Rural America, In Effect

I'm out here in Nebraska country.  Rural America.  My friend has got every possible vehicle I can imagine, and then some more of them.  Trucks, semis, four-wheelers, motorcycles, excavators ... A new combine that cost a half a million dollars.  Fucking A.  That's a lot of money.  I rode in it yesterday, and it's very cool, but I would do something very different with half a million dollars, that's for sure.

And then I walked outside and was being attacked by bugs of all kinds.  (Shouldn't they all be pretty dead in November??) So I decided to take the hose and spray the shit off the side of the house, and all I really did was open up all the various nests and piss off all the bugs.  (Also, don't ever think you can put on cocoa butter lotion on a farm and then go outside.  You just became a meal.)

And then, some dudes pulled up and started shooting their guns.  "Sighting" their guns, is I believe the correct verbiage.  Whatever it's called, it's fucking loud.  I guess they need to get their guns in shape so they can go murder deer (or whatever they're eventually going to shoot at).

The best part of the farm is the night sky.  I can see all the stars.  And the Milky Way.  And the moon is like a character in the "farm story".  Just hanging out up there in the sky making shit happen.

As lovely as some parts of rural life are, I have watched a man doing more manual labor than I've ever seen before in life.  I wouldn't want this life.  Farming takes a certain type of personality, which is not mine.  I like my five minute commute to work.  I like having restaurants and stores right down the street.  I would give away my nosy neighbors, but I'm sure the neighbors here are just as nosy, even though they're further away.

Best wishes to the farmers.  A noble calling.  Just not mine.

(P.S. (a few hours later) More dudes with guns, "sighting".  This time, I wandered over there and learned what they were doing.  How to get your gun ready.  So fucking loud, but I get it.  So I amend my statement about rural America to include hunters.  Interesting stuff.)

(P.S.S. (when I got home) I saw more roadkill than I've ever seen in a span of 75 miles:  three eviscerated deer, two coyotes which were literally smashed across the whole road, two ripped apart dogs, and countless other creatures.  Repulsive.)