This morning, our neighbour saw the shells in the driveway and asked me about them. Shortly thereafter, he showed up with his tractor to finish the spreading for us. It took him about half an hour to do what would have taken us more than a full day to do by hand. He drove over them repeatedly, too, so as to begin the process of crushing them up. God bless our neighbour. He has helped us out SO many times. He also took home with him one of the 3 batteries from the bus to see about charging it up. The tractor needs a new battery, and we might as well try one of the ones we already have rather than running out for a new one.

Progress, yay!

Except…

I wasn’t home when husband got home today. I was at a friend’s place, helping with their back pain. Given he didn’t see the van at the end of the drive, he assumed the driveway was driveable. Halfway through the first shell patch, he stuck fast. Now, husband’s car is an entirely awful vehicle. We both hate it with a firey passion. It is gutless, intensely inclined toward being problematic, and has been a pain in our collective patoot ever since we were more or less forced to buy it. In any case, I messaged good ol’ neigbour to see if he was available for a tow.

Neighbour, being the helpful fella that he is, came as soon as he could with his tractor. Turns out, the car wasn’t JUST stuck. For whatever reason, the reverse gear no longer wants to engage. Whee….

Also, the battery that he took home to charge is thoroughly, unresurrectably dead. It will not take a charge at all. So, hopefully one of the other two will….

Basically, though….today we are at a net negative.