July
5 Among the really annoying things that farm visitors say to me is "I could never eat an animal I raised myself, especially if it had a name." To them I have only this to say: Donner Party, Alfred Packer, Venezuelan soccer team. *** I kept a dream diary for a while...just ran into it. Two stand out. The first was a dream in which I was planting flowers. I turned around and there was the man I was seeing at the time laughing and pulling them all up as fast as I planted them. Didn't need any $150/hr. shrink for that one. *** The Lutheran church I attended in Alaska had a minister who didn't mince words, which is probably why he was sent to Alaska. Just before I moved there, he had officiated at the funeral of a woman who had died as a result of alcoholism. In the service, the pastor had not only made mention of the cause of death, he had cited her family's failure to get the woman some help. It was quite a funeral. *** *** As far as events go, the day after the 4th of July is bereft of anything of significance and has only one celebration that is amusing. Tree-Mendus Fruit Farm in Eau Clare, Michigan, hosts the annual International Cherry Spitting Contest. The rules state that the contestants spit their pits on a blacktop surface and that the measured distance includes the roll.
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