So I was at work yesterday when the weather turned warm, and Tom tried to cut grass for hay with our sickle bar mower. I got a text that it “just self destructed”. I feared the worst. I had a rough night, but I when talked to him this morning it looked like our hay making plans were dashed. But I expressed my disappointment and went to bed while Tom had all of the chores to do. When I woke up at 5:00 there was some good news.
He had fixed the “reciprocating assembly” and the “keyway”. These are all new terms to me, but impressively Tom knew how to fix them. Here is a view of the back of the sickle bar.
And a top view. The baler is currently stuck, but hopefully we can get it loosened up very soon for haying.
But this is the least of our struggles. My father is in the hospital with a bad hip fracture. And I am struggling with fatigue and shortness of breath trying to work while wearing a mask and face shield. And COVID-19 is killing people in our little country and throughout the world. PLEASE, PLEASE wear your masks and stay 6 feet apart. Any hope of a recovery depends on it.
On a nicer note, our garden is still growing despite my lack of weeding due to my illness.