It’s a windy, warm morning here on the Knolltop. I couldn’t believe it when I got up to make the coffee and it was 60 out! I love not having to wear all those clothes out to milk!
Last night JW’s team won again. This time they knocked off Waldron 6-4. We got the cows milked and got there during the third inning. Yes, it was a slow game. I had forgotten how cool you can get on these spring evenings at the ball park. By the time I got home I was just freezing! JW played a little outfield and then played third base for a while. I can’t tell you how he did batting…I know, I know, what kind of mother am I?
Since when is it illegal to have a truck without a tailgate? The other night while I was driving home from Ohio a police car came up behind me and I figured since I wasn’t speeding he was after someone else. So I kept on chatting on my cell phone with Frank Robinson, who I called on mistake by pushing the wrong name in my phonebook….and I just ignored the flashing lights. After a mile or two I decided to stop. I told Frank what was happening and hung up. I was baffled at why they would stop me….I knew I couldn’t have been speeding in this old farm truck.
The officer came up to me and I immediately asked, “Was I speeding?” And he replied, “No ma’am, you weren’t speeding but you do have some equipment violations.” My thoughts started flowing and I began to wonder why at 10 pm on a Saturday night they could find time to stop a woman in a farm truck for equipment violations! Do they not have anything else to do?
He told me that I had one light out on my licence plate and that I had no tailgate. Oh my…arrest me! One little light and an AWOL tailgate? Honestly! Then he finally fessed up, and said they wanted to make sure I sober. I replied, “Sober? Oh yes sir, I’m sober alright! I just got done speaking at an FFA banquet in Ohio, I think I’m sober!” And as I went on and on and on I then thought, I’m making my case worse and I said, “The way I’m running my mouth I’m starting to sound like I’m drunk, aren’t I?”
The officer said, “Oh no ma’am, I know you’re not drunk.” Then he took my liscence and came back with a warning. He asked me again where I had been and I told him and then explained to him that my husband had our van and was visiting friends in Wisconsin and that I had the farm truck, thus…no tailgate. He looked at the truck and said, “Oh, that explains a lot.” And then he let me go.
I called Frank back and told him I was in jail…he didn’t buy it.
Better go get breakfast!