I'm Not Saying it is Hot...

I'm not saying it is hot around here but Guy's birthday cake melted between the store and his house. He turned "the double nickel," got his free Senior lunch at the Casino, and irrigated like a trouper. His party which was unannounced even to me, took place in two stages. The "starvin' Marvins" ate on time: Janet and her folks and me. Hollis and Guy came in for the second shift. Not knowing the occasion I had to rely on the phone camera for some crappy pictures. Nice people and good food, good conversation, cool beverages, make for a good time. We had one. Janet had been to Rapid City with her mom for her checkup and to see her brother. Janet's mom is a cancer survivor and is doing well. They had a good time and had tales to tell. I showed them my Motorola Q and Guy showed me his Radiation Meter. I tested the phone. Pretty interesting stuff.

They took their cows to a summer pasture above Lysite and Guy is hoping to cash in on the biofuel/corn demand and planted NEW fields in corn. As they haven't been used for this before, it has been grueling getting the plowing, planting, watering, and so forth done. Hollis ate well but the boy is slender and suntanned. Their new home is certainly liveable-very,very, nice, but progress on that has taken a back seat to the income producing
labor. I am glad they are so young and tough. (a co-worker at Janet's office told her she was "tougher than woodpecker lips.") They spent the last winter in a travel trailer, with an outhouse, while they and their contractor worked on their log house. They spent select nights with Janet's folks to shower, and do laundry-mom loved it. Time to feed and see her kids. I really respect these people (in addition to liking them a whole bunch). They have patience and perseverance and good humor. Guy says, "I'll tell ya' this farming is not for sissies."