Poor Ole Bessie is sick. Despite the fact that we had a new clutch put in over the winter, it seems to be malfunctioning now. My Dad was hauling a load of gravel yesterday, and barely got home. This afternoon, the mechanic came with a flat bed and took her away.
It seems that those old moldy bales of hay contained more noxious critters than just snakes and nasty, biting ants. I developed a lung inflammation over the weekend, likely as a result of breathing in all that mold and dust. I had fever, body aches, chest pain and shortness of breath. It was no fun.
I am almost feeling back to normal today.
I wonder when I will be able to haul a load of mulch for my flower beds?
1 year ago