Never bear more than one trouble at a time. Some people bear three kinds - all they have had, all they have now, and all they expect to have.
Sylacauga isn't immune to bad times any more than any other small town in America right now. Just this week, we lost another 240 jobs in an established printing business. Most of these folks had worked for 20 to 30 years. Some were just months short of retirement. Now all that is lost. Right now I am wondering what the future is for the hospital. We have been told we are $800,000 below budget in the first quarter this year. I don't know how we overcome that. Who knows where we will be in a short time. It begins to cause me worry. Not worry as to how we will make it but the shame for losing all I've worked for.
After my recovery period for Covid, I went to Cullman on Monday the 8th and started catching up on the mowing and farm stuff. Pretty much everything needed mowing. The big tractor made short work on the main north fields and David helped me with the field across from the pond. The grass had grown quite long and with the two week absence, I simply started and mowed all of them. There is always some mowing to do. At least no trees had fallen. There were some indoor projects pending. A couple of shower fixtures had to be replaced. The screen door latch didn't hold and had to be improved. The old JD mower needed a bit of tuning so it would climb better and the mowing deck replaced. And the garden needed to be disked and more corn and okra planted. David should have had a shot on the groundhog at the old house but forgot to check his ammo. The hammer fell on an empty chamber. I got the conibear traps out and caught one of the groundhogs that lived by the spring. David had ...