Scott’s 57th birthday is today. Now he can be as wise as me ... for the next four months.
And he has just gone out the door into the cold morning air, after sweating out some of his own cold overnight. I slept on the couch in hopes of avoiding catching it.
As I walk down the road these past few days you might hear my deep sighs of contentment and relaxation. The fall weather is glorious.
I love being in the field at this time of year, so have asked if there is anything I can do to help. So far, not, but that may change. One year I drove the bale wagon around the field. Any time I’ve driven a tractor or combine I’ve liked it, although I wouldn’t if it was a super-hot day or if there were mosquitoes or horseflies getting into the cab. I'd be a fairweather farmer, right? These guys have a lot more stamina than I do. They've got mail carriers beat, too.
As usual, it’s full-steam-harvest on Scott's birthday so we can’t plan anything. Last night I asked if he’d like a chocolate cake or had another preference. He thought not, as sweets aren't good for a cold. So maybe later, then.
|Walking home from Scott's mom's place; best sky was always this stretch of road, when we lived in that farmyard|
Ha Ha! As soon as I posted "Just Because" I received a text asking who I was pissed off at.
I was actually thinking about the times I've said things that probably offended someone else, but that person didn't say so. -K.