We live near the top of a large south facing hill and everything is either up hill or down. J is forever complaining about the steepness and how it affects trying to do anything.
Yesterday he came in fuming and saying, "no one understands the troubles I have here." Well, the trouble was that the ground was slick and muddy on top and still frozen underneath which isn't a good combination with the steep hill. The tractor got stuck while he was giving the calves a round bale in their feeder.
But all it took was a call to a wonderful neighbor who was right there with his tractor in minutes.
After some discussion and a long chain,
J was out and ready to continue on with his work.
Meanwhile, the weather was so warm that afternoon that I got to go riding for the first time this year. I guess this is why J doesn't think I understand his troubles.