#Compact Farm Tractors

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Hinamori can drive? How did that come about? Is she a "must follow all the rules" driver or a "hold on for dear life" driver?

Momo's posting in the living world was in a more rural area and she got started driving her neighbor's tractor for him when he got hurt and she was bored, and then the farm truck and that was FUN on the little mountain roads, so she went and got a driver's license and managed to scrape together enough cash to buy her neighbor's 20 year old P.O.S. compact, and in the span of four months went from "what's a car?" To getting heavily into maybe-not-totally-legal vehicular modifications and earning herself the nickname "Peaches The Freak" on the illicit mountain rally racing circuit for "driving like she can't die".

She didn't actually tell anyone this when she got back to soul society because she was a bit embarrassed to be so enthusiastic about such a niche interest, so nobody finds out about HOW Momo drives until she's in the human world with her boss and her co-lieutenant, and they need to transport a large number of small objects at speed and the most reasonable way to do that is in the back of a car.

"what do you MEAN you don't know how to drive? Momo gapes at Shinji and Hiyori. "You were in the living world for a whole century?!"

"THEY GOT TRAINS EVERYWHERE IT DIDN'T COME UP!" Hiyori shouts. "ITS NOT LIKE YOU KNOW EITHER!"

"No, I do." Explains Momo, getting into the driver's seat of a Subaru old enough to vote. "That's why it's so strange to me."

"SHOTGUN!" Bellowed Hiyori, leaping into the passenger seat. "Okay, it's a little weird that *I* don't know how to drive, I guess, but do you really want mirror image dingus back there out driving on the wrong side of the road, do you?"

"I'm sure he'd get the hang of it eventually!" Said Momo. "Okay, seatbelts everyone! -and gas, mirrors, seat adjustment- who was driving this car, captain Komamura? Okay, check for cops-"

"What's a seatbelt?" Asked Shinji from the backseat.

"-and we're clear!" Momo said, putting her foot down and accelerating at a speed that made the buildings stretch and streak by like they were about to enter hyperspace.

One hour and six minutes later, they reached their destination, having reached a top speed of 193 mph, Hiyori discovering the female version of a terrorboner, and Shinji discovering what it feels like to be a lone sock in the washing machine during the spin cycle.

[abellinthecupboard]

Consider

(the 1950s) 1. Consider a train, passing fields and farms; silos, barns, Holsteins and lowing tractors, corduroyed farmers sweating in the bright day, dust rising from the earth like the ribbed drone of flies purling green in the primeval daylight. Consider the sonorous horn of this hematic streak weeping brightly as it speeds on, straight as the arrow in its headlong tumble, rumbling laughingly as it sifts the dappled greens and browns of that spare landscape, tempering the endless acreage provisioning the nation—that flat, felt land sprawling alike the singing coastal cities so relentless and intractable, curmudgeon- ly and close-fisted, devouring their children in the tens of thousands with the gawping mouths of their Mohammedan skyscrapers lowering and wind-blown, piercing and lighting up the vast electric night in ensemble. Consider this myria- pod existence of steel and ossified will thunder- ing by on two slate-silver ribbons running paral- lel for countless miles, lacing the vast Midwest, stitching up the endless column of ties and oc- casional grade crossings like hemp boot-laces, stringing the fields together with gravel and barbed wire, signage, burrs and tall grasses. Consider how this train plies its route with a hale abandon, calling its rhythmic lightning up from the earth, up from the rocks and the dirt and flocks of mourning doves calling out in the redbuds and maples toward the enormous light.

2. This train may crash. I tell it to you now: this vagrant smear of maroon and vital orange that rends the fields with searing, luminous fire as it hurtles incandescently over the grassy-knolled, grain-bleeding, cornrowed Shield toward its terminus in sprawling, smoking civilization— the Twin Cities, with their endless depots and boxcars and freight yards and shunters all toil- ing away from sunup till sundown; with their murky tenements and lucent towers, shopfronts and movie-houses, dances halls and all the rest— may meet its fragrant, instant destruction on a bad section of track or a turn rushed into, top- pling car by car: crashing, careening, jerking, jittering, jackknifing, compacting, and collapsing in on itself like an accordion in subsidence, steel walls crumpling and windows shattering, roofs peeling open like sardine tins, men and women in blue, brown, and grey suits thrown about like ragdolls in total confusion, landing broken and haphazard to be crushed by overturned settees, or ripped to shreds by the wheels and steel gird- ers, blood spilling out of mangled bodies to douse the sparking flames lapping greedily at their char- ring limbs, their faces frozen in silent cries of agony or mortal terror, their eyes blank and milk- white, rolled back into their fractured skulls, and the many passengers aboard, embarking at innumerable stations, may, unknowing, be spend- ing their final breaths in the upcoming moments.

3. Consider this slick culebra sidewinding its way across the vast Prairielands at the heart of this continent, this orange, black-backed serpent braiding its way through the empty Shieldland toward the far, Western mountain ranges so indomitable, snow-capped and sky-scraping, vertiginous holy schist and gneiss thrusting their gnarled rug-folds into the blue mountain air, hog- backed and glaciated with Methuselan water. Consider this train, a city on wheels: coaches and dome cars, taverns and diners, sleepers, the mo- bile post office. Consider the inside of the obser- vation car, strikingly modern and strewn with amenities: Plush reclining seats and couches, panoramic windows, lamps and indirect lighting. Softest touches. Crisp, clean lines throughout, wood veneer and polished metal. Stylish, canny understatement. And air-conditioned, the 20th Century's saving grace of all graces. Consider its construction, steel trusses and plate glass in a gyroscopic half-bullet-head, an arch geo- metric prism 27-faceted, surrounding idle men and women in pressed suits. A bird-cage of light enshrouding in an elongated glass dome, swimming in the rays of blue afternoon sun. How shall this fabricated luxury hold its own, if the onslaught of Nature should present itself?

4. Consider the Atom Bomb, which was dropped on Hiroshima by a bomber baptized after the pilot's mother; which killed over 60,000 people instantly, vaporizing them into atomic particles that stained the stone steps and roads of the city, and crafted a crater over two miles wide, destroying buildings with fanatical passion, pul- verizing stone, concrete, wood, and tile through heat and shockwave blast; which continued to kill Hiroshima's citizens by the thousands in the days and weeks that followed, through radiation sickness, burns, and malnutrition, bringing the total death toll to 146,000; which happened also in Nagasaki three days later with a death toll of 80,000 souls, a lesser number due to the moun- tainous terrain of the locale redirecting the blast- waves of the second Bomb; and some top gener- als in the war who were against the use of these bombs, who preferred to continue using con- ventional incendiaries to carpet-bomb as they had above Tokyo, and President Truman who ordered they be used; and the young pilots who likewise were uncertain of their duty's moral standing in dropping bombs of such unbridled brutality on innocent civilians who had little to do with Imperial Nippon's military machine beyond those conscripted laborers in factories; and the new world also which spawned on that day, August 6, 1945, a world of great and terrible machines which the World's Powers hurried to stockpile in an ever-escalating arms race which we now find ourselves confronting; which hangs over our heads a wanton sword that casts our faces in sickly pall with cadaverous refracted sun- light, our eyes sunken, our hands bony and grasp- ing at shreds of blind hope in this uncertain Age—

5. Consider the engineer and the conductor in the cab of the locomotive, as it streaks across vast, thicketed Montana, en route from Chicago—with its dockyards and freighters and ore-loaders all toiling and laboring dustily away, with its spider- web of train stations and rail lines connecting our nation's farthest points together, a vast and ever-complicating machine—toward Spokane and Seattle on the Pacific coast, hauling its frail cargo of ordinary human lives in sveltest finery, its interior stylings the crème of our postwar modernité. It is their job to make sure that their train leaves safely and arrives safely, never encountering a disruption or delay. What if, through negligence or illness, they might fail in their duty, and thus through their onus their train come to grief? If so, the men and women aboard this lightning flyer, in their elegant trav- eling clothes, mothers watching over sons and daughters, fathers reading the daily paper or talking politics with their fellow men, economy passengers in their reclining chairs, spendthrifts in their private rooms, honeymooners in the Super Dome taking photos of the passing land- scapes, all of their lives would be forfeit! 150 souls injured or extinguished in a burning wreck of twisted metal cockle-shells piled ignominious on some Alpine rail line, blocking traffic in and out of the pass where they met their end. What, if such a fate befall these innocent travelers!

6. Consider this wry, fitful, intransigent world in which we find ourselves now inhabiting, which demands our servitude and utmost compliance in the new ways of living running rampant, pug- nacious, impersonal and impervious to all as- sault now, restructuring our lives into modes cold and strange, where at this very moment Hollywood is making blockbusters in sunny Italy borne on the backs of her poor Southern farm- ers, and Hollywood is flying her stars into Rome to appear in these Spaghetti-films and crass tab- loid papers cropping up, staffed by ungovern- able photographers and reporters, and Elvis is gyrating his hips to the youth-shod trill of a million prepubescent girls, and Rome's beauti- ful liners are sinking in Nantucket's waters, and the Iron Curtain has come down with a bang, and airplanes are the finest new way to travel, no longer the means of California's elite, and what's a few crashes to douse public opinion? The new Comet's flaws are merely contrition. America is searching within the atom for Peace, and seeking to emphasize her right to the sky, stockpiling her nuclear marvels, singing her war-cry, hawking her blue jeans for the whole world to buy, and cities are putting fluoride in their water supply, town taps burnishing teeth pearly-white, and Senator McCarthy has the whole of the nation seeing Reds in their stock- ings, and Allen Ginsberg is hawking his scurri- lous poetry, and supermarkets are proliferating, supplanting the grocers, and America will admit to no wrongdoing in dropping the Bomb, and the Marshall Plan is siring economic Miracles, and everyone wants their plastic flamingoes, as America and Russia wage proxy wars across Eurasia, bombarding their vassals, and merry the Devil who tends the flame-flowers of evil, and Kaliningrad is in ruins, and so too is Poland, and Russia has outlawed jazz yet again, and every man fancies himself a poet, and the whole world is sliding into intractable panic, children huddling under desks and fearing the sirens an- nouncing the imminent bombs overhead spiral- ing, alike a clumsy old albatross careening onto the deck of a sultry destroyer hove to and bran- dished in territorial disputes—How does one keep hope in this godless new age? How can't one madden at the news overflowing in these rank, algal days from our many newspapers? And what can be done if one drops the bomb on the heads of those riding this automaton stri- ation, as it cascades volubly over her tempered steel ribbons? What if this this train should yet wreck? What then? Who shall mourn these inno- cents caught in the crosshairs of Fate's ready rifle- men aiming so deadly at the forefront of history?

Coda. The train does not crash. The engineer and con- ductors attend to their duties, and no harm bursts in the air above. All is well on this autumn day.

— Sean Eaton, featured in Creation Magazine, August 2024 Issue (Source)

Note: This poem is an homage to Allen Ginsberg's "Howl".

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Off Grid Living

My Pleasure!

First, while there are several different definitions, when I say "off grid", I generally mean not hooked up to utilities. Not being hooked up to utilities usually also involves living somewhere smaller and simpler- like a tiny house, wall tent, yurt, or cabin.

There is a thriving community of people who have decided, for whatever reason, to not hook up to utilities. Some reasons someone might decide to live off grid include:

Environmental reasons- you can't use power, water, or gas (or at least you have to use a LOT less) if you don't have a steady supply coming through your walls.

Prepping reasons- the term is "collapse now and avoid the rush", essentially, if you see the world around you going to heck, going off grid teaches you a lot of skills you may need (and teaches them on your own time) if utilities do go out or become unreliable in the future.

Economic reasons- Since you don't have power, water, and gas coming through your walls, you can be very deliberate about how you use these things, which generally means using a LOT less. And you pay as you use a resource instead of having to pay every month, so can easily reduce your resource use or go without if you need to.

Simplicity reasons- a lot of utilities means a lot of upkeep, payments, maintenance, and brainpower. Living in a way where you don't need utilities greatly reduces stress (at least as I have experienced it).

Privacy reasons- many people who live off grid live in a relatively rural area or live in an itinerant way, and don't want to deal with people much.

Incidental- utilities don't go where they live.

For my wife and I, it was a combination of all of the above.

The rest of this post is about how we meet our needs while living off grid.

Housing:

For us housing is a wall tent on an insulated wooden platform I built myself. It was my first time building something by myself that wasn't a fence, and I didn't do a particularly great job. But it's holding us up.

The wall tent is a 14x16 White Duck brand canvas tent. It gives us about 224sqft of floor space in one room. This is a stock image of the tent:

Vehicles:

We chose our vehicles to meet our lifestyle. We own a Prius (which is essentially a generator on wheels) and an F-250 (which is an all-purpose engine). Being a hybrid, the Prius can charge our home batteries without having to start the engine, and will re-charge it's own battery as it's idling, braking, or going down hills. The F-250 is a diesel and will be our general farm vehicle, tractor, as well as being able to haul large loads of firewood and manure.

Power:

We like electric light, and we like to charge our phones and computers. Other than that, though, we've realized it's not that hard to go without higher-power-consuming devices like water heaters, refrigerators, or stoves.

We have a Ryobi inverter, which makes it possible to run a few strands of twinkle lights and charge devices off of a drill battery. We have 4, 6-amp-hour batteries, which is about enough power to run our lights for about 8hours while charging our phones a few times over. These 4 batteries usually last us about 2-3 days. We then either charge them at a friend's house or off the Prius battery.

Heat and Cooking:

We live in Ohio, and it's winter, so we have a wood stove in our tent. It's a Nectre Bun Baker and if I had to do it over again, I'd get something with a bigger fire box.

But anyway, it's compact and has an oven and cooking surface, so the fire takes care of our heating and cooking needs. It takes about an hour to go from the inside of the tent being the same temperature as outside to warm enough to shower in front of.

It does tend to be chillier in here than the average house. Right now it's in the 40's outside and I don't even have the fire going. We got used to being a little colder very quickly and now other people's houses feel WAY too hot for comfort.

We currently just heat water on the wood stove if we want it warm for bathing or cleaning. Soon we are hoping to get a stock pot with a spigot to be a more permanent solution to our hot water needs. We'll still need to fill it as we empty it, but it will be ready when we are!

Water:

Speaking of water, we have 2 five-gallon jugs that we refill at a friend's house. We also have a small utility sink in the tent. We have a pump top that fits on the top of one of the jugs that sits on a table next to the sink. When we want water, we push the pump top and water "runs" out of a little spout so we can easily access water for drinking, dishes, cooking, laundry, bathing, and cleaning.

The sink's drain runs into a 5-gallon bucket that we empty by hand.

It's amazing how incredibly little water we use compared to how much we used before we moved here. One 5-gallon jug lasts us about 2 days (though I do use some water at work that doesn't factor in).

Hygiene:

Since we don't have a shower in the tent, we generally just get 3-4 cups of water that we heat on the stove. We then stand in a plastic basin and wash our hair, pits, crotch, butt, and feet. The water then goes to the grey water bucket. I do this monday-friday because I have a professional job, but my wife does it about every 3-4 days. Honestly I am so much less dry and itchy this time of year and I don't have to use any kind of conditioner or moisturizer. Teh problem is getting up early enough to get it warm enough in the tent that washing is comfortable.

I shave in a few tablespoons of water, but I have a beard, so I don't have much to shave.

Both of us wear deodorant, too, which helps.

Waste:

For poop and pee we use a composing toilet. The toilet diverts our urine into a 5-gallon bucket so we can use it for fertilizer. Our poop falls into another 5-gallon bucket that we cover with sawdust after every go. When that is full we take it to a compost pile we will not use for 3 years, when our pathogens are good and dead and the poop is fully composted into humanure.

For trash, if it's paper or cardboard we burn it as kindling for our fire. If it's a jar we generally use it for storage (we break a lot of these...), and if it's something we can't use (like plastic film) we either put it with a friend's trash or take it to a landfill directly.

Internet:

We have phones, and use them as hotspots when we need to post things to pay bills or post things to tumblr or whatnot.

[amymaleneart]

Glamrocks in the Harpy Au pt.2

Montgomery "Monty" Etsitty has a bit of a not so great reputation in the local community. He is known as a big brute that has a tendency to smash first, ask questions later. It also doesn't help that his animal spirit is the alligator and looks very much like a were-gator. Due to his temper and bad attitude, he always has his tail out, short muzzle with sharp teeth, claws and at least 50% of his scales on display. Otherwise he's very buff, very dark tanned skin with his iconic red mohawk. The only good thing that he does have going for him is that he is always nice to the kids, even if he looks very scary. Monty was able to prove this by stopping an attempt kidnapping by smashing the unmarked white van, pulling the guy out and beaten him near the inch of their life. The local judge wasn't too happy with how Monty handled the situation, but the parents were very grateful to Monty (albeit still wary of him). Monty is a construction worker and local handyman when in between jobs. Y/N hired Monty, on Freddy's recommendation, to help rebuild the barn and the farmhouse after the falling incident with Sundrop. Everyone had a rough time at first with Monty's attitude, but Y/N trusted Freddy and gave him the chance. Sundrop is very wary of Monty and would hide behind Y/N. But surprisingly Moondrop looks up to him like an uncle. He saw Monty as a strong person and wants to emulate that same strength. Monty didn't mind Moondrop following him around on the farm, as long as he doesn't get in the way of his job.

Roxanne "Roxy" Mahigan is known as a gorgeous woman with big silver hair, stunning golden eyes and glamorous completion. She's also known as a narcissistic and most people could only stand her for a short time before they find a way to excuses themselves. Her animal spirit is the gray wolf, which shows with by her having her tail, ears, fangs and claws out at all times. Though Roxy doesn't really mind because she feels it enhances her beauty. Roxy comes from a competitive family of car racers, which could explain why Roxy is the way she is because of the pack mentality and her own parents view her as an omega. No matter what she does, wither it's beauty or talent, it just not good enough for them. Even when she was able to received her animal spirit the family is known for, their response was, "Huh, thought yours was going to be a toy poodle." Soon after that, Roxy decided to move out and live with her uncle Foxy (who is to local mechanic after he retired from the Navy) and her cousin Mandy (aka Mangle cause she a talented contortionist). Roxy picked up the family business as a mechanic, but she also likes to race in the local derby on the weekends. Pretty much the only time that Roxy is a tolerable person is when she's around her best friend, Chica. Chica understands her past, but is happy to point out when Roxy is out of line. Chica even recommended her to Y/N to fix the old compact utility tractor that came with the farm. Moondrop straight out doesn't like her and would even go as far as hissing at her if she got too close. Sundrop, on the other hand, had a huge crush on her and wanted to be close to her while she's working on the tractor. Y/N ended up having to lock Sundrop in the R/V so Roxy could do her job.

(I looked up common Native American surnames because I thought it would be interesting. Freddy does have a hyphen surname cause I did want to make it obvious that he's apart of the Fazbear family.)

Continued from Part 1

[thewordwideweb]

Stoned

People sometimes ask me, “Where do you get your ideas for the Word of the Day?” (I assume those people don’t have much going on in their lives.) My typical response is, “I don’t know.” Basically, I’ll read, hear or think about a word that piques my interest, and we go from there.

But not today. I know exactly where the idea for today’s Word of the Day came from. I saw the excellent photo of a classic New England stone wall that accompanies this post on the CT Insider website and said to myself, “I have to come up with an excuse to share that photo.” So, the word of the day is “stone.”

Let’s begin with a decent definition. A “stone” is, according to Oxford Languages, the “hard solid nonmetallic mineral matter of which rock is made.”  Merriam-Webster says it’s a “concretion of earthy or mineral matter…of indeterminate size and shape.” And Dictionary.com says it’s “the hard compact nonmetallic material of which rocks are made lithic.” Lithic: “relating to or made of stone.” So, “stone” is the material that makes rocks “stony.” Not sure that’s particularly helpful, but there you are.

Some version of the word “stone” has been around nearly as long as stones themselves. The English word has a Germanic origin, and Old English “stān” (stone) was related to Dutch “steen” and German “Stein.”

The phrase “heart of stone” is ancient; Homer used a version of it in The Odyssey around 850 B.C. To “leave no stone unturned” comes from an ancient Greek legend about a general who buried his treasure when he was about to be defeated in battle. Searchers for the treasure consulted the Delphic Oracle, who told them to move (turn) every stone. We all know that “saxum volutum non obducitur musco” – a rolling stone gathers no moss. To “kill two birds with one stone” dates back to 1656. And the term “Stone Age” was coined by Danish antiquarian Christian Thomsen in the 1860s. He also came up with the Bronze and Iron Ages. The first use of the term “stoned” to mean whacked out on drugs didn’t appear until the 1900s. It was popularized by Jack Kerouac in his novel “On the Road,” and of course by Bob Dylan in his 1966 song, “Rainy Day Women #12 & 35” (“Everybody Must Get Stoned.”)

Let’s get back to less psychedelic stones. My property in the Northwest Hills of Connecticut is crisscrossed with beautiful stone walls that are likely hundreds of years old, and probably marked old boundary lines. Some of them continue to mark modern boundaries. Every year, my “farm” produces a new crop of stones, designed (I have no doubt) to leap out of the ground and destroy the mower attachment on my tractor. Take it from me, that’s a really bad way of getting stoned.

[kookaburra1701]

please tell me more about hay bales. were they not a thing in olden times?

So, you almost got a BEHEMOTH of an info dump about my Very Special Interest and I was three paragraphs deep into a discussion about exactly how the mule-powered jack-screw in Samuel Hewitt's 1843 Mormon Hay Press worked when I ran across this post which said everything I wanted to say, and much more succinctly.

"And people, particularly urbanites, tend to regard farming as something old-fashioned and unchanging. (We’ll pause for the farmers to stop laughing.)"

Let's all thank KV Johansen for sparing you from a history of hay storage in Europe from 1000 to present, a subject I will babble about at the slightest provocation. I have truncated the post and included more pictures, because sepia tone is fun.

In brief: Hay bales are actually very, very modern! The appearance of nice square bales of hay in any production that is set before about 1850 is surefire way to tell that someone who doesn't know anything about what goes into baling hay was involved.

This absolute travesty is set in The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim in Swindler's Den, and it bugs me so much every time I have to go clear that damn dungeon that I've started writing an entire fanfic about that one stupid hay bale. An Alteration spell and a Dwemer Centurion Dynamo Core is involved. I'm damaged.

The small square bales that most people know were not a thing until the invention of the reaper-harvester by Charles B. Withington in 1872! It was commercialized by Cyrus McCormick a few years later and was adopted for widespread use very quickly.

(Image courtesy of the Shaker Museum) The first reaper-harvesters used the forward motion of the draft animals to power the machinery, and farmers had to put the hay into the hopper by hand. Up until well into the 1900s hay presses were static. They could be pulled out to the field but hay had to be brought to them. But the manufacture of them still required innovations in metallurgy and material science that occurred during the industrial revolution.

For an idea of how much mechanization is required to create a compact square hay bale, I will leave you with these pictures and videos of a Lightning Hay Press in action.

Lightning Hay Press, image from RM Wade & Co 1883 Catalog

The above video is a great demonstration of the operation of the Lightning Hay Press, using a tractor engine to turn the mechanism.

This clip shows a horse being used to drive the hay press instead of an internal combustion engine.

However, there were many ways to turn the belt drive! Farmers are pretty creative. With the inclined treadmill, the weight of the horse is what provides the power - I have seen ponies able to power large machines that would usually take a hitch of draft horses using treadmills.

[cellarfulofnose]

poison headache

The story of Maggie’s Farm comes to life in a series of diary entries from the mid-’60s. Twenty-nothing poet Bob Dylan works on the McCawell farm under the iron fist of Joseph “Pa” McCawell, his pious wife “Ma” Edith, and their harebrained son Willie. Maggie McCawell, the boss’ coarse daughter, seems to have her sights on Bob, but he only has eyes for Joan, a lovely servant girl. 

March 4, 1965

They moved me from the cabin into Danny’s old room. I didn’t ask for it. I didn’t know till today it’s been sitting empty all this time. It was around Christmastime that he went and got married or ran away or something. I’d marry the first girl who passed by if I thought it’d get me out of here. It’s supposed to be sowing season, but the rain’s so bad the fields are mud. I lost both boots in the north field and walked back in my socks. My only hope is that a boot bush’ll spring up in the summer. With my luck they’ll all be two sizes too big. I guess I better start saving newspaper now.

Danny’s room is nothing fancy. There’s a desk by the window and a big wardrobe. It’s small, but it’s better than six guys in five cots and one hammock, rolling over three people every time you toss and turn. They said Danny packed up and left. The room smells like he might’ve died in it. Or something did, anyway. I haven’t had the guts to open the wardrobe.

We can’t plow without compacting the soil, so I’ve been doing inventory. Started two days ago and I haven’t even finished with the cans. There’s walls of them. Pa McCawell is always going on about the Reds and making the servant girls duck and cover. I guess if there really was an atomic blast we’d be all right, food-wise. I wear a can opener clipped to my belt now. Willie said it makes me look like I’m fixing to kill a man, and if I ever try anything funny he’ll be on me like ugly on an ape. Didn’t make me take it off though. I think it scared him pretty good. I lost my knife in a tree when I first got here, so this is the next best thing.

I hope I'm sick. My throat itches and my nose is running, and now this cough won't go away. It comes in spells, I can't breathe for a couple minutes at a time. I hope it's a good old rollicking case of influenza. Or bronchitis or pneumonia or any of your old standards. You start spitting green around here and you get the day off—if you're lucky. I couldn't have been luckier the last time I had a fever. McCawell didn't want to pay the doctor so they gave me to Joan. I talked about her last week and probably a month before that. The half-Mexican kitchen girl. She’s always singing. You hear everybody say that if she’s got breath to sing, she must not be working hard enough, but she gets her work done just as well as anybody else. When I was laid up, she got my fever down and kept me on mullein tea that knocked all the crap right out of my lungs. It was like having Clara Barton nurse you, she was so good, and her black hair parted in the middle.

Joan’s something else. She’s pretty but I don’t know how to describe it. She looks old fashioned, from another time. I got here maybe a year after she did, and I feel we used to know each other before that. Before time. Like we were twin stars, or two little twin girls in the Levant. I think she knows it. She let me pick her guitar once.

Joan got sick too the last time she was taking care of me. I must’ve given it to her. She stopped singing for days, and when she started again, her voice sounded different. I don’t suppose she ever forgave me. If Pa hands me over to her again, I don’t think she’ll be too happy to nurse me, and I don’t blame her. Well, I hope it’s just a little cold or something that’ll go away in a day or two. No sense in bothering her about it.

March 5, 1965

The rain’s stopped. Willie got into a heated debate with Charlie and a couple field hands over the sowing. We’re so behind on planting, he said they better start to plow, but Charlie said they’d never get the tractor out of the mud if they started before it dried out a little. Willie blew his top and climbed up in the tractor himself. It took him fifteen minutes to figure out how to get it moving and all four mules to haul it out of the mud. You never saw his Ma so mad. I heard her tan his hide when they got back to the house, but she didn’t mention the tractor once. She was yelling at him for swearing like a sea dog in front of Maggie and the servant girls. I’ve heard Maggie say worse on a Sunday in Lent.

Willie’s lucky McCawell weren’t home. He left before dawn to make the stock auction in town, otherwise he would have made a jacket out of that boy. Ma is gonna raise hell to Pa when he gets back. Last time Willie got in hot water, he had to advance Danny two weeks' pay to keep him from running and telling McCawell. I guess Charlie gets the payout now, and he'll distribute it as he sees fit. 

I don't care about money if I can't sleep. I was up half the night last night sneezing. I didn't even get a break from the cough. If this is a cold, it's unlike any I ever had. No aches, chills, nothing. Just this feeling like the air’s heavy with dandelion wisps and they're all trying to take root and bloom in my nose. 

There were a couple hours in the middle of the day where it wasn’t too bad. Don’t ask me how I managed to get out of bed, but once I made it through the cans and started inventorying the boxes, I wasn’t sneezing anymore. Better for Joan, I thought, we’d both get off easy. But then right after supper it started again, just as bad as it ever was. I have to pause in my writing just to catch my breath. The cough is ugly but it’s not deep, just stubborn. No point in trying to get a day off out of it. McCawell would say I sounded fine in the house and that he ought to put me to work after supper too, since it seems to cure what’s ailing me.

There’s more to say but I can’t go on writing. This sneezing is taking it out of me. Not much to be done but to sleep it off, though I don’t know how I’ll get to sleep tonight. I was sleeping standing up today, lock-legged, like a horse, from not catching any the night before. I know where Efren keeps the horse pills, if it comes to that. Last time I took those, they woke me up with cold water. Right now that sounds like a vacation. Joan hasn’t noticed how I'm doing, and Ma won’t bless me.

March 6, 1965

It was Ma who called the doctor. Whatever it is, it got bad enough that I came down with a bloody nose. When I started in to sneeze, it wasn't pretty. I was in the barn at the time, so I came in the house looking for something to clean myself up. She saw me with blood all over my face and shirt and about started crying. I must have been coughing then, you couldn't tell her it wasn't consumption. A couple of girls hung around to calm her down. I thought I'd better leave. 

The blood stopped by the time the doctor got here. He took my temperature and listened to my chest and told me I wasn't sick with anything contagious. That meant back to work, but it also meant that Joan was in the clear.  I know it was ridiculous to imagine she might still end up taking care of me. Anyway, it’s better this way.

Then again, who’s to say the doctor knows what he’s talking about? He said “hayfever” and a couple eavesdroppers and I told him it’s not even haying season, and I don’t have any problem when it is. But his advice was that it must be environmental, so I should try and fix my environment. He said to change my bedding to get rid of the built-up dust, then I should stick my head in a steam bath and see if that helps. He’d been anticipating TB, so he didn’t have anything for me to take. Pa said in that case he wasn’t paying. I left when they started arguing, to go strip the bed in Danny’s room.

It was dusty all right. Set me off again pretty good. I gave up halfway through—I didn’t want my nose to start bleeding again. I got the window partway open, and I was just sitting on the half-empty bed when Maggie came in. She heard I wasn’t feeling good and wanted to come see how I was doing. I took out my harmonica because I didn’t want to talk to her. But between the coughs and sneezes, I had to give it up. It’s not that Maggie isn’t a great girl. She’s got a head full of bouncy red curls and freckles all over her body, and she wears tied-off shirts and denim shorts to prove it. I think it’s her eyes that put me off. They’re so big and round and she lines them black. She looks like an owl. Cute, I guess, but I wouldn’t be alone with her in the same room if I could help it.

Maggie said the room smelled like a swamp. That’s one good thing about all this; I can’t smell anymore, so it doesn’t bother me. She got real friendly when I told her that, saying she knew how to clear my head. Maggie likes to fixate on how all the functions of the body are linked to orgasm. She once told me an orgasm is equivalent to eight sneezes. I don’t know how she figured that, but I’d be a lot happier and a lot looser by now if she’d been telling the truth.

She didn’t try to take my pants off. She seemed to want to do it with them on. I told her if she really wanted to help me she’d boil me a pot of water and get me a towel to trap the steam. Most of the guys wish they could lay Maggie, but they’re terrified of incurring McCawell’s wrath. Some of them she flirts with just to piss her daddy off. He threatened Efren with a 12-gauge and now no one wants to look at her. It’s not McCawell I’m scared of. Something about Maggie tells me she’s not satisfied until she sees the white of bone.

I touched her up till she came, the fastest I’ve ever seen her do it. It seemed easier than trying to talk her out of it. Maggie’s not a bad girl. She’s just stuck here like the rest of us, and sex starved. It can’t be good for a girl her age. Once she calmed down, she said Pa had agreed to pay the doctor but he was taking it out of my check. She promised she’d get him to change his mind. I kept telling her she didn’t have to, but she gave me one of her nice handkerchiefs as collateral, with the little MM stitched on the border. I sneezed fresh blood into it within minutes of her leaving. Pa and Maggie and the doctor were all arguing in the kitchen, so I couldn’t boil water for a steam bath, and the bed was still unmade. I ended up just going to the shed for the horse stuff. Taking half a tablet doesn’t knock me out, and they last longer that way besides.

March 8, 1965

A lot has happened so I’ll try to tell the short version.

Danny’s room is growing mold. It’s more mold than room. I don’t know how it didn’t collapse on me. On Sunday I was picking at the wallpaper and a section of it crumbled away. The wall was black. I thought it was ants. Suddenly I couldn’t breathe. I ran outside and coughed until I lost my breakfast. It was Sunday, so we couldn’t get the doctor, but he couldn’t have told me anything I didn’t know by then. It was the mold that was making me sick. The dust couldn’t have helped either.

Pa won’t get the room repaired. I wasn’t even the one to tell him about the mold. It must have been Maggie or one of the girls. Still, he wouldn’t swallow it. I found out Maggie volunteered to let me stay in her room until they fix Danny’s. Now whenever Pa looks at me he gets all red with fury and can’t speak. I don’t hold it against her. He’d only take it out of my check, anyways.

Willie jumped out of his skin when he saw me. Somehow the news had warped as it traveled, and he’d heard I was dead. I didn’t have any evidence to the contrary, so I let him be.

The real mess happened after I got a few doses of horse pills down. I went to go sleep in the loft when I ran into Joan. She was stealing some wine and said half was mine if I wouldn’t tell. I’d never say no, but horse stuff and booze are like fire and gasoline. We drank the whole jug. I got sloppy. I remember I wanted to kiss her—I don’t know if I did it. I told her I was in love with her and she started crying, saying Maggie was gonna fire her when she found out. She’s jealous that way. I told her again and again I wouldn’t let that happen. Joan kissed my head, and when I woke up it was dark. I waited until dawn, then I marched into the house and told McCawell I quit. He laughed and kept on eating. Even Maggie didn’t say anything. 

I slept in the loft last night, and I haven’t been back in Danny’s room but for a minute to grab a few things. Already, it feels like it’s getting better. I only sneezed once after I woke up this morning. Mostly no cough either. There’s a weird sort of pounding feeling behind my eyes any time that I do cough. Could be nothing, I never know. I was out in the rain a lot yesterday before I ripped up the wallpaper; maybe that’s got something to do with it.

This is my second night sleeping in the loft. It’s supposed to rain again tomorrow. No one knows when it’ll end. Danny’s room is empty again and it looks like it’ll stay that way, but I found another jug of wine squirreled away up here in the hay. Whatever’s coming, I might not end up weathering it alone.

[narcicious]

I love each and every one of these, but I personally feel like each has a slightly different flavor that makes it more favored in certain circumstances.

Device: A self contained or singular unit for a, sometimes general or vague, purpose (e.g. "cellular device"). Often small or compact but sometimes large, and almost always complex.

Implement: A tool for a specific, often singular or characteristic, purpose. (e.g. "farming implement", "medical implement"). Usually simple (e.g. a hoe or scalpel) but sometimes complex (e.g. a tractor or ventilator).

Apparatus: A unit or set of units which are free-standing or otherwise independent, as well as almost always purpose-built and/or custom. Implies armatures, loose cables, tubes, or some other kind of "pokey-out bits" that give it a less than polished look. If you've ever worked in an academic research lab, you know in your gut the difference between an apparatus and a device.

Gadget: A small, often hand-held unit which may be single- or multi-purpose. Gives an air of utility and purpose, with a faint implication of mass production. Closely related to but distinct from gizmo.

Gizmo: A small, often hand-held unit which may be single- or multi-purpose. Give an air of whimsy and (sometimes) a lack of actual utility. Closely related to but distinct from gadget.

Doohickey: A smaller component within a larger structure which may or may not actually serve a functional purpose. Decorative components, obvious poor/quick repair jobs, levers, buttons, and such can all be termed doohickeys.

In conclusion, I love all of these words!

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At The Heart Of Solis Tractors Lies a Commitment To Technological Advancement

Solis Tractors are not just machines; they are steadfast companions weathering the storms with you. Rain or shine, these tractors keep plowing forward, showcasing resilience in the face of unpredictable challenges. The language of technology is universal, and Solis Tractors are fluent speakers. From intuitive interfaces to state-of-the-art technology, these Top Rated Compact Tractors embody the cutting edge of agricultural technology. Whether you are a tech-savvy farmer in Silicon Valley or a traditionalist in the heart of the Amazon rainforest, Solis Tractors’ technology bridges the gap.

Weathering the Storm: Resilience in the Field

Agriculture is at the mercy of weather patterns that can change in the blink of an eye. Global Support Network: A Partner in Prosperity

The journey with Solis Tractors doesn’t end with the purchase; it begins with it. With a global support network, Solis ensures that farmers have a partner in prosperity. Whether you are in the cornfields of Iowa or the vineyards of Tuscany, Solis’ dedicated service and support are just a call away.

Conclusion: Cultivating Tomorrow

As we navigate the intricate tapestry of global farming practices, Solis Tractors emerges as the beacon of adaptability, resilience, and innovation. In a world where challenges are as diverse as the crops we grow, Solis Tractors stands as a testament to the harmonious blend of technology and tradition.

So, whether you’re a farmer in the heart of America’s breadbasket or a cultivator in the rice terraces of Southeast Asia, Solis Tractors have got your back – plowing the fields of today and cultivating the promise of tomorrow.

We, at Solis, are there for you to provide solutions to help you excel in your ventures. Solis is not just the name of a tractor and farm implement manufacturing company; it is a name that defines productivity and success.

At Solis, we are delighted to offer our modern tractors and the best mini tractor series that come equipped with efficient engines to power your operations. 

Our farm champions are known to be the toughest among all the tractors in the industry, as these farm experts aim to deliver nothing less than exceptional results on any terrain with smooth controls. With Solis, you can transform your farming experience into an exhilarating experience by taking your endeavors beyond limits  Farming has come a long way from its traditional roots, with manual labor gradually giving way to mechanization and automation. Modern agriculture demands equipment that can handle the complexities of large-scale cultivation while minimizing environmental impact. With their innovative features and versatile design, Solis Mini Farm Tractor have risen to meet these challenges head-on.

At the heart of Solis Tractors lies a commitment to technological advancement. Their range of tractors, such as compact tractors, have state-of-the-art engines that deliver optimal power and fuel efficiency. Integrating advanced transmission systems ensures seamless gear shifts and precise control, reducing operator fatigue and enhancing productivity, enabling farmers to maximize land utilization and minimize resource wastage.

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How to Choose the Right Rotary Tiller for Your Farm

 A rotary tiller, often known as a rototiller, is a strong gardening instrument used to prepare the soil for planting. Rotary tillers are widely used for both small-scale gardening and large-scale farming. They are especially useful for loosening compacted soil, eliminating weeds, and introducing organic matter like compost or mulch into the ground. Selecting the right rotary tiller depends on several factors, including the size of your garden, soil type, and gardening goals. 

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Solis Tractors Are Supremely Productive And Economical To A Consumer

In the ever-evolving agricultural sector, modern farming practices are essential for increasing productivity, sustainability, and efficiency. The integration of advanced technology and innovative methodologies has revolutionized farming, enabling farmers to meet the growing demands of a global population. Solis Tractors have emerged as a pivotal player in this transformation, offering features and capabilities that perfectly align with the needs of contemporary agriculture. Here, we explore the various ways Solis are ideally suited for modern farming practices.

Solis Compact Tractor with Loader excel in snow removal tasks, offering greater efficiency compared to traditional methods. Their compact size and manoeuvrability minimize ground disturbance, enabling precise snow clearance even in tight spaces. With a shorter turn-around radius, clearing snow around buildings and vehicles becomes markedly easier.

Agriculture is a dynamic and diverse industry, with unique opportunities and problems in every location. Acknowledging this variation, Solis Tractors takes a tailored approach, tailoring its products to meet the unique requirements of various markets. Whether it’s the high-torque demands of North American fields or the maneuverability requirements of Asian rice paddies, Solis makes sure that its tractors are precisely engineered to perform in a variety of settings.

Sustainable farming practices are now essential in a time of climate change and environmental concerns. Leading this movement with its environmentally friendly solutions, Solis Tractors promotes responsible agriculture. Solis minimizes the environmental impact of agricultural operations and helps farmers improve resource use, paving the path for a more sustainable and greener future. Elements like fuel-efficient engines and precision farming technology are just a couple of the elements that make Solis unique.

The articulated frame found on Solis tractors ensures that each of the four tires maintains contact with the ground, distributing weight evenly and minimizing any damage to the turf. This feature enables more efficient work to be carried out without the worry of harming the ground.

Working on sloping terrain comes with challenges, especially with heavy machinery. Solis tractors overcome these challenges with a dynamically balanced body, wide stance, 4×4 wheel drive, and effective traction, ensuring perfect balance and a low centre of gravity. They are safer for slope farm work and deliver maximum safety with their oil-immersed braking system.

Operating heavy machinery can be dangerous. Solis tractors prioritize operator safety with features like ergonomic design and user-friendly controls. This reduces fatigue and the risk of accidents, allowing farmers to work comfortably and efficiently for longer periods.

The transformation of Polish agriculture is well underway, and Solis Garden tractors are playing a pivotal role. By offering a combination of power, efficiency, and sustainability, these compact machines are empowering farmers to navigate the challenges of the modern agricultural landscape.

Solis as a brand always endeavours to work towards sustainable growth with advanced mechanisms. Today, as we move towards the top, we are also expanding our footprints around the globe, because at Solis, believe in delivering reliability with world-class technology and high-end services.

Solis tractors are dynamically built to let the user experience ease of working with unparalleled comfort. With every Solis tractor, you get a spacious operator seat, armrest and headrest so that you can work all day long tirelessly. Moreover, with an integrated joystick, you can behold the charm of smooth transmissions, that will not only help you work on the farm with ease but also reduce your load of work on the farm.

Solis tractors are supremely productive and economical to a consumer. They can carry out any tasks which your farming chore list has. Their versatility and compactness help them be the best companion for you, easing your task efficiently. They can master any task, be it mowing, plowing, tilling, and brushing the snow, cutting hay, lifting heavy material, digging, or gardening. The tractors are masters of all types of farming chores that deliver fuel efficiency with affordability.

Solis compact utility tractors can handle multiple tasks. Its smooth mowing technique makes it easier for you to mow the grass on your private lawn or farm. Its compactness makes it work in narrow places and results in a smooth field without any rough patches. Its unique hydraulic system helps in dragging and moving items quickly. Besides this, Solis utility tractors can also make digging easy and be your best snow removal machine. Adding a snowblower to the three-point hitch or the loader on it can brush away your worries in the snow season. Lastly, it is also suitable for gardening, attach a tiller to it, and it is all set to make your garden more beautiful.

Generally speaking, when people tend to buy compact tractor, they only look at specific tasks they can perform. But if you choose wisely, your compact farm tractors can accomplish various chores with exceptional versatility. Solis is a master at manufacturing tractors, helping you do more relative to any regular machine. You can gauge the capacity by getting info on how much weight a particular Tractor Loader can handle.

Tractors must accomplish the agriculture tasks that one requires to execute. However, selecting the correct type of equipment and accessories can determine all the differences. Some of the vital ones are Front End Loaders, Rotary Tillers, Brush Tillers, and Finish Mowers. Digging and moving soil, stones, hay, and more stuff like that requires a good Front end loader. It is also a great idea to have brush cutters and mowers for landscaping purposes. If you have acreage tasks, then a backhoe might be an excellent choice as it will help you clean tricky contours like ditch and posts. While buying utility tractors, adaptability to work with new equipment forms a critical aspect.

SOLIS manufactures one of the best, powerful, fuel-efficient and affordable utility tractors in the market. It is an international brand of tractors by International Tractors Ltd. (ITL) with an annual production of 300,000 tractors. Solis review revealed that they are highly versatile & compatible with a variety of implements, enabling you to perform a wide range of tasks with extra efficiency while enhancing the productivity by manifolds & completing tasks faster and under the buyer’s budget. So, you don’t have to think twice before you buy compact tractor from Solis.

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Top Supplier of Tires for Farming and Heavy Machinery

In the agricultural and transportation sectors, the importance of high-quality tires cannot be overlooked. At Landmann, we pride ourselves on being the leading supplier of tires specifically designed for agricultural and heavy-duty vehicles in Ukraine. Our extensive experience and commitment to quality have made us a reliable partner for farmers and logistics companies across the country.

The Importance of Quality Tires

Choosing the right tires is crucial for enhancing the performance and efficiency of agricultural machinery and trucks. In agriculture, tires that provide excellent traction are essential for navigating diverse terrains, whether in muddy fields or on uneven surfaces. High-quality agricultural tires minimize soil compaction, allowing for healthier crop growth and more effective farming practices.

For heavy-duty trucks, reliable tires are vital for maintaining stability and control, especially when transporting substantial loads. Quality truck tires not only improve safety but also enhance fuel efficiency, which can lead to significant cost savings over time. At Landmann, we understand the diverse needs of our clients and are committed to providing tires that meet these requirements.

Our Product Offerings

At Landmann, we offer a wide range of tire options tailored to the needs of the agricultural and transportation industries:

Agricultural Tires: Our agricultural tires are designed to deliver superior performance in challenging farming conditions. With robust treads and excellent grip, these tires ensure that tractors and other farming equipment can operate efficiently and effectively, regardless of the terrain.

Truck Tires: We provide a comprehensive selection of truck tires engineered for heavy-duty applications. Our truck tires are designed for optimal load-bearing capacity and durability, making them ideal for long-haul transport and daily logistics operations.

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Why Choose Landmann?

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Customer satisfaction is at the core of our business philosophy. We strive to provide exceptional service and support throughout your entire experience with us. From initial inquiries to after-sales assistance, our team is here to ensure you receive the best possible service.

Conclusion

As the leading supplier of agricultural and truck tires in Ukraine, Landmann is dedicated to providing high-quality products and exceptional service to meet the diverse needs of our clients. Whether you are involved in farming or transportation, we have the tire solutions to enhance your operations. Choose Landmann for your tire needs and experience the difference that quality and expertise can make in your business.

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Maximize Crop Health With A Mini Tractor Sprayer

In today's agricultural landscape, efficiency and effectiveness are key. A mini tractor sprayer is an essential tool for farmers seeking to maintain crop health while optimizing resources. This compact equipment is designed for ease of use and flexibility, making it ideal for both small and large farms.

Advantages of Using a Mini Tractor Sprayer

One of the main benefits of a mini tractor sprayer is its versatility. This sprayer can easily maneuver in tight spaces, making it perfect for orchards, vineyards, and small fields. With its compact design, farmers can cover more ground in less time, allowing for efficient spraying of pesticides, herbicides, and fertilizers. This means healthier crops and better yields, all while saving time and reducing labor costs.

Another advantage of using a mini tractor sprayer is its ability to provide precise application. Unlike manual spraying, which can lead to uneven distribution of chemicals, a mini tractor sprayer ensures uniform coverage. This precision helps in minimizing chemical waste and protecting the environment, ensuring that only the target crops receive treatment.

Features to Look For

When selecting a mini tractor sprayer, consider features such as tank capacity, nozzle options, and adjustable pressure controls. A larger tank capacity allows for longer spraying sessions without the need to refill frequently. Additionally, adjustable nozzles help farmers customize the spray pattern according to their specific crop needs.

Moreover, look for sprayers equipped with reliable pumps. A good pump ensures consistent pressure, which is crucial for effective spraying. A mini tractor sprayer that can easily attach to your tractor will enhance productivity, making it a valuable investment for any farmer.

Enhancing Farming Practices

Integrating a mini tractor sprayer into your farming routine can significantly improve productivity and crop health. With its ease of use and efficiency, this tool simplifies the spraying process, allowing farmers to focus more on their crops and less on labor-intensive tasks. Regularly using a mini tractor sprayer can lead to better pest control and healthier plants, resulting in higher yields and profits.

In conclusion, a mini tractor sprayer is a game-changer for farmers. Its efficiency, precision, and versatility make it an indispensable tool for maintaining crop health and optimizing agricultural practices.