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.