Have you been a house-sitter or a pet-sitter?
I'm wondering if and how much you were paid, and what duties that entailed.

I called my brother, and he called me back. We talked about soap and food and dad, but mostly soap ( Read more... )

What is your favorite movie theater candy?

That post office commercial with the talking parcel and plastic reindeer. Looking at the puppies in the LL Bean catalog. Being alone. Receiving unexpected packages in the mail. "Testing" my brakes on my first car trip in new snow fall. Ribbon. Argyle. Finishing lists. Reading. Gloriously regaining my balance after slipping on the ice. Andrew Bird. ( Read more... )

I made all these plans today for an essay about how my life feels as dry as the dust on all those soybeans I test every day. About how I want the music montage part of my life to start. Something like Get Rythm from the Walk the Line soundtrack would start, and then segue into something movement-inducing by Otis Redding, with a finale of Otis ( Read more... )

I finally had a Saturday off work, so my Dad and I hopped into Crunchberry and snuck down to Springfield for a few hours to visit the Museum of Funeral Customs (yes, dear reader, the Museum of Funeral Customs visited by Sarah Vowell in her lovely book Assasination Vacation.) We entered through the cemetary, following the various winding lanes (did ( Read more... )

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I've been working alot, mostly alone, which doesn't produce many interesting stories. It does give me a little too much time to imagine worrisome situations. and listen to music. That part's nice. I guess I'm doing a pretty good job, because my boss (and long-time neighbor) tells me the nice things farmers say about me. and Tenneil and Jenny were ( Read more... )

I love driving west in the early morning. With the sun low on the horizion directly behind you everything you see is perfectly illuminated with a warm wash of gold. With the sun at your back the world unfolds before you as if you have the sun's power and warmth. It is almost like you have a corona of your own or the sun's approval and support ( ( Read more... )

Dude, my job is like the most realistic documentary ever! This morning I thrashed my way through a steaming jungle of corn, stalks looming above my Panama-style hat, saw-edged leaves swaying and bobbing in the intermitant breeze. With my OSHA-required sunglasses protecting my eyes and my stagecoach-robber bandana protecting the rest of my face and ( Read more... )