I am having a hard time trying to connect my “AdSense” account onto my blog. I am trying to keep my mind occupied. Peter Moe moved back to the Denver area yesterday, so I am pretty sad. While sitting here trying for the millionth time to connect my accounts. My cousin Virginia messaged me. She, unlike me grew up on a farm and headed into the city. Her message was quite simple but rather well timed, Her simple message? “How is farm life treating you?”
I don’t know what to do with all the milk – but right now I don’t care. I am becoming more humble, when the cow steps on me, when I have to lay down in the cow shit to get the milker hooked up, and yes even when I am talking (to typing!) to myself.