I was back at Leo’s farm today. Cleo the cow is gone, she went to market and Allen (the little farmer who took care of Cleo) told us that she willingly boarded the trailer and did not put up a fight. He asked me if I wanted some of the meat. “I can’t even think about eating a pet.” He looked at me like I was crazy. Mom and Kim and I are just sick over it. At least Cleo is with Leo now. Maybe we’ll bring a hamburger to Leo’s grave. My friend Rob said he’d carefully watch the Packer games to see if he could see Kim and I cheering wearing black and white fur coats.
Uncle Bud and Aunt Julie are up here to help work on Leo’s house. They are staying with me. We cleared out one bedroom at Leo’s, among thousands of other things, it was full of about 30 one gallon cans of food to be stored until Armageddon. Allen took them and said his family would eat the food.
As I would load bag after bag full of junk to be thrown away, I’d catch my mom and Uncle Bud pulling “valuables” out into little piles. One such gem that was saved was a red and black plaid wool deer hunting pants circa 1950. I’ll have to get a picture of them to post here, they just can’t be described, maybe my brother can wear them for Halloween. Or maybe my friend Rob will be getting a care package.
Allen may turn out to be a lifesaver in that he takes anything. He saw a Genetics Breeding hat and said he’d always wanted one. He’s got one now. “Allen, know anyone who would need 35 ice cream pails?” “Oh, my wife loves those, she does the chickens and could use them.”
“Allen, see all these pails of seeds, they are dated from 1997…oh, not any good? If you take them you can keep the pails.” “Allen, do you need any rags for your barn?” “Allen, how about these castration bands?” And on and on.
Allen left with a full pick up truck load of crap. God bless him, he was so happy. We told him to come back tomorrow and we’d give him more. We may not need to rent a dumpster after all.
Uncle Bud and Aunt Julie are up here to help work on Leo’s house. They are staying with me. We cleared out one bedroom at Leo’s, among thousands of other things, it was full of about 30 one gallon cans of food to be stored until Armageddon. Allen took them and said his family would eat the food.
As I would load bag after bag full of junk to be thrown away, I’d catch my mom and Uncle Bud pulling “valuables” out into little piles. One such gem that was saved was a red and black plaid wool deer hunting pants circa 1950. I’ll have to get a picture of them to post here, they just can’t be described, maybe my brother can wear them for Halloween. Or maybe my friend Rob will be getting a care package.
Allen may turn out to be a lifesaver in that he takes anything. He saw a Genetics Breeding hat and said he’d always wanted one. He’s got one now. “Allen, know anyone who would need 35 ice cream pails?” “Oh, my wife loves those, she does the chickens and could use them.”
“Allen, see all these pails of seeds, they are dated from 1997…oh, not any good? If you take them you can keep the pails.” “Allen, do you need any rags for your barn?” “Allen, how about these castration bands?” And on and on.
Allen left with a full pick up truck load of crap. God bless him, he was so happy. We told him to come back tomorrow and we’d give him more. We may not need to rent a dumpster after all.
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