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What’s happening? Public radio just told me that crypto is coming. Political candidates who are against it are being attacked. Okkkkkkaaaayyyyy.
I decided a few days ago to give up, to submit, to just wait and see what happens without letting acid eat holes in my stomach. My theory was that since so many of my fellow Americans believe differently than I do, that I should maybe just let them have their way. Maybe they are right and I am wrong. I don’t really think so, but but but but who the fuck knows?

Along with crypto, I hear the department of education is going to be eliminated. I don’t really know what it did - perhaps tried to make schools throughout the country meet certain standards? So then we have the next civil war all the soldiers will have the same reading levels. That sounds like a good idea. I will not fight that.

Meanwhile.

Today was the most beautiful day I’ve seen in a while. We had an intense blue sky and wind and cold temperatures and wet ground from some recent rains. All good things I guess. No mail because it’s Veteran’s Day. Will we still have Veteran’s Day? I assume so. The calendars are already printed.

I drove to one of JIm’s farming sites to bring him home. He had taken the combine over. The combine is such a beast. It’s an IH 1440 - I will check the number with Jim. It’s old and paid for - god I hope - and so far this year has been running pretty good. It’s a little sad. It has the black spot on one side of the metal work from the time it caught fire - combines catch fire pretty easily - so much dry stalks and leaves and the diesel engine in the middle. One corner is bent up pretty seriously from the time the axle broke and the combine kind of fell off its frame. Still it’s running and doing a good job. Wish it luck. Jim rode back with me in the Buick up to Joana’s and picked up one of the tractors - I do not keep very good track of the tractors - there is an old cab on and a newer cab one and three open tractors. All IHs, all brave beasts on their recognizances. He took that tractor to the remote farming clsite and is bringing home two gravity wagon loads of corn he’s already combined. He’s had a call from a neighbor who wants him to combine some of his corn - so that is custom work and while custom work might be a worry, it’s a good thing too.

Side note - in the last few weeks we’ve had a couple inches of much needed rain - several batches of clothes on the clothesline took a while to dry. And it seems that the corn standing in the fields has gained a couple percentage points of moisture from the rain. That’s not good news - the rain is good news, but the wetter corn isn’t. Still we will see what happens. Light bill was two and a half times higher last month for the blower on the corn dryer. That’s ok too.

By the way we are still waiting for the fiber optic hookup. We plan to get a phone through the optic line and I want to call up the coop to see if they have any idea when it will happen. I wouldn’t care but my current landline phone bill has gone from $70 to $90 to $107 in the last six months - I looked at my checking account to see for sure. I want to call and lodge a complaint. In the past I’ve had the bill lowered several times, I don’t want to beg or whine but if .... well you get it. Or don’t. I’m never sure of what I’m doing. I bet we get 50 scam calls for every one legitimate call, and when it rains our phone service is very static-y, almost impossible to use. Our phone died too, but we got a new one at Wal-Mart for $20.

God almighty, I guess you heard all that before.

Waylon Jennings CD was in the car and he sounded good. Lonesome, Ornry and Mean, Ramblin’ Man, Honky Tonk Heros. I might be the only woman in the world, county for sure, who has been in love with Waylon Jennnings and Graham Greene for decades. Six for Greene, four for Jennings. I’m nothing if not loyal.

See you all.
I took a picture of my coleus in bloom but I’m too lazy to see if I can down load it. And then there’s that beautiful sky. Keep it in your imagination.