Dilapidated Utility Trailer

Many years ago we purchased a utility trailer for farm and work use.  Since then we have:

- used and abused it

- painted it

- weathered it

- repaired it

  - bungee corded together it

- broken the electrical lines to the lights on it

(sheet metal thrown in randy-pandy-like act as Edward Scissor Hand's blades)

and finally we have ridden ourselves of it

To make the deal 'sweeter' we sold it loaded with scrap metal

The rusted out hitch and frame was the only thing worth salvaging

Pocketed:  $155

Seeing the old thing eye sore rattle down the road AWAY from our farm:  Priceless

Doggie Kennels Gone

I am so happy.

About 14 years ago we purchased two Furrarri dog kennels to provide safe and secure 'dens' for our two miniature Schnauzers.

Buffalo Bill and Annie Oakley 

went to Dog Heaven a few years ago and these two dog kennels have taken up room in Hubby's shop since then.

Today was the day for them to go.

Another two Craig's List ads and one young man venturing from Chilliwack.  Gotta give these people credit for driving almost an hour to get here.

Anyway, we had a nice chat, and he handed me $60.  As the price for both was only $55 (we put items on Craig's List with the intent of getting rid of them NOW), I offered to go inside the house to get him change.

With a "Oh keep it", I thanked him profusely and helped him load up the kennels into his monster truck.

Happy Day indeed.

It Pinged ... It Ponged

It seems like I am on a roll with Craig's List.

I put a few more items up for sale, and today I received two phone calls within mere minutes of each other.  Both insisting they wanted my ping pong table.

At this point everyone knows that the 'First Comes, First Served' rule kicks in.

 #1 shows up with his friend in a sporty red Jeep equipped with roll bars.  My dogs are confused by such an open air machine and do their share of barking and 'herding'.

 

Once the man passes me five crumbled $20 bills, the canines sense my contentment, and lay down under a tree in the shade.

Somehow the boys strap the table on to the roof-less roof of their Jeep, and then with a wave from me, they head back to Surrey.

Probably a very interesting ride as they hurtled down the freeway!

Me?

I was left in the driveway

holding a cool fan of twenties.

What a wonderful life!

The End of Flinging Manure

It's the end

of an era.

 

No more

flinging manure

with the antique manure spreader.

It was time for it to go.


 
 

For years we made use of her spreading ability, then we humbled her by sticking decorative plants in her belly and using her as a flower pot.  How degrading.

 

And today they took her away.

Strapped her with a belt and hoisted her body up.

And in a matter of moments,

she was on a stranger's truck ready to take the voyage to her new home.

And all because of small ad posted on Craig's List.

I sold our old friend for less than 30 pieces of silver.

A mere Fifty $macker$

And her absence frees up yet another patch of grass needing to be mowed.