Oh I wish I was a Farmer!

           I hear these words a lot, "Your so lucky to be a Farmer , Your own Boss out in the Fields, doing Field Stuff". Most of the time my response is something like " Yea, pretty Lucky indeed". So it is time to set you straight on Farming!  Managing is the most important thing I do, TIME, this is critical , seemingly more than years past, not exactly sure why but it seems like now if you do not get your work done when you have the opportunity , it is easy to get behind and Hard to catch up.  FINANCES , it is easy to get rapt up in all the latest, greatest equipment or options for fertilization, Chemicals or experimental methods that are mostly untried but show promise. There is a fine line between being Progressive, and  being a Spendthrift. one can lead to success the other will surely lead to Failure. Their are other important things one must do to keep ones head above water in Farming , but  gather close to your screen I am about to let you in on a secret,          The only way you will succeed in Farming is .....IF IT RAINS!       It is as true now as when my Great Grandpa Jimmy and his brothers Frank, And Jack, moved to Northern Liberty County in 1887. That's right Bunky I come from a long line of Dirt Farmers.  rain is the original Four letter word, such as this year we finally received our first moisture in 7 weeks Eight Tenths , just under an Inch, which is a great Rain anytime right?   Damn right, so the talk around town went like this, " Hey Ron how much rain did you get?"  "Oh around three quarter of an Inch I guess." " You?"  eight Tenths in my gauge of course there was a fly in there too". Farmer Humor!  " That's a good Rain for sure!"  Oh Hell yeah get us to the next on for sure!"  " Yep Yep".    So not three days later, Me along with every other Sap in the area puts on his Waif costume and with Hat in hand Kneels, looks up to the Heavens and says" BOB , Sir that was great but could We Please have another?"   I Digress, you see The Big GUY GOD is so busy that he delegates some authority to Vice-Gods . Bob is in charge of the Rain. The Big Guyis working on a potion to drop on all Muslims so that every child born  to them in the next twenty years will be a girl and they will all be Lesbians! Might be the only way to put a Crisis in to Isis. So we wait for Bobs response!  Most likely a Lump of Coal!

Ok I am drunk so what!

     My lovely and I went out for dinner this evening, first of all this damn town loves to eat out  , Joseph had less trouble finding an Inn then we had finding a restaurant with a table for two. But we settle in at Cafe Dolce nice place kind of loud but at my age every place is kind of loud, so Rita and I each ordered a Beer Rita a light Beer from  a Montana Brewery , Your faithful correspondent ordered a Belgium Beer that  was called " The Best Beer in the World" the flunky brought a Whiskey bottle to our table disguised as a Beer with a Cork and everything, I knew this old Farmer was over his head, I sheepishly said " How much is it?"   $35,  "Shit is that all Son" Let's do this!"   Rita said  " I have never seen you order a $35 dollar beer".  " You are looking at a new Blackjack Babe, " So we ordered our delicious meal and I proceeded to enjoy my beverage 10% alcohol if you need it and I didn't 't, near the end of my meal the table next to us said" What is that you are drinking?" " A Belgium beer  it says a Pint , but I have drank many Pints in my Interesting life , seems like a lot." " he said " One Pint 10 ounces ! sparky drink up!"  I said I know that, yea I know that. It isn't as though I bought a grocery cart full of DelMonte vegetables but , come on Blackjack pull in your reins Bitch! Buzz is starting to wane guilt taking over good thing it rained .60 at home, off to take some Advil.