“15 there’s still time for you
Time to buy and time to lose
15, there’s never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live”
“100 Years” lyrics by John Ondrasick – Music Video performed by Five for Fighting
Tag Archives: Thoughts
Fall Has Arrived in Eastern Nebraska
This is Curt & Jamie’s home. The colors have not been edited or enhanced by any means! Beautiful, gorgeous, awesome, amazing picture taken by Taylor.
Well, we did it. We broke down and turned on the furnace earlier this past week. All at once, summer turned its steamy head and walked away! I wouldn’t be too upset, though, if it decided to come back for a little while. I was thinking about a day this summer that I thought was almost the hottest day I could remember. I remember this day in particular because we were cutting barley and I was trying to keep the barley chaff from filling the cab of the truck – so I had the windows rolled shut when both combines came to dump. It seemed like Ed’s green combine would unload the bin faster than Jim’s (maybe he had his idled down some). Anyways…by the time Ed was done emptying his bin, the sweat was rolling from head to toe. By the time Jim finished, I literally wondered if I was going to die in the cab of that truck! When Jim FINALLY finished, I jumped out of the truck to tarp the box. When the breeze hit me – I thought I was going to freeze to death! I remember goosebumps forming before my body realized it was over 100 degrees!
An Endangered Species?
For some “down” time, I sometimes like to hit the “Random Post” link on my blog. It’s always fun to see what we were doing on that particular random day. If someone is with me, I like to reread the posting to them to spark a memory of where we were and what we were doing. Sort of like playing a game. This particular posting is one I feel could be thought of on a daily basis and wanted to share the game with you, my readers:
I’ve been trying to keep up with the U.S. Farmers & Ranchers Alliance Facebook page www.facebook.com/USFarmersandRanchers. However, every time I visit to see what’s being talked about, I just get mad!
The World That Most People Are In
It’s been three weeks ago that I spent the entire day sitting in the trailer house wondering what to do next. That was the first day of being thrown back into the non-harvest world and I had no idea where to start. Harvest feels like a dream ago. Did we really experience the summer wheat harvest?
In the past three weeks, I’ve emptied the cottage on wheels and have become part of the world that most people are in. There are harvesters still on the road doing what they started nearly five months ago. I miss that world. While driving around our rural area, I see the combines in the field and get homesick. Homesick for the lifestyle that we were still a part of just a month ago.
I keep ignoring the fact that the trailer house is still in dire need of being cleaned. Every day I think, “this will be the day I will begin that chore”. So far, every day goes by and I have yet to make that initial cleaning wipe! If I had all the money in the world, I would hire someone to come in and do it for me while I’m involved in the world that most people are in.
The Worst Day.
The flag I immediately hung outside my front door. You can tell it was there quite a long time – ragged and bleached.
The day began like any other and ended with confusion, fear and…a sense of being united.
9/11/01 will forever be a memory in my brain. A day in which the events will never be questioned by what I was doing and where I was at.
It Feels Like Home
She wasn’t “home” when we left the driveway. “Home” was in Texas with another family. I sold the trailer house that had been home to us during the summer months last fall. What we left “home, home” with in May was an RV full of our belongings.
Notable Characters of J Town
The 2000 census states the town of Jordan (settled in 1896) has a population of 364. Not a huge town and definitely not one you’d think could hold so many characters in its history. I am not an expert in any of what I’m about to share with you. Throughout the years, however, I have thoroughly enjoyed hearing about the stories and being involved in some way with each one.
Bring on the Heat!
It’s 9:00 a.m. and it’s already 90 degrees. If there’s any green wheat left out there in this area, it’ll be gone after today. Predicted high is 104 and the humidity is 14%. No wonder my eyes and nose begin to burn after stepping outside. I’m guessing the pool will be the likely place to find the girls – or lounging in the cool cottage. According to the Weather Channel, this is not the only place in the country it’s hot. So many areas are in desperate need of rain. The crops are going to suffer – which, in turn, means we suffer.
Happy Father’s Day!
Father’s Day has come and gone for another year. It was yet another day of nothing happening in camp. Taylor insisted she wanted to make supper for her dad so that’s what she did. She decided it was going to be BBQ meatballs, mashed potatoes and corn on the cob. This would have to be one of Jim’s favorite meals – except for roast beef.
It’s beginning to get a little tense around these parts
Oh my goodness! Patience and tempers in this camp are beginning to take a turn for the worse! We have been inside this trailer house entirely TOO LONG! The last time we set foot in a wheat field was June 2 – that’s 12 days ago.
Yesterday, the girls and I did escape for most of the day. We headed to Garden City to tour the FREE zoo and then did a little shopping – fun and grocery. We went to the zoo with friends (who are also harvesters… young harvesters). I mention young harvesters because that is an issue in our industry that really needs to be addressed. It happened that Allie (harvester’s wife) could escape with the boys for a little while so they met us there.The Garden City Zoo is by far my favorite zoo! Even better than the Omaha Henry Doorly Zoo, as far as I’m concerned. I could go there every day and not get sick of being there. It’s beautiful! This is its 85th year of existence and has always been free admission.
This little tyke’s name is Brooks.