Frustrating Weekend

Things did not go great this weekend. I suffered a crushing defeat in the attempts to finish my beans on schedule. The last site. We got there early and smoothly, unloaded our equipment. I watched him start and made sure all was well then went into the adjacent corn and less that ten minutes later there was an issue. Our machine had struck a partially buried pitchfork head. A two prong, iron relic that someone had discarded decades earlier. It struck our knife, breaking it and also bending several other parts. Much like last year (on the last site) we're going to have to suffer through getting parts and repairs made. To further compound this, the forecast changed drastically. It was supposed to rain a little on Sunday and that was fine. It would afford us the opportunity to change our combine over for corn. Get ready to rip it off. Instead, we have to piddle around repairing the bean head for one last effort. It's almost maddening. But such is this task, maddening. There is more rain into the week than before, next week looks clear, but that is a game they have been playing lately, only adding rain late in the picture. Harvest is a challenge. Last night Two Glasses of Wine asked me when I'd be done harvest so we could have a visit. I honestly don't know. Likely in a month or six weeks. Maddening. That incident snowballed until the next thing I knew I was in a funk, sitting on the couch in my bed clothes watching the W Network. At the end of each film I found myself asking, why did that get made? Who sat in a boardroom and told other people that this would be a good idea. That it would make more money than it cost to make. I looked up the box office numbers for a couple of them. Despite not recalling them ever being in theaters, some of the movies did quite well. Most doubled their budget with earnings. Then my focus shifted to who is paying to see this? I realized it was network television and thus me. I was the problem all along. That did not help morale. I was able to slap together some cleaned clothes on Sunday but outside of feeding myself three times, functionally, that was all I really accomplished. Bummer dudes.