Bev Farms (Alternately Titled: Bev Tries Not to Die for Three Hours)

Well, as you know, I’m home on the farm visiting my parents, and Smoke Goldenstein is ‘laid up’ as he would say, so I got roped into helping farm today. They say you learn something new every day, and I would say that today, I learned that there are a lot of words that I don’t know, like hudekai (who-duh-kai as in sky). Even after MamaG explained it to me, I literally have no idea what it means, and when I tried to Google hudekai, articles in Turkish came up (OK, I made up Turkish, but it sure as hell wasn’t English). I essentially felt like either a second language learner or a damn hard of hearing person¹ all morning. I could pick up about 60% of what was being said, and was trying to fill in the remaining 40% with context clues, body language, and common sense. All while trying not to grind my leg up in an auger or some shit.

The good news is, I didn’t grind up any body parts in any machinery. The bad news is, I have to help again tomorrow.

-Bev

¹Yes, I realize that I probably would already qualify as hard of hearing, and even more so after listening to this loud-ass machinery all day. This is not a good thing.