Must be getting old and senile!!!

After my nap this afternoon I went over to a neighbors to do his chores for him. He is retired dairy guy that lost his wife a few years ago. So I have been helping him get out and about. So he is on a day trip to see ball game with a whole bus load of other old farts. LOL

He has seven older cows he still milks to feed twenty bottle calves. So I go and call the cows into the barn. I see three heading toward the barn. So I start the other chores and come back in just a few minutes to see if the cow are up yet. Well there are three cows standing right at the door but no sign of the other four. So I go and get his four wheeler to check the pasture out for the other cows. Look all over for them and can't find them. Mad as "H" now. So I just decide to milk the three that are in the yard.

Any body figured out where the other cows are
yet????

IN THE BARN!!!! The three I saw in the yard where the last three not the first three I saw coming up. So feeling like an idiot I milked the cows and feed his calves. Came home and had a JACK and Coke. The first in ten years. It did not taste as good as the memory either. Being older sucks sometimes. LOL.

A few weeks ago I had moved some specialty tools into a different cabinet to make more room in my tool box. I looked for those tools for a half a day until I remembered I had moved them. Some days I think my mind is on vacation.

I'm no where near "old" yet, and I have those days!
Sometimes I wish my mind would take me on vaca with it!

I qualify on both counts. Had a baling job today. Greased everything, oiled chains, filled small cooler with bottled water and put in the tractor, started it up, let it idle for a few minutes.Went inside, hit the bathroom. Came out jumped in the tractor put it in gear hit the shuttle and started out. SCREETCH, oops, jumped back out, let the jack down and stored it in the baler. Second time in 2 weeks I've tried to move something with the jack down. Yup father time and his henchmen Alz & Heimer have snuck up and clobbered me.

Don't feel bad; it happens to all of us.

Back in April went and spread fertilizer on some hay ground. Took my fathers 53 AR out for some enjoyment and I had noticed it had a habit of dying after some time running in the field last fall when it was last used. Sure enough it quit when I was spreading on a farm about a mile from home. Decided to walk home, get some tools and spare part and bike over to the farm where the tractor was. Got the tractor going, finished spreading the fertilizer, put the bike in the empty spreader and headed home. When I got home I put the tools away but forgot the bike in the spreader.

About two weeks later I was returning a spreader from spreading urea when I noticed a bike on the loading dock. First I thought "Somebody must be biking to work". Then I thought "That looks a lot like the bike I have". Then I leaned forward and it all started coming back. "That's my bike!"

Near as I can figure it had two loads of fertilizer dumped on it. I sheepishly took it home and sprayed it down with penetrating oil. The chain links were starting to get tight but a couple miles down the road freed them up. The sprag that allows the pedals to freewheel was stiff and it freed up to but the shins took a hammering until it loosened up.

I'll be 42 in a few days and this really bothered me because I didn't think the mind was slipping that quick!

That kind of stuff happens all the time around my place. The other day I had a all day mowing job. The wife packed a good lunch, and I forgot to take it. I did find a few day old peach in my truck. It tasted pretty good around noon. Stan

I could write a book..... Just finished checking all the horses the other day. Have them seperated on several pastures around a 3 or so mile loop.
Was at the last stop and a neighbor stopped by and asked where the foals were... Think I could tell them?????
Was cleaning up a week or so ago and found some parts that I had for my old tractor (thermostats and a couple other things), put them in a bucket and set them aside. Advertised them the next day on a forum here, someone asked for pics, and I couldn't find the parts.....

Jack and coke always tastes like poo... Gotta switch to Jim Beam :roll:

I don't often forget something completely. If I forget, I usually still have an idea that I am missing something and I thing it might have been important. I then remember what it was when I get to where I was going. Like the keys to the tractor when I am making hay at a remote farm! Or a hitch pin! Or one of the tables for the farmers market. Or the oil filter to go along with the oil I just bought. But I don't hardly ever forget anything....at least so far as I can remember.

Christopher

You fellows sure make me feel much better. Three or four years ago I bought one of those clip on pulley brake pads for my 60 tractor. Took the old one off and decided it would be OK for another year or so,so laid the new one back in a parts cabinet in the shop. Finished spraying and putting nitrate on corn this spring with the old 60 and decided to check the brake pad again. The new pad was nowhere to be found so ordered another new one from the friendly JD dealer. Before it came in I found the first one just where I had left it in the cabinet. Went ahead and took the ordered one so I'll have another to loose. They had increased in price from eight dollars to twenty seven dollars in that three or four years time.

Been thinking about cashing a cd and investing it in pulley brake pads, but then I might forget where I stored them. Joe

Welcome to the club, JD. It gets to be even more fun as you go along...

Recommend Crown Royal or 40 Creek and Verners gingerale instead of Jack D and coke.

I am too, at 52

I was trying to push the boat off the trailer when my brother in law reminded me the turn buckle was still in place.He passed on friday night from cancer.I would give anything to see him laugh again.This is the sad part of growing old.My best friend died Thursday night in the hospital.Bad week for me.