…For You To Haive
Contrary to popular belief, I’m still here, and as fat and sassy as ever. Now then…
Last weekend involved my return to St. Edward for one of the best-named small-town celebrations ever, Beaver Valley Days. For the uninitiated, small town celebrations are simply more blatantly obvious than usual excuses for everyone to get absurdly drunk while trying to show the town’s best face to the world at large. Therefore, I went to the bar, a street dance, and a party at a friend’s farm on Saturday night; and sobered up while taking in the parade and barbeque on Sunday. In any case, it’s a form of entertainment that I can’t recommend highly enough.
I’ll be back home again from Wednesday night until sometime Sunday night or Monday…I have to be a fill-in farmer as my parents will be gone on vacation. My parents’ vacation has something to do with this, in case you’re curious. (Yes, I’m hoping to get a license to do so myself.) I may blog a bit while I’m back on the farm.
Finally, random moments from my drive to/from home…
I passed a country church east of Bellwood at exactly 3 P.M. on Saturday. Cars were parked all along the side of the road, and I couldn’t figure out why, until I saw a bride and her father starting to walk in the doors from outside.
Sunday night, I saw fog beginning to form on the edge of the Loup River floodplain south of Genoa.
I wish I had my camera for both these moments. Everyday life is incredibly beautiful, if one ever takes the time to notice it.