For those of you who don't know me, I'm Prairie Woman. I'm up very early in the morning. I'm a weather watcher, have been for about four years now. I'm a weather geek and thus am up at the crack of dawn. It has proven to be a decent combination.
Several friends of mine have suggested that I write interesting emails, that I'm a little bizarre, that I can make the mundane life of a retiree appear almost interesting. They suggested that perhaps I should blog. This is quite scary for me; I may putz a little bit in weather, but I have LOTS to learn about technology. What the hell is a blog???? I will be amazed if this thingy that I'm typing right now does indeed do what it's supposed to do.
I'm a retired band director. I taught instrumental music for a small rural school district for 34 years. The school literally sits on what used to be a cornfield. I think my band room used to be Burpee Sweet Treet To Eat Butter Sugar. The funny thing is that this corn thing seems to keep popping up (ha ha) in major areas of my life. My house also sits in the middle of an ex-cornfield on 35 acres of land. We're talking Boondocks Central.
The only house within a quarter mile of us is the Williams family. Their house sits across the road from us, kitty corner. And you guessed it, behind their home grows hundreds of acres of corn. I really don't know the neighbors very well at all. I really only know two things about them. From the phone book, I have learned their first names; and secondly, I know that they lose power as often as we do. Out here, this is a rather common occurrence. That's the only time when we talk on the phone. "Do YOU have power??..... OK, just checking!" An hour or so later, "Has your power come back yet?.... No, neither has mine. Can I borrow your generator?" Out here, we borrow generators the way other neighbors borrow sugar. They should put bigger wheels on the things for easier transport through our bumpy, rutted cornfield yard. Monster Truck Michelins would do nicely. Better yet, they should consider making them with self-propelling wheels, like on lawn mowers.
On a future blog, I will introduce more of myself and my fairly warped perspective of the world. I hope you've enjoyed meeting me as much as I've enjoyed typing my first blog.
Several friends of mine have suggested that I write interesting emails, that I'm a little bizarre, that I can make the mundane life of a retiree appear almost interesting. They suggested that perhaps I should blog. This is quite scary for me; I may putz a little bit in weather, but I have LOTS to learn about technology. What the hell is a blog???? I will be amazed if this thingy that I'm typing right now does indeed do what it's supposed to do.
I'm a retired band director. I taught instrumental music for a small rural school district for 34 years. The school literally sits on what used to be a cornfield. I think my band room used to be Burpee Sweet Treet To Eat Butter Sugar. The funny thing is that this corn thing seems to keep popping up (ha ha) in major areas of my life. My house also sits in the middle of an ex-cornfield on 35 acres of land. We're talking Boondocks Central.
The only house within a quarter mile of us is the Williams family. Their house sits across the road from us, kitty corner. And you guessed it, behind their home grows hundreds of acres of corn. I really don't know the neighbors very well at all. I really only know two things about them. From the phone book, I have learned their first names; and secondly, I know that they lose power as often as we do. Out here, this is a rather common occurrence. That's the only time when we talk on the phone. "Do YOU have power??..... OK, just checking!" An hour or so later, "Has your power come back yet?.... No, neither has mine. Can I borrow your generator?" Out here, we borrow generators the way other neighbors borrow sugar. They should put bigger wheels on the things for easier transport through our bumpy, rutted cornfield yard. Monster Truck Michelins would do nicely. Better yet, they should consider making them with self-propelling wheels, like on lawn mowers.
On a future blog, I will introduce more of myself and my fairly warped perspective of the world. I hope you've enjoyed meeting me as much as I've enjoyed typing my first blog.
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