The forecast Sunday afternoon was a toss-up. Would we get heavy rain or not? The Cubs game was rain-delayed three hours, and they are upstream from us, weather-wise.
Even though it was a Sunday, and we don't work on Sunday, DH decided his ox was in the ditch and it was time to pull it out.
We had to put hay wagons away on two farms. I rode on the tractor fender back and forth while DH thundered along in road-gear. (He never drives the tractors that fast!) Kind of funny -- when you are out in the open, on a horse or bicycle or tractor, 10 to 15 miles an hour or so seems so fast it takes your breath away. In a car or truck it's maddening.
At the other farm we turned in with the last wagon and, what in the world. A truck was parked across the lane. DH went up to the house. THe renter's truck had died, so the renter, DH and DS1 had to push it out of the way.
The sky was overcast but not threatening when we got home. Had we done all that for no reason? There was a 50 percent chance of rain ...
Noah would have felt right at home though, by the end of Monday. According to our rain gauge, we got about 7 inches.
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