Friday, September 18, 2009

"Buffalo." "Titonka." "Titonka." "Buffalo."

The Titonka property won't go away from my heart. And it's gotten over 25% cheaper over the last 6 weeks.

Hog holding stations. How bad can that get?

(Answer: Really bad.)

I've said it before and I'll say it again, again: My dad spent his entire youth trying to get off the farm, and I'm trying my entire middle age to get on one. What does Morpheus say? It would seem fate is not without a sense of irony?


Schmutzie said...


You'll get used to the hogs.

Take the red pill.

switters said...

I just need to stay (mostly) sober this weekend. Lots to do whether I move or not.

I seem to do a lot better on Saturday and Sunday evenings if I've been productive. My place really needs a fully-ripened Fall cleaning. Like dad used to say about our rooms when we were growing up, "You could grow beans in here."

Isonomist said...

He must have known my girlfriend Jackie. She hated doing dishes. One day I was visiting and looked at her sink pile and there it was. A beanstalk. With leaves. Growing out of the drain. Life finds a way.