I've worn cowboy boots all my life. When I was a kid, the doctor told my mother to keep me in them. I never really knew why. When marathons came around, I switched to well built running shoes with no problems at all ... ever. Now it seems all that running may be coming back to haunt me. How appropriate it does so at Halloween.
My left foot has been giving me fits. Time to get back to boots. That's an easy transition since I'm walking through mud and dust all day long ... with no pain whatsoever in my foot. Must be something about the heel angle. Anyway, I drove the tractor yesterday from 3:00 to 7:00 with hardly a flinch.
My second notation of the day is that Walmart lies. That ambro ant stuff was supposed to be delivered yesterday. This morning I got a message it will be the 29th. Why do they give you a date when they know it won't happen? Liar liar pants on fire!!
My 25 kids and 28 adults showed up for their field trip yesterday. Everything went off like clockwork ... a broken clock. Then I chased off ten people who were in a restricted area ... they just wanted pictures they said.
I was a little surprised when I found the boy and girl making out behind the pine tree. Time to go kids ... we're closed until 3:00. At 2:30 I watched an entire family head out into the pumpkin field where they do NOT belong. I think they thought they might find free stuff out there.
The rest of the day was driving. Take off and don't run over the kids going to the corn maze, 90 degree right turn and down to the almond orchard.
Another 90 degree turn pulling a 40 foot cotton trailer and down the long stretch. This is where you make up time when you have too many people in line. I get to play race car driver at 5.5 mph.
Lastly, a big long S curve to the finish line. This is where some kid ran out of the corn maze and along behind the tractor. I saw him (in my rear view mirror) jump up on the steps, then jump down again. I stopped. He of course ducked down and ran back into the maze.
There's only one way out of the maze ... and it crosses in front of my tractor. I waited ..... pretty soon here he came along with his dad. I had already radioed the boss and the kid got the royal treatment ... escorted out of the park.
At long last the night was over and I raced home to check on Cooper. I can't believe he was so good. Every time he had a mishap, it was on the paper I had laid down. I don't think that's happened in his 11 years.
I of course, went straight to bed. This morning I do it all over again, only with 200 kids. No worries, I've got my boots on!!