Made it to the Other Side

The 2022 Creston Auction is in the books. This is a great event put on by great people for a great cause, but it’s a huge relief to me when it’s over. Now I can turn my attention to chicks and plants and taking a road trip to see DD#2.

It wouldn’t be the Auction without some kind of weather event. This was Saturday morning:

In Montana, however, there is no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothing choices.

[I was in need of some canvas work pants for this event (and others) and found a brand called Noble Outfitters at the farm store. I am going back this week to get a few more in my size. The canvas was a good weight—Carhartt is cutting corners with skimpy canvas—and the pants came all the way up to my waist and fit beautifully. I wore them all weekend with long johns underneath.]

The snow put a damper on the crowds, but the people who came out seemed to be having a good time bidding for treasures.

Yesterday’s weather was a big improvement over Saturday’s. When the husband and I arrived at the sale grounds to get ready for the equipment sale, the sun was shining and the snow had melted:

We took in a lot of inventory for this year’s sale. The auction started at 11 am and I didn’t get off the auction wagon until 6 pm. My job was to sit there with the computer and enter the sale price and bidder number for each sale. That information was then sent to the cashiers so they could take payment from the winning bidder.

We sold our stock trailer at the auction. It had a gooseneck hitch and we no longer have a truck that can tow it. We’ll have to get a different one for the next batch of pigs. We also sold our police cruiser this week—via a private sale—which was the car that DD#2 drove in high school.

The seedlings in the greenhouse are looking good, although it was touch-and-go for a bit when the husband discovered that the fuel company had filled the wrong propane tank when they came out last week. We have a propane tank for the rental house and one for the greenhouse. When I call, the dispatcher always asks, as she did this time, which tank we want filled. I told her we needed the greenhouse tank filled. Unfortunately, the guy driving the delivery truck saw the first tank, for the house, and filled that one instead of driving further back on the property to fill the greenhouse tank. We didn’t discover that until Friday, by which time it was too late to call them. The husband put a portable diesel heater in the greenhouse and I have a call in to the fuel service company. They can send a truck out today to fill the greenhouse tank, although I am going to refuse to pay the $90 same-day delivery fee because this was their mistake, not ours.

I will check the farm store this week to see what they have for chicks. We’re all set up and ready for them. I’ve also got a Serger 101 class scheduled for tomorrow afternoon. I have a bit of breathing room later this week, but April is going to be a busy month.