For some silly reason I've begun to read Don Quixote.
This project is so huge, years will probably pass without any discernible sign of progress. But I've been told that this epic, thousand-page slog will be well worth the effort. The way I see it, Cervantes has been waiting for four centuries, so what's a few more years on top of that?
The Man of La Mancha brings to mind my current situation, which begins with my wife's and my fondness for homegrown beef.
For the first 45 years of my life I had access to homegrown beef. This substance suddenly became unavailable when I exited the dairy farming business nearly a decade ago. It still seems strange to eat meat that we haven't named and nurtured.
Our place has an antiquated gambrel roof barn that's surrounded by a nice patch of grass. I mentioned to my wife recently that it seemed a shame to let that grass go to waste and she replied that perhaps we should purchase a steer next spring to convert some of that grass into beef.
SourceArnie Skow of St. Paul, Minn., stood on the floor of Hy-Vee Hall in front of a Bunning manure spreader he was displaying for a Minnesota dealer. and more »
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