Letter to Dave
If I trail off and leave only zzzzz’s in the middle of a sentence it is because today was the first full day of the sugar beet harvest. Beet harvest is as close as I can come to a good reason to get out of bed at 1:45 in the morning, however there exists no truly good reason to commit this sleep crime.
During the harvest, I must always align my truck with a pipe that hangs from the conveyer which loads the sugar beets into my truck. That pipe is my whole world until harvest reaches a conclusion. I will try to find it in the dark and in the glare of mid-day sun and try to never lose track of it’s relationship to me.
I work for R and R Farms near Warren, Minnesota. They have already completed all other harvests which means there’s lots of hands to help. It is a good thing because most people who use their vacation time for harvest plan for the first two weeks of October. I’ve heard that some folks have to go back to their regular jobs as we have typically finished harvest by now-and it’s really our first day, Dave.
It was nice seeing you and Mary for the wedding of our nephew, Derik Nelson. He and Nan created a sincere and happy day in which we could all participate. Lisa and I spent a few days in October watching Ana Hibbert and Adam Tongen find the bliss of sharing a same last name. Lisa and I have joked with Ana’s mom that we should receive a goat as payment for introducing Ana and Adam. The joke was on us at the groom’s supper when payment was presented in all it’s furry and cloven-hooved glory. I felt an immediate sense of dread brought on by the thought of goat-parenthood but soon realized this an event created only in an effort to demonstrate how my face appeared when I felt my world was coming to an end. The goat went home to it’s owner and next time we play cupid we’ll just ask for an invitation to the wedding or a simple hand shake.
Harvest is soon done around here, Dave. Some of the corn has been combined although I believe many await the corn to shed some moisture so they can avoid the expense of extensive drying. Our nephew, Jamie, has been trying to combine sunflowers and I haven’t seen standing beans for at least a week. Our farmers are now participating in a favorite fall sport-ditching their fields. There’s also more drain tile being plowed into the ground, I suspect people are trying to get more production from the land they own as opposed to purchasing increasingly-costly crop land. I’ve heard some crazy land prices in our area recently, I hope those prices are based on a something other than the sweet emotion of the last decade’s commodity prices. I remember the late seventies/early eighties and all the long faces when prices fell and they had to give back all of that high-priced and highly-leveraged land.
Wow, I’m a bummer. I’m sure everything will be fine. (that tune you hear is whistling in the dark)
you’re little bro
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