As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
I wanted to say thank you to the people who donated in the comments are they always would they could donate more as they amounts are not large.
The way I deal with this is I'm grateful for the contact and that God's work here is helping people who make the effort. I don't have to look up who the people are and research them as God knows what their finances are and if they are genuine phishing as some do or those who disgust me in claiming poverty and then you see them dumping a thousand bucks on a bedroom set or their yards are full of 50,000 dollars worth of toys. Those types are robbing the people who donate ten and twenty dollars and can not afford it and the Bible says God will require the lives of the rich for that. So it is just not poor me who is being robbed and abused.
I thought I would share some "shit going wrong" to highlight the past days here. It has been cold, monsoon rains and just shit weather in mud. I can't move the cattle to better feed as the neighbor who does it might get pissy as he is busy and I already had him doing stuff. So the crops are in the fields yet next to the little pasture I have and I don't want cattle getting out.
Am trying to nigger rigs things in I have some old corn stalk bales as in 3 which I hope tides me over again I do not need snow and yesterday I could not get the tractor going. My head hurt like hell and I have had the chills for two days. So today I was out with the H which barely started (apparently the generator is not working) and I got to try out the buzz saw with the belt pulley.
The good news is when the belt comes off it does not try and strangle me. Bad news is, I have to level the saw a bit re anchor it. and in the future take a file and sharpen the teeth. More shit to do which I do not have time as I have other shit I have to do.
So the buzz works on baseball bat size wood. Thankfully I overhauled the chainsaw in the cold of September and it works and I'm sawing the 6 plus size wood into 8 inch blocks. I don't want to over tax Richard and Stephanie's wood splitter so am trying smaller chunks. I did a half load on our small trailer will hopefully finish tomorrow and pray no more rain, and then hopefully get to the larger trailer for sawing things up.
I had asked my cousins if they wanted to sell their old shit. They did but they are vaxed and I are vax slow so the trailer I was going to put the wood in to keep it dry, is not here yet. Is just fricking delays and more delays and things I should have had done in September I'm waiting on others. That is the worst part of being poor is being helpless in having to wait on others to get their shit together.
I have dig potatoes with TL yet and get things done like fixing fence. Warm nice weather would make things so much nicer.
So I have some distant relatives and they always have squash from their garden for free. This year I told TL that we should get a 20 dollar gift certificate for them as we have been hauling lots of squash out of there. They were delighted and would not take the card until I forced it on them.
In turn, I'm now a public official for or cemetery board I think that means I'm President of the dead. I also get to mow the cemetery as the deadbeat (another distant relative) did such as shitty job that it apparently was a firing offense.
I think all I have to do is measure off dead people plots when things get sold. I told TL I should make a sign bigger than the cemetery one which reads:
CEMETERY BOARD PRESIDENT LAME CHERRY
and others on the board who do not matter
Brier Patch Cemetery
I kind of like the idea of telling people, "No I don't like you.. You can't be buried in my cemetery. Go bury yourself in some common place".
I'm most looking forward to shooting the gophers out there as it is against the law to fire guns in a cemetery, unless of course you are the law. I was shooting a gopher last year as my cousin nominated me to the job and I just never told anyone what I was doing as that is best.
Yes it is right and proper to be Queen of 2 acres of dead people in the middle of nowhere. I can now write to Dicator Biden and say "My Dear Dictator, Lame Cherry here President of the Brier Patch Cemetery Board. I'm really a Dictator like you, but like you I just call myself a President to fool people into thinking they have a say".
Maybe I will start digging people up and alphabetizing them. Maybe not as when my sister died, the old man and old lady got blessed in they got the best lot in the cemetery. Right by the well, right in back, lording over all the other unfortunates. Yes the Cherry's are the center of attraction in the Brier Patch Bog.
With all the dead appearing from the vax, my thoughts are to ask the farmer to donate an acre more which would be tax deductible an then my Queendom would be larger. Perhaps I could put in a board room and room for a pony to graze an then I would not have to mow.
So that pretty much has been my past few days. Eating advil and answering the call of the people in need of leadership and having shit go wrong as things get ironed out as I listen to the rich farmers roar by at night getting their corn out before it does not rain.
Thank you again to one and all.
God bless La"me Cherry.
Amen
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