As Noah said when he went out on the deck to check the windshield wipers, “I should’a brought a raincoat.”
Paul’s day started out with a drumroll. Every morning as he went into the machine shed he noticed the rusty gate hinge on the door jam. It was shoulder high and stuck out like a rhino horn. ‘“Could be dangerous,” he often thought.
That morning he was in a hurry and listed just enough to starboard to catch his shirt sleeve on the hinge. It jerked him hard to the right! As he swung around he stepped on the weed hoe. It stood smartly to attention and saluted him across the eyebrow!
He stumbled across the grain room holding his eye and stepped into the cat’s dish. It slid out from under him. He did the splits and straddled the door jam into the big shed. Looking up from the floor he noticed his tractor leaning, like it had its foot off the curb. On closer inspection he found the lean was the result of a flat tire.
Back at the house to get a Band-Aid, he discovered they had no water. The well pump was out. Well houses in this part of Iowa are usually circular, concrete, 12 feet in the ground and have a lip not much above the ground level.
Paul loaded up the dog and went to town for parts. Backing out in front of the hardware store, he stuck his elbow out the open window. The protruding door lock slipped up under his sleeve and pinched a thumbful of skin. He reacted by stomping the gas and nearly blindsiding pore ol’ Bud who was on his way to the sale barn in Moville.
When Paul finally got home he saw that his cows were out. Probably in search of water. With the dog’s help he managed to get the migrating cattle into the barn lot. He headed for the well.
“At least I’ll get it fixed before lunch,” he thought as he lifted the plywood cover and descended the ladder into the well.
He knelt down to check the points and leaned a little to let the noon day sun shine light on the subject. Then he felt a stream of water cascading over his head and down the side of his face. It was warm.
Paul considered turning and shouting up at the dog who was apparently marking the well as his territory, but thought better of it. He leaned as far as he could to avoid the shower, which just allowed the stream to soak his shirt and pant leg. “Yup,” he said, wiping the side of his face, “I should’a brought a raincoat.”