Clear sky’s, ground still soggy and mushy. Things go well for my part of Kansas.
Even the village no-goodnics have forgotten to bug me. They’ve probably figured out that it wasn’t, and hasn’t been I that ripped their cash off.
Rater funny, even so.
I fell asleep during the rain delay NASCAR race at KC, never did hear and didn’t want to look up the winners.
Turned on FOX Sports 1 and picked up the race this morning at the same place I’d remembered before passing out. Grats, Jimmy Johnson. Jr, third. Not bad by Hendricks. I’d like to see a couple of other owners be able to generate that sort of horsepower and contest some of these things.
I suppose that’s why I cheer for the Furniture Row crew a lot.
Creeks gone down, so the fast drainage is over. Time to hook up for some hay cutting. It is a bit early, it seems, but the grass is starting to stem out and go to seed now. Maybe we’ll get two cuttings this year, rather than one and a smidgen.
The government has me seeing shadows, I think. I went to the bank, having a sales clerk remark about my checkbook balance, thinking to transfer some funds from checking to pass book savings.
My first question to the teller was asking her if I would be investigated for making a money movement of the size I wanted.
She laughed at me. No, she said, only if it is money. They don’t worry about it if it is among accounts.
Which bothers me even yet. Not with standing a paper trail through two tax filings.
I’m such a wuss.
From the reaches,