He got well into his spray and started having trouble with the alternator and losing his lights and power. He explained to me and what I understood the problem to be was, "bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla. So I bla, bla blabbed and bla bla bla, fa la la la la, la la la la." I told him that it was great he figured out the problem. Then he runs out again to finish the spray. I go to bed with the peace of mind that he bla blabbed his tractor.
Next morning, the conversation went something like this:
me: stirring in my sleep
him: I didn't finish spraying last night because my tractor caught on fire.
me: stirring some more in my sleep trying to figure out why someone was trying to wake me up and why they are saying "fire."
Me: What?
Him: My tractor caught on fire.
Me: Fire?! (pictures of tractor ashes racing through my mind). I thought you bla blabbed the bla bla!
Him: I did and when I got to the lower part of the orchard and was really starting to enjoy the cool of the night I notice a bunch of flames leaping out of my tractor between my knees.
Me: What did you do?
Him: I watched it burn itself out.
Me: Oh - OK. Thats kinda wierd. Does it still work?
Him: Yup, I waited til morning so I could bla bla the bla bla of the bla bla when it was light. It was impossible to bla bla in the dark and get it right.
Me: OK - can I take pictures of you bla bla-ing for the blog for the family to enjoy?
Him: sure.
Here is the Bla-Bla
Here is the Apple Farmer Bla-bla-ing the bla bla.
Here is the Apple Farmer after he bla-blabed his tractor and suited up.
And away he goes!
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