I need rain. Really dry, yet the thunderstorms have been dancing around me
in all quadrants. I've hung out clothes, started outdoor projects which
would be spoiled by rain - done everything but polish the truck. No luck.

This morning the barometer was down, the humidity up, and the skies clear.
I figured I'd cultivate. Nothing like a man on a tractor to draw rain.
"Sproing", and I'm on my way back to get the railroad bar to unearth a rock
bigger than my head which has just done for another $32.60 worth of spring
shank. It does start to rain as I get the rock up, but only enough to make
the surface gluey. Done for the day with two passes.

Too humid to put on oil finishes, so back to carving. Bandsaw's feeding a
bit slow - I have been cutting fresh cherry with it for two weeks, so even
the WD40 can't keep the edge from corroding forever. "Sproing", and the
blade departs the tires. The two other 3/8 blades I knew I had on the wall
turn out to be 1/2". Fifty bucks, and more on order. Looks like the first
show will have to go with only sixty spoons.

Back to the shaving bench, which is behind the tractor. Have to move the
tractor out, but might as well get that shank off before I unhook the
three-point. Only one socket missing from the set - the very 3/4 that I
need. Kids will learn to put things away some day, won't they? Fifteen
minutes searching the usual places to no avail takes me back to the toolbox.
Good thing Craftsman makes a good 3/8 drive set. Hate to use the 1/2
metrics. Shank off, tractor out, and - what in the hell's gotten into that
dog???

My furry ninety pound genius has tried to eat his first toad of the season,
and it's the same foul-tasting, mouth-frothing experience it was last year.
Can't wait for the young skunks to start wandering into the yard. He
forgets that every year, too. Note to self - get some bleach. Meantime get
the dog, hose his chops and then let him drink. It begins to rain again.

It is presently pouring Persians and Poodles, though I'm a bit short on dogs
at the moment. At least I have rain.

Folks, it's true. Three pounds of excrement will not fit into a two pound
bag. My day is proof.