Sorry to be so late showing up here today, but we had a slight emergency I had to take care of.
During morning chores, the cow trough was full of ice. This, of course, implies the trough heater is broke. If it weren't for the fact that we are forecast to be below freezing for the next couple weeks, I would have waited until the normal monthly shopping day, but cows can't drink if they can't get through the ice, so I had to go to town today, which meant the ranch supply store in Sturgis (76 miles one way), on a snowy/icy road (wasn't as bad as I expected), but getting out of my own driveway was fun. As I mentioned yesterday, the UNforecast blizzard filled in the driveway that I had just cleared, so it was open the garage door, put it in 4-wheel-drive, run down to the gate, force that open (luckily the snow was still rather powdery), then through a patch about 18" deep to the highway. A little over 3.5 hours later, I was home with a new heating element and a new pair of channel locks big enough for the nut on the back of the heater, then out to the barn to empty the tank (one bucket at a time carried out of the barn) and knock out as much ice as I could, then remove the old heater, install the new one, and fill up the trough again. Cows and wife are now happy. Of course, that made me 5 hours late doing my computer stuff, but I am finally here. Ta Da!!!
My back is broken and the neuro-surgeon who told me my back cannot be fixed and got me a big black back brace (girdle), told me to not lift anything at all without that brace on and no more than 10-15 pounds with it. THIS IS A FUCKING FARM, DAMN IT! If I am going to live here, if I am going to take care of all these critters, I will have to routinely lift 50-60 pound bags of feed. I cannot rely on my wife to do all that shit for me. Lannie is not Supergirl or Wonder Woman or any of those Marvel heroes. She is also a normal human being who has her limits, so I am damn well just gonna have to take my chances. Such is life. <end of rant about backs>