So. New battery in the F-150 and all is well. Except, it’s not. I go out to the garage last night to get something out of my SUV and notice that the dash lights on the pickup are on. Hmmm.
It started right up this morning and Brad took it back in to the garage. The guys had it diagnosed in no time. Two shorts: ignition switch and ground wire in the selector switch. Easily remedied, waiting on a new part. The owner gave Brad a ride home, stopping by his house first to pick up an AR rifle that won’t extract live rounds. Brad’s going to have a look at it and see if it’s the ejector, and maybe needs a cleaning. In the meantime, all is well here and at the farm.
Audrey and the kids took calves to market this morning and had a good trip. They got to see guys on horses herding a group of cattle out of one lot into another one across the road. They had to wait for the road to clear to head home.
It’s in the high 70’s here today, must be a front headed our way, pushing warm air ahead of it. A bit of a breeze now, but a too humid to open the house. Maybe later. We’re supposed to have 10 mph winds today but I don’t think they’ve arrived yet.
I’m catching up on laundry and enjoying the quiet. Brad’s at the shop taking a look at John’s rifle. The infrared scope cost more than the rifle. Boys and their toys! Of course, I have a lot of room to talk, what with three spinning wheels, a floor loom, three inkle looms, and more fiber and yarn than I’ll use the rest of my life.
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