We are having freakish weather out here. Now, I remember as a child being scolded for using the word freak or any derivation of the word. But let's be honest. It is the middle of July, and I'm wearing one of the three Fall season shirts I brought with me. 'S cold out there. I have to be honest though, I don't mind it. Maybe I'm only cold because I wear three layers to work everyday, and am out in the fields without cloud cover. Maybe that's why I'm chilly. But it still doesn't seem right to me.
Updates.
School: One more month until I get that piece of paper that is so coveted to hang on a wall in one's office. Problem with that is that if I hang it in the office that Steve and I share, some sort of vermin would probably get to it before anyone besides S or myself could enjoy it. I'm looking into doing some wilderness survival courses which are essentially EMS training courses for state parks. Further pursuing the whole using my degree thing.
Work: Work has been keeping me busy this month. Steve has been out of town for 11 days this month so I've been big dog on campus for the 50 farm. It's fun, but at the same time, I have to have the answers which isn't always easy to do. Nothing else has died yet. My farm is still getting about 2 gallons of milk from Claire every day. 1900 is getting their horses re-shod today, and the new shoes are pretty cool. The shoes are kind of like track spikes. Meaning that the spikes can be replaced when they get worn down. I think that's neat. Plus the farrier is a real nice guy. Funny even, in a Midwest small town kind of way.
Romance: I have been in communication with a very charming young woman that I met at Concordia for the past four years. She currently has a teaching job where her principal is one of Dad's former colleagues. How's that for the LCMS? Smaller world than a Walt Disney ride. Anyway, she conned me into a "long distance" relationship which doesn't really mean a whole lot. I say that because nothing has really changed. I still talk to her almost everyday, either by phone or online. It isn't as though I can take her out for dinner, or go rent a movie, or walk through town. 360 miles is quite the distance. Anyway, so yeah. There is a special someone out there.
Social life: I've been asked not to come to game night until my temper has improved. Now I know what you're thinking. "Buck, you're a pretty laid back kind of guy. You tollerate people very well. Something like that." Turns out that when you play Risk at game night, and you're doing pretty well until you can't get a roll to save your life and end up losing three of the continents you control in under five minutes, get so upset that you throw the dice out the window and a meteor strikes the game board throwing pieces everywhere...people don't let you play Risk with them anymore. In my defense, we had been playing for 4 hours straight, and I elminated two opponents. Social life is going well. Cory is without a doubt the guy that I go to with anything. He just moved, with my help, to an apartment in Grimes. To make that a bit more real for you folks, Grimes is 5 minutes north of Urbandale. We hang out quite a bit.
I've been talking with the Pastor at the church that I try to get to, and he's a very nice man. He didn't quite understand why a 20-something didn't like the contemporary service on Saturday nights until I told him a bit about my background at which point he brightened right up and told me to come to the 8 am Sunday morning service for a liturgical service. Problem is, I work Sunday mornings. If I want to get chores done and the site set up for the day, I have to be at work at 8. He was very understanding and offered to tape the service and give me a copy of the tapes. I said that would be great, but I'll still miss out on communion, and the relationships that I could form with other members of the congregation. Again, he didn't quite understand why a 20-something would worry about those kind of things at which point I elaborated on my background. - The only downside to this church is that one has to be a member to partake in communion. Being confirmed isn't enough. Reminds me a bit of Grace RF, or St. Paul Brookfield. I also can't become a member right now. New member classes are Sunday mornings and as previously said, I can't get to those. So, untill my schedule changes, or the season slows down to limited hours, I'll make do with the Church in a Can.
That's about all I can think of.
Oh, Big Sister - Ginger had a nail in her hoof, and your sheep are dying from worms. You still don't have pigs. But threshing is coming up! Some good news and bad news. Depending on how you interpret it.
Buck
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ReplyDeletealways like to read your updates. That paper you made reference to came in the mail today. Celebrate responsibly. Yippee!!!! Did you say you were "conned into" a relationship? Hmmmmm. Curious way to put it, don't you think?
I always thought you worked and played well with others. You must have been provoked to throw dice! I have an idea about good old-fashioned church. What would 1850-1900 farmers have done? Arrange for a pastor to visit and do church in a home or schoolhouse once a month or so. The farm could invite an actual pastor to do a historically accurate lutheran service, maybe even partly in German (Norwegian, Swedish, Danish) for you farmers and for any visitors from their own congregation. The farm would get new visitors from local churches, and you would get a (very) traditional lutheran service once in a while. Maybe on alternating weekends, the religions of other settlers could have a service. If I lived near you, I'd volunteer to organize it.
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