Sunday, July 17, 2016

The Jar Is Full

Whether we're talking about getting in a pickle or a jam, the local jar is getting pretty full.  I had my drama last week with the two-tractor tango.  Yesterday Cam's truck went kerphlooey and she needed to get to town to pick up a prescription.  The scratch barrel was empty down to the last kernel so I had to go to the feed store.  I did need supplies from town, but was putting it off (what a surprise).  Being without a vehicle up here is a big deal, more than an inconvenience, and she was in a jam.  She didn't have to ask.  I picked her up a short while later and off we went.

Down in Mt. Aukum, I took the opportunity to fill the truck's gas tank.  Never knowing when an emergency might arise, I get antsy when the gauge shows half empty.  I didn't need alfalfa yet, but the sale price was too good to resist.  "Make hay while the sun shines," yes, but buy it when the price drops.  No, I don't buck hay anymore; it will be delivered next week.

Cam shops the way I do:  zip, zap, in and out.  We completed our tasks in town in no time and were back on the road toward home.  I was happy to help my friend out of her particular pickle.  Beau has offered to take a look at and hopefully fix her truck.  That's what friends do when the jar gets full.


Emmy Abrahams said...

Definitely in favor of friends
One sat with me for three hours at doctors appointment..of course it was air conditioned, while our place is not...and another picked up OTC med I had mentioned I needed.

All I can do right now is repay them in summer squash ! I have never had such a crop of it!

Kathryn Williams said...

Glad it all worked out..."That's What Friends Are For" is now playing in my head :-)