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The Dog Ate My Blog

     The dog ate my blog. Okay that isn’t exactly what happened, last week we were busy with bean harvest and the blog kind of slipped my mind. Oreo doesn’t look like a blog eater but does look guilty of something.
 
     A few days ago Lisa and I took the opportunity to go and hear our son Cory’s fall concert at Dordt College.
      He is a senior business major and was the original writer of this blog. I hope to be able to convince him to do a blog or two when he gets a chance, his writing is substantially better than mine.
      I enjoy listening to college choirs and bands. These young men and women are participating because they want to and because they are good at it, not because their parents are making them.
     We began soybean harvest last Tuesday and we're able to get a lot done with the dry weather we had most of the week. After a one inch rain Saturday night we were able to finish our beans last night. 
      We have about 50 acres of custom work to do and should finish that today. Once the beans begin to be combined the manure hauling begins in earnest.
     We could have a month of good weather or just a couple of weeks before the weather turns cold and field conditions deteriorate.



     Lisa had the tip of one of the easel’s she rents out for weddings break off. She had given me a deadline of when it needed to be fixed, but like the blog it slipped my mind. Trent took a look at it and said I can fix it. About 30 seconds with the welder and the tip was securely fastened to the top again.
 . Stay warm this weekend, it is starting to feel like late fall.  

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