My genius brother (really he IS. He took after our father) Has been here all week fixing things that that were out of my realm of expertise.
That meant I was buying all sorts of parts and when buying all sorts of parts for anything that is 20 years or older, you usually end up making more than one trip to town. That means 30 miles round-trip every time.
1. New stems in the 22 year old garden tub faucets. That took two trips to one town and thankfully the folks who waited on my brother at the old True Value store, old being the operative, knew what they were talking about and were able to help him. It’s the kind of parts store that every backyard repair person loves because there were boxes full of ancient parts covered in dust shoved them back corners lol lol. My brother had a field day in there.
2. Those lug nuts that kept coming loose on my 2003 Saturn finally got looked at by a pro — my brother. I tried to tell the tire shop this was not the first time they came loose and needed re-tightened. The tire shop manager glossed right over what I said and knowingly informed me if they came loose again I would have to bring the car back in so they could look at it - gee ya THINK!?
2.1. Well, my brother looked at them. Those Lugnuts overtime were worn/warped/out of round, whatever you want to call it. He took one and went to O’Reilly’s. They were three short of having enough for all four tires, but that’s OK because it was the front ones that were always coming loose so that’s fixed thanks to my brother. That was one trip to town in the other direction.
3. He got my Farm tractor running, but he thinks the injectors are plugged because of the way it’s behaving which is too complicated to explain on here. Suffice it to say the tractor is a 1969 and has a “few” hours on it. A few of you would understand it, but most wouldn’t so it’s not worth the effort. At any rate, there was a trip to town for more injector cleaner.
He did get the main pasture cut for me for which my horses are eternally grateful. I am also eternally grateful after one of my neighbors took a picture of a timber rattler down at the other end of the road, that I posed on here yesterday. That neighbor said that’s only the second rattlesnake he has seen on this road in the 40 years he’s lived here. That makes me feel warm and fuzzy-not.
I worry because it’s down where all the new houses were built and they’re taking land away from the wildlife so everything is on the move. I hope the last hill to the top where I live is too steep for that snake to climb all the way up here because it’s only about a mile and a half away.
4. My Kawasaki Prairie came back repaired - it needed a carburetor rebuild that was done at the motorsport shop. The owner of the motorsports shop told me that my Kawasaki Prairie is in exceptionally good condition, that most of them have bit the bullet by now. Parts are really hard to get for them, which is why it took him so long to fix it.
My Honda Rancher wasn’t running either, and his price was so reasonable on the Kawasaki. I said just load that Honda up and take it with you. He said parts for the Honda were really easy to get, it shouldn’t take as long to get it fixed and probably wouldn’t cost as much money.
5. While my brother was here, I loaded up on horse feed so he could get it out of the car and put it away for me.

My 30 year-old horse is a hard keeper and eats about 8 pounds of feed daily. The little Arab is an air fern and only eats about 2 pounds daily - just enough to get his vitamins and minerals. The little Arab needs to lose what the 30 year old needs to gain, but that’s another story.
6. And of course there were groceries to buy that I don’t normally buy because my brother is 19 years younger than me and can eat a whole lot different than I have to eat these days lol lol. But he was worth every stinking rotten penny —- I love that kid.


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Brother is a plumber by trade, jobs were backing up, and he actually has a lifelong marriage where they miss each other


. They met in college and have been together ever since.
So, as the old Collin Raye song goes “that’s my story and I’m sticking to it“




P.S. I am happy to repost the timber rattler photo if anyone missed it and is interested

