So I could probably get a new job if we ended up selling the farm, and Ronny was in high demand. We would be okay. For now, I was just having a blast with this huge change of pace, and a little bit more time with Ronny didn't hurt, either.
We chatted while he cooked in the cozy kitchen of the little farmhouse. "So what was going on with the bowling ball?" Ronny asked, his back to me. "Those loud thumps."
I giggled. "I had to get it up to speed, so I made a track, like a rollercoaster, but a little more batshit crazy. I hooked a belt up to the tractor's motor and installed wheels in the track to speed the ball up. It's... completely ridiculous."
"s**t, I was wondering where all the scrap wood went."
"Yeah, it should be salvageable, if you don't mind some nail holes and a few haphazard w
