Green oats.... in These titles mean nothing.

We baled our oats before they got ripe, but you can see the shape of the grain and how it grows. Each one of those little green hulls contains an oat like the ones you get in your oatmeal.

Oats is an old fashioned crop. It hasn’t been hybridized and it’s basically the same as it’s always been. You can save your own oats for seed and we used to do that. Now we buy seed, lazy us, huh?

This spring Jim sent me and the Ice Cream Truck to Village Farm and Home for more oats seed. I met third cousin and Village proprietor Joe. Joe was also in my high school class. Small towns you’ve lived in for generations are like that.

We had to drive in separate pickups to a storage building where he kept the seed oats. When we got to the storage building I let Joe drive the ICT because we had to drive into the building and I didn’t want to make a mistake. There was backing involved.

We managed to have a little high school reunion that day. I of course do not attend reunions. But Joe of course does. We’d had our 50th a few years ago and he caught me up. By 50 years we have lost a few classmates. We had been a lucky group for a long time but now there are a few missing.

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I charged my Fitbit overnight and I have it on my wrist this morning. I was able to get into the Fitbit site - had to reset my password. I have hopes I’ll be able to count steps today. The Fitbit site told me it had been October when I last recorded steps. I had had a bad time with a software update and I think my computer was failing at the time. So I’m optimistic.... but who knows?

Last three (3) (!!!!) days I took a dog walk. They were short. Determined to be 15 minutes but were somewhat longer. Last night even a little longer than that. We went to Gracie’s swimming hole at the big culvert. Jim was at P & Z so it was just me and the dogs.

There was a light plane flying up and then across the valley. The dogs weren’t interested. The other evening the local hot air balloon came visiting. That drove them nuts. Much barking. After it was gone, Gracie would look up at the sky where it had been, still trying to figure out what it was.

Hans is still here. Hans likes me. He sleep with me and right now he’s laying on the floor at my feet.

It’s getting late. I need to get moving. 4:19am. Yeah. Late.

Last updated August 16, 2016