My fiance's number did not come up in cow pie bingo...in case you were on the edge of your seat. We were not there but heard the cow was given an hour to do his business, and he didn't. So then they do a drawing for the winner. The winner was drawn, and then the cow pie arrived...probably on our number, knowing our luck...but I digress...
Country roads...some are gravel, some are blacktop, all look the same to this city girl. I have had a fear of getting lost since the day I first came to Josh's house a year and four months ago, and the fear remains even though I live here now. I see no rhyme or reason to the system yet, although Josh tells me there is and continiously shows me patience in trying to teach me. I take the same path all the time, it's safer and smarter than having to phone home and have my fiance say what are you near... and I would have to say... "corn"...
Country roads...they seems narrower to this city girl. I don't think they really are. What I have learned is that people just don't know how to share the road. So much so that I get nervous, as they are flying by at 60 miles per hour, and I am almost driving in the ditch to make room for them. That's the other thing - these individuals have driven on these roads for years so they know them like the back of their hand and just fly on by...not worried about me and my little Honda as I am nervously gripping the wheel (especially in the dark) and trying to keep up. But cut a girl some slack and share the road! It's made for two cars, two lanes. I have come to yell out loud in the car now "Share the Road Warren County" when a car flies by me, barely pausing to shift over to their side of the road. You can also sometimes hear an intake of breathe when I am a passenger and Josh is driving on these same country roads.
This past weekend, Josh and I went to a local river town nearby to go to the Farmer's Market. He had talked about this town previously and his friends would go "boat on the river". I have been through this town and have seen the river previously. I thought it was just a river, in a river town -- some river they boated on. Yeah...it's the Mississippi River...the big one... How was I to know? That "river" was in Hannibal, Missouri in my mind... and I'm a Dr...
We got to tour the grave of Norma Jean, an elephant who died in the 70s when the circus was in town. She was chained up near a tree while they prepared for the circus and was struck by lightning...and was just tipped over and cover in dirt, buried right in that spot. Too funny. Oh little town of Oquawka!
Finally, I have discovered this week that farmers are almost as bad, if not worse, than a women's knitting club. This is how conversations go that I overhear "Did you hear about the Henderson's? Oh yeah, their son got hurt when dealing with the corn in the auger. Eight stiches." or "That accident on the corner the other day, that was Tom. You know Tom, from the farm at the end of the gravel road. He was speeding and rear ended Ted's daughter, who just started driving." It's so interesting to me. Josh says they all just look out for each other -- in my little world, we call that gossip.
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