Wheat Harvest Fever: Catch it!

Exciting times... At approximately 11 o'clock last night (mountain time, Saturday, July second), lightning struck close to the farm, causing one of our fields to come to life and wreck downtown Tokyo.

... No, wait. It caused the field to catch fire. Damage was limited to between two to three acres of burned wheat (of 125 acres) located at one of the corners of the irrigated crop circle. It's a shame because it's our last field to be harvested! What's the deal?!

Luckily it was detected in its early stages (by Grandma!), and, with the authorities notified, Dad and uncle Larry took to the field to prevent the flames from spreading. Armed with sweeps, the threat was quelled quickly. Surprisingly, the winds were low at the time of the incident, and the light rains (8/100 of an inch) helped to kill the raging king-sized campfire. Our thanks goes out to the local fire department and police.

Incidently, I was nowhere near the farm as all this was going on. Nope, I was over at my cousin Jay's, watching ¡Three Amigos!, along with my cousin Candi. Good movie. It will be turning twenty next year; I'm betting they will have the special DVD version for it by then. Just a guess.
Despite the bad weather last night, it didn't rain enough to severely delay harvest today. I didn't participate though: I had the day off while uncle Larry and cousin Sky completed most of the field. And, because the harvest is essentially wrapped up anyway, I will betraveling to Hays Monday. Independence Day, baby! Woo!

Also, I'm well aware that not many readers of this post know the people related to me. That stuff takes time, man, and being so formal as to say Mr. La-dee-dah just seems over-the-top. Time is something that I have very little of, between work and lazing around, and I'm not good at formalities, idiot.

I kid, I kid. I love you all. Except for you communist hippies. You know who you are.