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.