasn't available yesterday, it was down to BB2K and me. So yesterday afternoon, with the temperature in the mid-80's, we hooked the trailer to the Explorer and off we went.

The trip up had a few moments of drama. At one point, I had to back the trailer in a left turn lane, in traffic because a guy driving a tractor-trailer didn't have room enough to make a right-hand turn onto the road we were on (BB2K found suddenly being faced with the grill of a semi just a little unnerving). Fortunately, that trailer backs easily, and everyone was paying attention, so no problems. A paving project had us crawling past a construction zone for a couple of miles (that's gotta be miserable work in the summer heat - the traffic volume around Wilmington means they usually work at night, when at least it's cooler). The last few miles of the trip were on winding country roads, something BB2K doesn't see that often . . . she found the scenery most pleasant, though the lack of a wifi signal was cause for some angst. A couple of miles from our destination, the tranquility of the scenery was shattered by a semi lying on its side in the ditch, with a few emergency vehicles on either side of the road near it. I guess someone tried to take the corner too fast. We tiptoed past (and breathed a prayer for everyone's safety) and arrived at our destination about 10 minutes later. As we bounced and rattled down the bumpy farm road, I looked at the hay field, with its long, lovely windrows of ready-to-bale hay, but empty of anything else, and remarked, "I have an uneasy feeling that's the hay we are here to pick up." After a few minutes, we located someone, who told us that yes, that was it - the baler had broken down on them. They had just put the little bit of hay they had gotten done (about 60 bales) into the barn, and were on their way to see what, if anything, they could do with the baler, when we turned up. They helped us load the trailer, and learned that BB2K isn't just a pretty face - those were heavy bales, and she wrestled them onto the trailer like a trooper. Because we had intended to pick it up in the field, and the lack of hay there was their problem, not mine, they charged me field price - most thoughtful. They also told me that a friend was going to help out with his baler today, if they couldn't get theirs fixed - with a good chance of rain in the forecast starting late today and continuing through the forecast period, I sure hope they get it all put up in time.

Back on the road (and wearing a fair amount of hay - you know how it is, that stuff gets everywhere) we were forced to take a detour around the area where the semi was on its side (one of the firemen manning the barricade told me the truck driver was OK, thankfully). Other than that, the journey home was uneventful. Critter got home shortly after we did, and helped by backing the trailer close to the shed building where the hay gets stored (the track is narrow, with big trees on either side in awkward places), but he really wasn't up to helping us unload and quit about a third of the way into the load. There were only about 40 bales, but I swear they averaged 50 lbs apiece - I wrestle 50 lb bags of feed all the time, but some of these bales I could barely lift. They were being moved in and out of tight quarters, so there was a lot of clambering around and wrestling involved. At one point, as I stopped to wipe sweat out of my eyes, I yelled at the horses, "I hope you appreciate this!!"

We got it done, though today, I feel as if one of those steamrollers from the construction zone took a couple of passes over me during the night . . .

 

[Akrnaf2]

Mornin' y'all!

Scott, that's funny. You think the bear was paying Goldilocks a return visit?

Hey, Margie! Thanks for the coffee.

I'm just glad what we were waiting on wasn't perishable. The cardboard box was de-laminating, so clearly it got wet somewhere along the line (it seems the neighbor finally dropped it off himself; I'm wondering if he had left it out for the carrier, and she couldn't find it for some reason. With her, I could believe it - after all, she apparently couldn't find a sky blue Cape Cod at the end of a 150 ft driveway . . . )

Well, BB2K and I had a little adventure yesterday.

The farmers around here are finally cutting hay, and there are some folks about 45 minutes from here that I particularly like to get hay from. They had told us they were going to be putting hay up yesterday, and if we were willing to pick it up in the field, they'd sell it for a dollar less than the price from the barn (which is still a good price for a good product!). Since Critter wasn't available yesterday, it was down to BB2K and me. So yesterday afternoon, with the temperature in the mid-80's, we hooked the trailer to the Explorer and off we went.

The trip up had a few moments of drama. At one point, I had to back the trailer in a left turn lane, in traffic because a guy driving a tractor-trailer didn't have room enough to make a right-hand turn onto the road we were on (BB2K found suddenly being faced with the grill of a semi just a little unnerving). Fortunately, that trailer backs easily, and everyone was paying attention, so no problems. A paving project had us crawling past a construction zone for a couple of miles (that's gotta be miserable work in the summer heat - the traffic volume around Wilmington means they usually work at night, when at least it's cooler). The last few miles of the trip were on winding country roads, something BB2K doesn't see that often . . . she found the scenery most pleasant, though the lack of a wifi signal was cause for some angst. A couple of miles from our destination, the tranquility of the scenery was shattered by a semi lying on its side in the ditch, with a few emergency vehicles on either side of the road near it. I guess someone tried to take the corner too fast. We tiptoed past (and breathed a prayer for everyone's safety) and arrived at our destination about 10 minutes later. As we bounced and rattled down the bumpy farm road, I looked at the hay field, with its long, lovely windrows of ready-to-bale hay, but empty of anything else, and remarked, "I have an uneasy feeling that's the hay we are here to pick up." After a few minutes, we located someone, who told us that yes, that was it - the baler had broken down on them. They had just put the little bit of hay they had gotten done (about 60 bales) into the barn, and were on their way to see what, if anything, they could do with the baler, when we turned up. They helped us load the trailer, and learned that BB2K isn't just a pretty face - those were heavy bales, and she wrestled them onto the trailer like a trooper. Because we had intended to pick it up in the field, and the lack of hay there was their problem, not mine, they charged me field price - most thoughtful. They also told me that a friend was going to help out with his baler today, if they couldn't get theirs fixed - with a good chance of rain in the forecast starting late today and continuing through the forecast period, I sure hope they get it all put up in time.

Back on the road (and wearing a fair amount of hay - you know how it is, that stuff gets everywhere) we were forced to take a detour around the area where the semi was on its side (one of the firemen manning the barricade told me the truck driver was OK, thankfully). Other than that, the journey home was uneventful. Critter got home shortly after we did, and helped by backing the trailer close to the building shed where the hay gets stored (the track is narrow, with big trees on either side in awkward places), but he really wasn't up to helping us unload and quit about a third of the way into the load. There were only about 40 bales, but I swear they averaged 50 lbs apiece - I wrestle 50 lb bags of feed all the time, but some of these bales I could barely lift. They were being moved in and out of tight quarters, so there was a lot of clambering around and wrestling involved. At one point, as I stopped to wipe sweat out of my eyes, I yelled at the horses, "I hope you appreciate this!!"

We got it done, though today, I feel as if one of those steamrollers from the construction zone took a couple of passes over me during the night . . .

You really need a strong black coffee with cardamon seeds

!

And all of this for somthing that will be horse dung!.....

 

[scottcaddy]

Mornin' y'all!

Scott, that's funny. You think the bear was paying Goldilocks a return visit?

Hey, Margie! Thanks for the coffee.

I'm just glad what we were waiting on wasn't perishable. The cardboard box was de-laminating, so clearly it got wet somewhere along the line (it seems the neighbor finally dropped it off himself; I'm wondering if he had left it out for the carrier, and she couldn't find it for some reason. With her, I could believe it - after all, she apparently couldn't find a sky blue Cape Cod at the end of a 150 ft driveway . . . )

Well, BB2K and I had a little adventure yesterday.

The farmers around here are finally cutting hay, and there are some folks about 45 minutes from here that I particularly like to get hay from. They had told us they were going to be putting hay up yesterday, and if we were willing to pick it up in the field, they'd sell it for a dollar less than the price from the barn (which is still a good price for a good product!). Since Critter wasn't available yesterday, it was down to BB2K and me. So yesterday afternoon, with the temperature in the mid-80's, we hooked the trailer to the Explorer and off we went.

The trip up had a few moments of drama. At one point, I had to back the trailer in a left turn lane, in traffic because a guy driving a tractor-trailer didn't have room enough to make a right-hand turn onto the road we were on (BB2K found suddenly being faced with the grill of a semi just a little unnerving). Fortunately, that trailer backs easily, and everyone was paying attention, so no problems. A paving project had us crawling past a construction zone for a couple of miles (that's gotta be miserable work in the summer heat - the traffic volume around Wilmington means they usually work at night, when at least it's cooler). The last few miles of the trip were on winding country roads, something BB2K doesn't see that often . . . she found the scenery most pleasant, though the lack of a wifi signal was cause for some angst. A couple of miles from our destination, the tranquility of the scenery was shattered by a semi lying on its side in the ditch, with a few emergency vehicles on either side of the road near it. I guess someone tried to take the corner too fast. We tiptoed past (and breathed a prayer for everyone's safety) and arrived at our destination about 10 minutes later. As we bounced and rattled down the bumpy farm road, I looked at the hay field, with its long, lovely windrows of ready-to-bale hay, but empty of anything else, and remarked, "I have an uneasy feeling that's the hay we are here to pick up." After a few minutes, we located someone, who told us that yes, that was it - the baler had broken down on them. They had just put the little bit of hay they had gotten done (about 60 bales) into the barn, and were on their way to see what, if anything, they could do with the baler, when we turned up. They helped us load the trailer, and learned that BB2K isn't just a pretty face - those were heavy bales, and she wrestled them onto the trailer like a trooper. Because we had intended to pick it up in the field, and the lack of hay there was their problem, not mine, they charged me field price - most thoughtful. They also told me that a friend was going to help out with his baler today, if they couldn't get theirs fixed - with a good chance of rain in the forecast starting late today and continuing through the forecast period, I sure hope they get it all put up in time.

Back on the road (and wearing a fair amount of hay - you know how it is, that stuff gets everywhere) we were forced to take a detour around the area where the semi was on its side (one of the firemen manning the barricade told me the truck driver was OK, thankfully). Other than that, the journey home was uneventful. Critter got home shortly after we did, and helped by backing the trailer close to the building shed where the hay gets stored (the track is narrow, with big trees on either side in awkward places), but he really wasn't up to helping us unload and quit about a third of the way into the load. There were only about 40 bales, but I swear they averaged 50 lbs apiece - I wrestle 50 lb bags of feed all the time, but some of these bales I could barely lift. They were being moved in and out of tight quarters, so there was a lot of clambering around and wrestling involved. At one point, as I stopped to wipe sweat out of my eyes, I yelled at the horses, "I hope you appreciate this!!"

We got it done, though today, I feel as if one of those steamrollers from the construction zone took a couple of passes over me during the night . . .

Good Afternoon! Bunny
Our hay-burners never acted like they needed to show any appreciation for stuff like that

Good to see that BB2k can/will help with the hot/sweaty/dirty/heavy part of owning horses!
Scott

 

[WVduckchick]

Good afternoon everyone! Been a super busy couple of weeks at work for me, and not getting any better, but I've missed the Café java, so I thought I'd swing through and make sure everyone is still alive and well.

Hope no one is melting in this heat wave. Wow its been hot here!!

And Benny! Thanks for joining the coffee bunch!

Sir Sour - speaking of deodorant, etc... I'm going to tell on my hubby, and hope he never sees this. He is a monster sweater. Huge underarm stains on most of his shirts, in this type of weather, his whole shirt would be wet, undershirt included.
Well, apparently he found an article in one of the monthly booklets (the cute name escapes me) from the Dollar Shave Club about man-scaping. It said that men that sweat and have heavy underarm hair, deodorant does no good because it doesn't really reach the skin. Its in the hair. So it suggested "trimming" the underarm fur. Heck, I'm the only one who sees his underarms, so who else cares, right? So he took his beard trimmer and shortened the hair. Not total bald shave job, just minimized the fluff, ya know? But.... it worked!! No more wet shirts!!

 

[Akrnaf2]

Good afternoon everyone! Been a super busy couple of weeks at work for me, and not getting any better, but I've missed the Café java, so I thought I'd swing through and make sure everyone is still alive and well.

Hope no one is melting in this heat wave. Wow its been hot here!!

And Benny! Thanks for joining the coffee bunch!

Sir Sour - speaking of deodorant, etc... I'm going to tell on my hubby, and hope he never sees this. He is a monster sweater. Huge underarm stains on most of his shirts, in this type of weather, his whole shirt would be wet, undershirt included.
Well, apparently he found an article in one of the monthly booklets (the cute name escapes me) from the Dollar Shave Club about man-scaping. It said that men that sweat and have heavy underarm hair, deodorant does no good because it doesn't really reach the skin. Its in the hair. So it suggested "trimming" the underarm fur. Heck, I'm the only one who sees his underarms, so who else cares, right? So he took his beard trimmer and shortened the hair. Not total bald shave job, just minimized the fluff, ya know? But.... it worked!! No more wet shirts!!

Thanks for having me!

 

[sourland]

Good story, well told, .

 

[FridayYet]

Good Tuesday Morning! Friday
I can get by with a mid 90's heat spell pretty good if it gets down to the very low 70's or even into the 60's at night. Those 100's are just toooooo much for me anymore.
Stay safe, and have a good day!
Scott

Yup, we stay pretty cool at night, and fairly cool in the shade. But next week will not be fun for DH, who has to work out in it:

 

[WVduckchick]

I get to start the coffee today??
Water for the other stuff is on too. Enjoy your day everyone.

Going to be another scorcher here today. Beat the heat. Beat the heat. Stay hydrated.

Hubby goes for an MRI this morning. Suspected pinched sciatic nerve. Hopefully they can find the spot and fix it.