It's been a crazy week, but one that I wouldn't trade for a million dollars. OK, I would have to seriously consider a million dollars.
It has been a crazy busy week and that is a good thing, in my book. An idle mind goes a bit crazy.
Monday continued our sporadic chopping of silage this week. I say sporadic because we chop a few acres of corn, then take a few days off and then start over again.
In a normal year we wouldn't have so many days in between filling the silos and filling bags with silage. Because our corn varies so much in maturity, in part due to the weather, we have to adjust our schedules to get the silage done at the perfect moisture level.
I do have to admit, I learned a few new things this year. This was the first time in more than 20 years that I emptied wagons into the silo and into the bags. Normally I just drive the tractors to and from the field, I don't unload the silage.
The last time I helped fill silo I plugged the pipe that the silage gets blown through into the silo. Ever since that year I haven't liked to empty wagon while filling silo.
This year I took a big leap and said I would do it on my own.
Not once did I plug the pipe! I was so proud of myself.
I also had to empty my own wagons into the bagger when we were filling the bags, but there really is nothing to plug up while doing that. We worked hard from 8 a.m. until 9 p.m. and yes, the following day I took an awesome nap.
Another first is we sent Russell off on his first-ever State Fair trip. We are so proud of him.
It is a bit worrisome sending a 16-year-old high school junior up to the State Fair without the constant supervision of either one of his parents.
"I hope he remembers who he is and acts appropriately," I said to Steve on the ride home from Sleepy Eye.
"I have no concerns about him," Steve said. "I think he's a much better kid when we are not around than when we are."
I think Steve may be correct on this one. I bet Russell only bites the heads of his parents off. To everyone else he's an angel. I don't know where he learned that. I always respected my parents.
The State Fair Dairy Show is Saturday. The day we were supposed to move Joey to SDSU, Brookings. I had to get special permission to move Joey into his first-ever dorm room a day early.
So while Russell is off cavorting at The Great Minnesota Get Together today, the rest of us are driving my dearest son off to college.
Joey is not in the least bit concerned about what he has to take for college. It's a boy thing - take what you need and forget the rest. I don't know where he learned that. I always over-pack.
Several years ago he asked for a refrigerator for his bedroom for Christmas. Another year he wanted to purchase a futon so that when his friends came over they wouldn't have to sleep on the floor. I don't remember when he purchased his television, which, at that time, was a lot larger than the television in the living room. He also has had his own gaming system he purchased many years ago.
I used to think having those items ahead of time would save me a lot of worry when it finally came time to send him on his way.
I begged him for days to take the refrigerator downstairs so I can clean it out. I know it's dirty on the inside. I did manage to wash the cover of his futon. And I brought the huge box from his television down - with all the Styrofoam padding included. And he hardly takes a break from his Xbox. He didn't even consider packing until later last night.
I don't know why I was so stressed about him getting his items packed. To him it's that simple. Send him on his way with a television, gaming system, refrigerator, a few shirts, a few pairs of underwear and two pairs of jeans (in that order)and he's good to go.
It's been a good week.
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