This is your life

Here is the very much overdue posting that has been in the making for a while. I have had the pleasure of reading about the lives of everyone else in the big house (years 1 and 2) and yet have deprived you all of doing the same with me. So here it is... enjoy.

This is the house I live in, located just on the west edge of Wellman (pop. 1200?) On the outside it looks like any normal house, tucked away neatly in small town Iowa…

...but, it has a basement entrance to where my life takes place (weekdays from 4:30 pm to 7:00 am and hours vary on weekends)

It’s a very spacious three bedroom, one bath, kitchen/dining area, and a living room. The living room and other two bedrooms get very little use out of me, but when I throw a big party I’ll open them up.Living in the upstairs is my landlord, a small but spunky eighty-four year old lady. We get along quite nicely as she just brought me down cinnamon rolls this evening, and has given me a few other goodies since I moved here in mid-October.

I work at Wellman Farm Center, which supplies farmers with chemical and fertilizer service for their crops. This fall I’ve done a lot of soil sampling (testing nutrient levels, pH, organic matter,…) and anhydrous ammonia application. I enjoy my job thus far, though I miss working with people closer to my age (or even people in their 30s)

Here’s the big rig I’ve been running quite a bit this fall. It applies anhydrous ammonia as a source of nitrogen for the corn in the spring. That ammonia is nasty stuff though. If you breathe too much of it in (it’s a gas at atmospheric pressure) it can kill a person. I breathed in all I wanted this fall. And it’s also the stuff they use to make meth. (Tom, don’t get any ideas)

We went to see baby grimm the other weekend.  Here are some choice photos. 

Living large.  Imagine having a bed that was proportionally this big as an adult.  It would be about forty feet a side.

The easiest thing in life--looking funny/cute.

The toughest thing in life--flipping over onto your back.

Chesterton has good things to say about babies.  I forget where but one of the things he mentioned is how the true amazingness of different human abilities are seen as what they are in a baby.  Their first word, first step, etc.  We dont sit around in anticipation to cheer and clap when a professor utters his first word of the day, or when a roomate takes a step.  Maybe we should?  Or maybe we need more babies to remind us.  Come on tom, you need to fill up that house with a gaggle of little ankle-bighters. 

This post was composed under the compulsion of slave-driver karssen, apologies for its deficiencies.

Peter

Why we have The_Porch

 So here is my first posting. I have been reading Fahrenheit 451 and came across this paragraph that I thought completely described why we sat on the porch at 623 6th St. and why we now have a cyber porch. I am halfway through the book right now so I can't give a full review of the book, but what I have read has definitely been good. Especially being surrounded  by entertainment constantly (military people buy everything that takes up time), I have definitely realized why it is important to think for yourself. We are capable of learning and have the resources! Anyway, read this passage....

Across the street and down the way the other houses stood with their flat fronts. What was it Clarisse had said one afternoon? "No front porches. My uncle says there used to be front porches. And people sat there sometimes at night, talking when they wanted to talk, rocking, and not talking when they didn't want to talk. Sometimes they just sat there and thought about things, turned things over. My uncle says the architects got rid of the front porches becauase they didn't look well. But my uncle says that was merely rationalizing it; the real reason, hidden underneath, might be they didn't want people sittings like that, doing nothing, rocking, talking; that was the wrong kind of social life. People talked too much. And they had time to think. So they ran off with the porches. And the gardens, too. Not many gardens any more to sit around in. And look at the furniture. No rocking chairs any more. They're too comfortable. Get people up and running around. My uncle says...and....my uncle...and...my uncle..." Her voice faded. 

 

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Here is a little pic of my full-bodied mustache. How do you get yours to come in so well, Tom?!

-daniel

 Well I knew it would be tough.  It was the largest hoofication ever concieved by the heart of man.  It would take 40 men, 80 horses, 28 tonnes of coal, and 4 fire grade helicoptors, and lake calhoun.  I will spare the details of the months of constant labor and present the crowning result below.  Fortunately in contrast to our latest creations, this will not degrade so quickly.  Unfortanuately in contrast to our latest creations tom will now have to wear scuba gear all the time, but it was a price we were willing to pay. 

--peter