Recognizing Engine Revs.

The right pitch indeed.

Saturday afternoon, especially when it is cold and rainy are best spent on the couch watching a weepy program. Blissful indeed which even Mausi confers as she loves to stretch out atop of my legs. Despite the sound being rather loud over the hum of the oven. Yes, warmth brings many extras.

Bob was hidden behind the computer when I took notice of a sort of steady rumble of a tractor. Look, in our neck of the woods there are more tractors then cars but somehow I can put tractor to person. One drives rakishly, one slow, another haltingly and today I differentiated the idling sound of our neighbour's tractor.

Idle he only does when he needs to see Bob. For some reason he never knocks on the door but rather waits patiently for one of us to hear him outside. At times he gets tired of idling and phones us to come outside. Fair enough.

I hollered to Bob that there was someone outside. Of course he thought I was imagining again - how often did I get him with the supposed postman being outside! - but nevertheless got up to have a look out the window.

It did turn out to be our neighbour wanting to collect stuff and Bob helped him get it. Our house is set on a corner where most drive past. Today being Saturday it is a fever pitch of tractor chucking as everyone who works during the week has only today to sort out any work around the yard. In the country it is frowned upon to do any work about the house on a Sunday. Just as well we don't own a tractor as that would wipe out any chances to unwind after a long work week.

Biggi