Let him catch a break already

by Katie on April 21, 2011

If you know Brandon, you know things just always have a way of not going his way.

The past two weeks (or thirty-plus years, really) are prime examples of this.

You see, last Monday, as in ten days ago, he pulled the planter into the field to get our three fields of cotton planted right on schedule. He should have been able to pull out in roughly four days, or at the very least, at the end of the week. As of today, we have only one field fully planted, half of another and somewhere between a third and half of another.

Why the delay?

Well, it’s hard to get much planted when you have to work on the planter every single day you use it. This, after it spent a full week (maybe a bit more) in the shop with both us replacing all sorts of parts and Brandon running through it with a fine tooth comb, making sure it was good to go.

Let’s just say all that preparation did not pay off.

And when the planter itself hasn’t been the problem, everything else has.

Take yesterday, for example.

He and I had made our morning rounds, checked some water and taken care of a few other things, loaded a hay truck, etc., then he was supposed to hop on the planter for the day after making a minor water adjustment. This was somewhere between 10 and 11 in the morning.

But when he went to make that water adjustment, a water pipe blew out. A water pipe we were planning on using all week. A water pipe that had to be fixed. And, obviously, that job does not fall under the category of “things Katie can do”.

So, Brandon was stuck fixing the water pipe. All day. He finished somewhere around 8pm.

So much for planting cotton.

On top of the whole cotton issue, he’s been trying to bale hay the past three or four nights. And, in typical Rocker 7 Farms fashion, our baler, which we’re using for the first time (we purchased it this winter), has had some sort of problem every evening.

Poor guy just really can’t catch a break these days. Good thing he’s living out his dream with this whole farming thing.

Last week, he said, “I’ve turned more wrenches this month than I ever thought I would in my life,” and I won’t even begin to count the number of wrench turns since then.

And trust me, if he’s getting sympathy from me, it’s well deserved.


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