As reported the day before yesterday, I was feeling pretty beat-up so I was looking for tasks that did not involve my being on my feet. Buying a jogging stroller fit the bill.
I found a seller in Burton, Michigan who had not one, not two, but THREE jogging strollers for sale. They were priced to move at $35-to-$40 each versus a price-new of $170-to-$600.
I agreed to be there Sunday at 3:30 PM to look them over.
After attending Mass, I swung by Lansing to pick up Shotgun. Shotgun is almost always "up" for a road-trip.
I was just turning north off of Grand River on to Airport Road when my phone rang. It was Sprite. "Your cows are out. Hie thee back and collect them."
I am deeply humbled that by the time I got back a collection of neighbors and the ever-wise-and-lovely cowgirl Mrs ERJ had chivvied them a quarter mile back to our property AND they were within 40 feet of the pasture entrance. Seconds after I exited my truck the "girls" calmly strolled through the gate into the pasture as calmly as school girls coming off the playground after lunch.
Shotgun and I spent an hour filling water tanks and inspecting fence to ensure the girls stayed in the pasture. Then we set forth once more for Burton.
The gentleman selling the strollers was fine with us showing up later, in part because I informed him I had an emergency and was going to be late. I showed up at 5:00. By 5:06 I was loading my jogging stroller of choice into the back of the S-10.
Today I get to spend time diagnosing how my lady-Houdinis escaped the other paddock.