My daughter took pictures of Cliff's activities in the shop yesterday. I stole them off Facebook.
That tire is filled with fluid, so it's heavier than you can imagine. Cliff spent a couple of hours trying to get it lined up with the bolts on the tractor. Nothing about putting this tractor back together has been easy.
Close, but no cigar. Since son-in-law Kevin was there to help, the finally devised a way to get things lined up.
They managed to get it on a creeper and roll it up to the wheel. That didn't make it easy, but at least it made it possible.
My great-granddaughter and I watched the action. If I look totally pooped in this picture, it's because I was. I'm not ready to tell you the harrowing story of how my morning went.
I had planned stir-fry for me and Cliff for dinner, but thanks to the fact that hamburger can be thawed in a microwave, the rest of the crew had cheeseburgers. Cliff loves stir-fry, but I think when he smelled the burgers cooking he would have rather had a burger.
