The rain falls on the just and the unjust...

When you grow up in the dry zone you really learn to appreciate rain. Last night we got 1.30" of rain, and I cannot describe the weight it lifts off of my shoulders. We shut off all the motors, it was cloudy all day, and it is supposed to rain again tonight. Rain means that I don't need to worry about wheat germinating this fall. Rain means that the corn will have good test weight, that the beans will reach their full potential. I don't know if it came early enough for a lot of my milo, but the stuff that was headed out should be just fine. Rain means I can relax.Last night Betsy had to go to town (the reason for this involves the fact that Betsy is the best friend that anyone could ever have. If you are in Betsy's good graces, there is nothing that she will not do for you.) and Anna and I were again left alone. I actually ended up dropping her off at Mom and Dad's so I could go irrigate. I needed to dig out the rows on the south side of the beans where the flood intersects the pivot (16 (sixteen) rows). The lightning got there first, though, and the last thing I am going to do is walk out in the middle of a soybean field with a shovel during a thunderstorm. So it was a pretty good thing it rained. I ended up getting back to Mom and Dad's to hear (on the tv) all about how this guy got eaten by a bear, which was pretty disturbing. The next story they had though, was about this couple that donated their frozen embryos to this other family. The main thing I noticed is that both couples were VERY wealthy, but the absolute highlight was when he asked the biological mother if it was weird that this other couple had her genetic son and her response was, I kid you not: "It's the most natural thing in the world." So today they (Farm Credit) came and interviewed me for to put me on their web site as an example of a successful "Young, Beginning, Small Farmer." It makes me kind of laugh, since I haven't actually successfully paid them back the money I owe them yet. So apparently I am about to become more famous than my wildest dreams (and my wildest dream puts me just a hair below Bono.) My very own farm credit commercial, just a click away for like, 2 billion people.Today we learned that, despite the luxurious over-sized floorboards on the 2005 Polaris Sportsman 400, standing water plus high speed still equals wet pants.