I saw a sticker on an SUV today. It said “Screw a farmer, everyone else does.”
Now, I’m not saying I don’t agree with the idea. American farmers trying to make a go of a family farm have a very, very tough time.
But I do think his point would have been a little better made had he not put it on a Lincoln Navigator.
Sean and I went to Balloon Fest in Lincoln, Illinois last night. Here are some photos. Click on them for larger versions.
(This is another post in my continuing effort to help myself with a phobia that’s kind of wrecking my life at the moment. Feel free to skip it-it’s mostly just for me.)
In the last few months, I’ve been battling an overwhelming phobia. It causes horrible anxiety, nausea, vomiting, shooting pains in my arms, and just general echiness.
I’m afraid I have cancer. Which, according to everyone but my brain, is unfounded. I’ve had multiple tests run for some random, very basic symptoms, and they’ve found nothing. But my life is still being wrecked by it.
So. I just want to put it in print here.
I don’t have cancer.
I don’t have cancer.
I don’t have cancer.
Maybe this will help where all other methods haven’t.
I’m hoping by posting this here, someone will feel a sudden sense of generosity and buy me a bunch of these:
So very, very good. Yum.
More from the sunflower field. I wish these’d turned out better-I didn’t know enough how to shoot in such blazing sun.
And a view out our cabin’s back door, on the porch. Again, a case of “I wish I knew more about how to shoot the sun”.
We were on vacation in Colorado last week. On our way to a hotel from the Denver Airport, we found a field full of sunflowers. Here’s a photo…
After two years, we finally sold the old broke-down hoopty that’s been taking up space in our minimal yard space.
I’d like to say it served me well. But, really, it never did. The air was constantly on the fritz, and finally a couple of years ago it got to the point that it’d die any time we drove it.
Anyway, thanks, Craigslist.
It’s been less than stellar.
Starting with last evening, when I got a nasty steam burn on my hand while fixing supper. (Boo.)
Fortunately, after a lot of pain last night, the pain is almost completely gone. (Yay.)
This morning, while driving to an appointment, a guy nearly rear-ended me, and even though it was not in any way my fault, he swore all over the place at me. (Boo.)
I did have a nice day at the out-patient clinic for my last day of the “partial” program, and people said a lot of nice things about me. (Yay.)
On the way home, though, I got not just a flat tire, but an exploded tire, which dented the fender and put a small hole in it on top of everything else. (Boo.)
But I knew how to change a tire, because I’ve done it before. (Yay.)
However, I’m an idiot, and couldn’t figure out that the jack was in sideways. (Boo.)
Fortunately, someone stopped to help. (Yay.)
But I still felt like an idiot but now someone else thought it, too. (Boo.)
Even so, we got the “donut” on, and I was able to get home. (Yay.)
Once I got there, though, I found out my grandfather is in the hospital with a very high fever. (Boo.)
As of this evening, though, it’d gone down quite a bit. (Yay.)
Let’s hope it ends there.
