BAD DAY

Today was a BAD day. Personal life not going right. Things keep seeming to fall apart at work. Work is incredibly overwhelming, and the to do list just keeps getting longer without stuff getting crossed off. AND THEN....

I was on the backhoe. Mom was on the ground. Daddy was on the overseeder. I had a 2,000+ pound bag of seed hanging from the forks of the backhoe. I had it lifted WAY up in the air (like 8 ft) trying to get it over the bin in the overseeder so that it could be emptied into the bin.

WHEN...the front straps of the bag broke, the massive bag rocked so hard it shook the backhoe. I hardly had a moment to register what had happened before the entire back panel of the bag was ripped off as the rest of the bag fell 8ft to the ground.

Seed spilled everywhere, thousands of dollars potentially lost. The back panel of the bag was still fluttering in the wind as it hung from the backhoe forks.

I of course went to pieces. Mom kept saying how cool it looked for the seed to tumble out in such a flowing mass. Daddy kept trying to keep me from crying. And I, being the only one NOT of sound mind, was the only one who actually ran into action to get buckets to try and salvage as much of the seed as I could.

Daddy wasn't far behind me, and mom kept asking what we should do. We spent the next 30 minutes - an hour scraping the seed off the gravel with a shovel and pouring buckets into the overseeder.

We did eventually get most of the seed picked up, and we did manage to keep most of the gravel out. The remainder of the bag went into the frontend-loader on the backhoe. But Oh My Goodness, it was a difficult day. Looking back at it, the whole mess is kind of funny...granted, we didn't lose much seed after all.