Ability hits the mark where presumption overshoots and diffidence falls short.
Nicholas of Cusa
Well now that sounds like a perfectly reasonable skill to possess if you are a farmer, oh yes it does. Let me just say I can and have backed up our truck, the Jeep, the lawnmower and actually every piece of equipment on this farm at one time or another over the years. I am not going to say I always do it well.
My skills came into question a very early morning and while my head was still full of cobwebs on the weekend. It was finally decided to move that manure pile from behind the barn. Behind the barn being the problem. It happens to be an enclosed area and not a wide open space. That is always a much easier place to back up a piece of equipment. Having all the cows join the fun did not help the matter.
I could feel the eyes of My Hero burning into the back of my head as I once again tried to back up the tractor with the dump wagon attached using only the side mirrors. To that waiting cute guy, with a smile or a frown on his face sitting in the backhoe and no doubt twiddling his thumbs. The wagon goes off in the opposite direction once again. I keep forgetting you have to think in reverse. I swear if he was not watching me this job would have been a piece of cake. For some unknown reason I cannot seem to do anything while he is watching me, or I think he is watching me. I am pretty sure this has to be a documented phenomenon for centuries between a man and his wife. I do know that when he is not on the farm I can do it. His presence or the mere thought of his presence turns me into a bundle of nerves and my judging skills retreat.
The manure pile we are talking about is an old manure pile which is now dark rich earth. It is where I had planted those hoped to use in the wedding special seeds. If you remember here I planted heritage seeds consisting of a variety of pumpkins, long necked swan gourds and different varieties of sunflowers. I have to tell you that plan went awry when the sunflowers all bloomed about two weeks before the wedding. The birds did love them we will never know if the bride would have loved them. The gourds and pumpkins were attacked by some strange insects I have never seen before and surrounded by weeds as tall as the barn. We will never know what the guests at the wedding would have thought about them. I did manage to find one tiny pumpkin while My Hero was loading the wagon. Small cute and very late.
Oh I forgot where I was going with this story. Oh yes… backing up.
Let us just wrap up this story with the fact that I finally gave up on that first load by hopping out of the tractor with my hands in the air in a show of defeat much like waving a white flag. My Hero climbed down out of the backhoe walked over gave me a hug and climbed into the tractor. He backed up the wagon where it should have been in seconds while I watched him. He informed me that I was not giving the tractor enough swing out before backing up.
The next three hours of loads went very well. By the time we made it to that last load I had my swing and those valuable backing up skills down pat and he assured me it had nothing to do with the fact that he continued to turn his head and not watch me like I asked him to every time. He assured me it had everything to do with my skills.
Is he peeking?............ I know he is awesome.