The rest of it in These titles mean nothing.

/403. Saturday now. 999,598 to go. Calm day. Sunny, not too hot, quiet. Just a few flies to swat. Thinking of warming up last night’s hamburgers for lunch. Jim is gone exercising his vast arsenal of haying equipment. John who is home sort of accidentally is off golfing. John is home because this is his 30th HS reunion. I don’t know whether he had planned to go or not, or if he is going, which I doubt, but one of his long term friends flew in from the west coast and John brought him down. It’s an incredibly long story of which I only have parts, so I will not relate it. He seems relaxed and happy and that is all that counts. Well not all, of course, but it’s something.

/404. I’m not writing much here. Not sure why. No idea why. Words are such sneaky little fellows. They are at the tip of your tongue/fingers or they don’t exist at all. I noticed when I went back to the last numbered entry to get the number to start here that I was going to see Joana that day. I did and I brought a basket of her laundry down and then she came later in the day to pick it up and stayed for what amounts to supper here. So I had a full day of Joana. She still has the cats. They now all have cushions. I have nothing to say. I assume cat management is between her and Jim. In fact most management is out of my hands. I sit and click at the keyboard and take naps. Good for me. I cook a little occasionally and do some laundry. Actually Joana’s visit was a good thing because I was at the end of my housekeeping rope and a visitor encouraged me to crawl back up. I did the basic clear off the table and counters, washed dishes and made the cellar entryway and steps fit for humanity. And since them I’ve been enjoying the relative order. Good for me. I also persuaded Jim to fix the door to the deck so it would close and so fewer flies would come in.

/405. Not sure if that was the end of that paragraph of if it should have had more breaks. Oh well. I have a few pictures to show you. They are from last weekend’s jaunt to McGregor and they don’t amount to much, except the sky was very blue and the clouds were very white and the grain elevator was at its best.

This elevator collects and stores corn and soybeans from farms and send them off by train or river barge. Jim says the trucks come in and unload at the green building. He says it is huge, perspective is everything. The hose exhausted something - what used to be called chaff? - but it must catch it too because it can’t be put out into the air.

/406. Our favorite state legislator worked at this grain elevator and was school board president. She served two terms and was defeated in 2016 by a woman who has decided one term in Des Moines was enough and is now running for county supervisor. She is running against our neighbor who Jim shares farm equipment with. This will be his second term should he be reelected and I think he will be.

/407. Again it’s a game. You need a scorecard. I don’t know if Jim and I (or I myself) will go to the thing tomorrow. It’s for the supervisor candidate, the woman who running for state legislature (unopposed, which is really funny. The Republicans have not come up with a candidate for that office. You’d think they would wants to, would have to, in fact. The County Fair is next week and they would want their candidate at the fair, you’d think?) I know you love it when I talk about politics. I think I’m more likely to write about it here since I am not involved actively in real life. Oh well, Such is life. Someone has to run our government and I like having a bit of say so into who it is. I’m always surprised at the goodness in our candidates. Naïve? Maybe. But it’s my choice.

/408. I have a load of clothes on the line. Someone laid in my flower bed. The wandering calf? His name is Marmadork. I would rather he stayed out of my flowers. but I have no control.

/409. I seem to be very good at letting the summer go by. Letting time go by in general. I no longer feel the need to record things for posterity. Posterity can go fuck itself. Unless posterity means my grandkids and I’d rather they didn’t do that. Actually now that I think about it, I have kind feelings toward posterity in general. But now that I care about who and what comes after me, does that mean I have to keep records for them? Probably not. There are already too many records. I’ve already made too many records. No need to make more.

/410. So. My million and one items to write about might not be necessary. I guess I can quit anytime. I will have to think about it. Meanwhile though, there are 999,591 left. So let’s get our lives. Have a happy rest of the weekend, rest of the summer, rest of our lives. Be good, pet the dog, etc.

Last updated July 07, 2018