Oh how the end was in sight. I could see it so clearly. A day to slow down even just a little bit and spend time with the farmer who we have been missing. Maybe we would go out for supper and spend the evening on the couch watching a movie before jumping into the almost as crazy season known as plowing. Or maybe just spend a few hours catching up on sleep. I thought that glorious day was going to be tomorrow. I thought wrong.

100 acres left. We were thisssss close. And then the wheel fell off the combine. Yes, the wheel just plain fell off. I got a phone call telling me to hop in the truck and go down the waterway until I saw the combine. That was the extent of the conversation. I optimistically loaded up the boys thinking that maybe something small went wrong and I just needed to run him to town for parts. As I popped up over the hill though I quickly realized that wouldn’t be the case. Even I know that when the combine is completely leaning over on one side it’s not going to be pretty.

Knowing how stressed out Jake would be I thought I could lighten the mood a little by saying “Hey, I think you’re missing a wheel” when he hopped in the truck. He didn’t find it as funny as I did. And because stuff like this only happens on holiday weekends, we can’t get parts until tomorrow.

So instead of enjoying a little break tomorrow, we will be driving a total of about 3 hours for parts, putting the combine back together, and trying to put this harvest in the books. Oh, I forgot to mention one other little detail. It’s supposed to rain tomorrow…and the rest of the week. Lord help me.