As Noah said when he went out on the deck to check the windshield wipers, "I should'a brought a raincoat."
Paul's
day started out with a drumroll. Every morning for months as he went
into the machine shed he noticed the rusty gate hinge on the door jam.
It was shoulder high and stuck out like a rhino horn. 'Could be
dangerous,' he often thought.
That
morning he was in a hurry and listed just enough to starboard to catch
his shirt sleeve on the hinge. It jerked him hard to the right! As he
swung around he stepped on the weed hoe. It stood smartly to attention
and saluted him across the eyebrow!
He
stumbled across the grain room holding his eye and stepped into the
cat's dish. It slid out from under him. He did the splits and straddled
the door jam into the big shed. Looking up from the floor he noticed his
tractor leaning, like it had its foot off the curb. On closer
inspection he found the lean was the result of a flat tire.
Back
at the house to get a Band Aid he discovered they had no water. The
well pump was out. Well houses in this part of Iowa are usually
circular, concrete, twelve feet in the ground and have a lip not much
above the ground level.
Paul loaded up
the dog and went to town for parts. Backing out in front of the
hardware store, he stuck his elbow out the open window. The protruding
door lock slipped up under his sleeve. When he leaned out looking back
he mashed the door lock down and pinched a thumbful of skin! He reacted
by stomping the gas and nearly blindsiding pore ol' Bud who was on his
way to the sale barn in Moville.
When Paul finally got home he saw that his cows were out. Probably in search of water...
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