Wednesday, May 6, 2026

Dinner vs lunch!

       Supper vs dinner! What was the genesis of the nomenclature split for the names of meals? During childhood on the farm, lunch was the refreshment between breakfast and dinner, the noon meal, and between dinner and supper, the evening meal. Mary, who grew up in Minneapolis, but was now a farm wife, invited Joe, the hired man in for the noon meal calling it lunch. "Lunch" he said "It better be more than lunch!" In the OFH, lunch is at noon and dinner in the evening.

     They call it 'dinner' and, with a standing offer to join them, who am I to argue? A common human trait I've observed is the common reluctance to respond to verbal cues. Frequently I've dropped in conversation something like "when I was in Thailand." What happens? Most typically it goes nowhere and the talk moves on. The dinner invitation is every Wednesday at the bank and some from the butcher shop also attend.

   One of the bank employees grew up in the Philippine Islands. Frequently we compare notes on life in the Philippines compared with life in Thailand. This exposes the other diners to information about both countries that they would never ask about. Today, it led to a group conversation about these places that lasted for an hour.

    How about you?  When someone drops a clue in conversation do you pick up on it, or just move on? 

Takk for alt,

Al

PS In response to Michelene's comment/question about the size of the cedar tree pictured. It's an illustration of the problem of not removing cedars as saplings. Today, I trimmed the branches that were intruding on the fence but left the tree standing.

Tuesday, May 5, 2026

Gifts of a gift.

      Much too cold to ride a tractor today it was time to resume a project left over from last fall. If it wasn't picking rocks, what would you guess?  Both of you, my readers, have often read about my contention with cedar trees. Cedars are problematic in various ways, encroaching on grassland, growing in road ditches and infesting pasture fences, to name three. Today my project was continuing the removal of them from a pasture fence. This land's deed has been in my name for many years, 30?, why wasn't this finished long ago? My bad! Or "better late than never!"

     Rows of cedars were included in the tree rows planted for wildlife cover as a gift. The gift of that gift is the sprouting of cedar saplings in unhelpful locations, see paragraph above. Cedar berries are consumed by birds who defecate the seeds while sitting on the fence. You get the idea.

    Though I do sit-ups every morning, the stoop labor of cutting cedar sprouts quickly tires my back. Working until my back said "stop" I cleared one section of fence this morning. Tomorrow I'll do another. Timing is important because soon my renter, Scottie, will move his cattle to the pasture. Then he'll electrify the fence. If either of you have ever encountered an electric fence  you can understand that cedar removal will rest until the cattle go home in the fall.

    This pasture fence is host to eight? nesting boxes for bluebirds. While the bluebirds have never found them, tree swallows have. "Not a problem", as young people say, swallows need homes, too. The field road to the field of recent tillage passes them. With swallows noted by only one box I wondered if wrens had stuffed the other boxes with twigs, which they do to foil competition...avian dogs in the manger.  As I was approaching one house to check, a swallow flew into it carrying a feather in its beak for nest building. None of the boxes were stuffed with twigs.

    Swallows have been around for several days but, perhaps, the main migration is just now occurring. Swallows feed on insects on the wing...both bird and insect flying. Consequently, their arrival is timed to follow an insect hatch. Last spring cold weather delayed the emergence of insects and many purple martins perished for lack of food.

Takk for alt,

Al

A nesting box that a wren has packed with twigs.

This picture illustrates a cedar grown into the pasture fence. 

Monday, May 4, 2026

Tillage finished.

      With the plowing completed Saturday, and twice disking it today, I did a little experiment. The cost of gasoline for the plowing was $33. Deciding to compare the disking gasoline cost, it was $23. The good news is that the adjustment Tim did to the timing on the tractor improved its performance. Previous to Tim's adjustment the tractor tended to run hot when under heavy load. Plowing and discing were a good tests and the overheating problem was solved. Thanks, Tim!

    The soil is prepared for planting. Now the wait is for weather fit for tractor work on an open station tractor. 

Takk for alt,

Al

Disc and tractor in a different field. I also pull a three section harrow behind the disc when preparing a seed bed.

Sunday, May 3, 2026

Family History.

      While living, where geographically I explain "as near the junction of Saskatchewan, Manitoba and North Dakota", Cathy came to live with us as a foster daughter. Because her family of origin disintegrated we became her legal guardians. The other foster children who lived with us had other guardians. 

      Cathy was very intelligent, mature and possessed exceptional common sense. Parenting her was a dream. First in her extended family to graduate from high school she married Tim. Cathy and Tim continued to live in the community where she had come to live with us. Tragically she died from breast cancer twelve years ago. Tim and I have remained in close contact and almost every year he makes the 350 mile drive to visit me. 

     Last fall, when Tim heard of my plans to rent an excavator to remove rocks he intended to come and help. Winter intervened before we got it done. So, he came last week. He has worked both as a mechanic and a heavy equipment operator. He said running the excavator removing rocks was fun. After a five minute orientation at the rental place where we rented the excavator, he was good to go. He climbed into the cab and drove it up on the trailer. In the field with the rocks it was clear that he knew what he was doing.

  With his mechanical skills he was keen to work on my tractors. He put points and condenser in one. In another he adjusted the timing and replaced the fan and alternator belts. Another tractor's battery was dead. Arlington, about 15 miles away, has an Interstate Battery warehouse. They sell blemished batteries for half price, so I paid $80. for a new battery instead of $160. Then, Tim helped me switch batteries between tractors. Finally, he restored the function of the back-up camera on my truck.

   Perhaps this seems exploitive but he's happiest working on projects with another guy. Since, the death of his brother, with whom he was regularly engaged, he's happy for these experiences.  And I? Grateful for the relationship and appreciative for the help!

Takk for alt,

Al

   

Saturday, May 2, 2026

Ya, then...

     Tim left this morning for his ND home. I'll have more to say about his visit.

     With the temperature in the 60s I ventured out with tractor and plow. Now with the plowing finished Monday looks warm enough to finish the tillage. Then the first warm day I'll plant the corn. 

   Why this brief blog so late? Blame the WNBA and my absent mindedness.

Takk for alt,

Al


Friday, May 1, 2026

it's Late!

   Involved watching the Lynx final pre-season game. they beat Toronto, time slipped away. Tim and I had a fruitful day of machinery repair. All's well and I'll write more tomorrow.

Takk for alt,

Al 



Thursday, April 30, 2026

10,000 year old gifts!

       Does the title "10,000 year old gifts" tell you the subject of this post?  Glacial deposits would be another description. Long ago glaciers swept this area bringing rocks from Canada. When the glaciers melted rocks were left behind, many of which live on my land. Previous owners  of the property were not diligent rock pickers. Using rock picking as a substitute for gym membership I'm trying for rock removal. In that process there were many rocks too large for me, or any of my machines, to handle.

    Enter Tim, from North Dakota. His planned visit to assist with rock removal, and socializing, was foiled by the season's first snowfall last November. Yesterday he arrived and today we rented a mini-excavator and went rock hunting. Smaller rocks were loaded on to the trailer for addition to a rock pile off the field. One large rock was deposited at a fence line. Another was pushed into a wetland where it'll be a roosting site for ducks, pheasants and smaller birds. Then there was  big ben! It was so large the mini-excavator had no hope of lifting it out of the ground.  Tim dug a deep hole next to it, pushed it in and covered it. There it may remain another 10,000 years or more.

   All in all it was a good days work advancing the task of rock removal from this land.

Takk fir alt,

Al

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The mini-excavator on the trailer.

A large rock.
One that's too large to lift, "rest in peace" big ben.

Wednesday, April 29, 2026

Birds return!

     At the cemetery I recorded these birds this morning: Franklin's Gull, Song Sparrow, Pheasant, Red-winged blackbird, Robin, Grackle and Chipping Sparrow.

I came across this good description..."The Conservation Reserve Program (CRP) is a program administered by the Farm Service Agency (FSA) to conserve farmland for future generations while providing habitat for wildlife, reducing soil erosion, and improving water quality."  It was a CRP field that I burned last week.

   Servicing the corn planter this morning I was reminded of sage advice Mark gave me when I acquired it many years ago. It's likely a product of the late 1950s. Corn kernels (seeds) are placed in a round metal box. In the bottom of the box is a plate with serrated edges. As kernels drop into the serration, and as the plate turns, one kernel at time drops into a tube leading to a disc that creating a small furrow into which the kernel drops. A device then covers the seed.

   Mark warned me, that in winter, spiders spin webs that choke off the tubes where kernels drop to the soil. Today three of four tubes had spider webs closing the entrance. His advice saved much trial and error frustration.

Takk for alt,

Al

In response to comment's questions:  I don't know if $300. is a good price. My 80,000 kernels plants 8 acres. The old planter's rows are 38" apart. Now corn is planted at 30", 15" even narrower rows. Thus, 80,000 would not cover many acres. Assume a farmer plants 1000 acres his corn seed will cost a lot. Kernels are so uniform I assume the 80,000 is arrived at by weight.  Seed corn sales is now measured by kernel count. 


This picture of the planter shows the round seed boxes. A pole on either side drops (theoretically) when turning to scratch a line to follow as one returns across he field so rows are evenly space.

Tuesday, April 28, 2026

Rural life!

      When I was five miles from The Little House yesterday on my return from the OFH a sheriff's deputy blocked the road. "They finally got me"  was not my first thought. He said the road was blocked at the next intersection. Assuming accident I detoured to reach my destination. Did he say "accident" or did I assume it? Well, it was an accident but not like I imagined. It was a very 'rural' accident.

   The hired man of the local bto, (big time operator), was on a tractor pulling an implement across the highway. As he crossed the highway at the intersection the implement imploded such that it could not be moved. There it sat impeding traffic until a repair part could be fetched from town. What the failure was I haven't learned. My guess is that it was a broken axle. The good news is that it wasn't the type of accident that endangered life and limb. 

    Food plots for wildlife are what I plant. The state fish and wildlife agency provides free seed for those plots. It's leftover commercial seed from a seed corn company. 80,000 kernels came home with me today. It would sell for approximately $300. One field still needs tillage.

   The local grain elevator sells gasoline. The price they charge is a per centage higher than what they paid. The price remains the same until the gallons purchased are sold. Then, if the price they pay for the next supply is higher the pump price reflects that. Last week the pump price was $3.36, today it was $3.85.


Takk for alt,

Al

Monday, April 27, 2026

The Little House...

      Kaia and I have discovered that if we leave the OFH at 6:00 am we can transverse Minneapolis and Eden Prairie at posted speeds. That gets us to The Little House about 10:00, and so here we are. It was a good stay at the OFH.

    The local flora are rejoicing. Why? you ask. Rain, blessed rain, 3" by one report. Farmers locally have done quite a bit of planting so this moisture assures germination of the planted seeds. Pastures, hay land, trees, shrubs, flowers, thistles😕...all need moisture.  It doesn't end the drought but may signal the beginning of a wetter period...we hope. It's great for the grass which was burned last week. It would be interesting to know how many gazillion thistle seeds were consumed in that fire. Even three inches was not sufficient for the pond across the street to show water. This is the first significant rain of 2026, and there was very little snow last winter.

Takk for alt,

Al

Until I'd visited these mangroves in southern Cambodia I always envisioned them as large trees with huge trunks.




Sunday, April 26, 2026

Haying...

   Peter commented on haying. In response to his question in a comment, a wide variety of grasses can be hay. In my childhood we had some ground too steep to farm. It grew a combination of native grasses and invasives like smooth brome. We hayed that land. One difference is that alfalfa keeps growing after it is cut. In my youth we got two cuttings of alfalfa. Now, in these wetter, warmer years farmers routinely cut three crops, and some times four, in a season. Kentucky blue grass makes good hay but the quantity is limited and it doesn't re-grow enough for a second crop. Cereal grains, and especially oats. make good hay.

    In my years in north-western North Dakota many farmers I knew were active during the prolonged drouth of the 1930s. One thing that would grow during those dry years was Russian Thistles. You may know them as 'tumble weeds'. The famers  said that they used these thistles for hay. Of course, they were harvested green, well before they came loose and blew in the wind.

   Windrows typically mean hay or grain that been cut and left in a swath. Shelter Belts were multi-row tree belts. Many were planted in the early '40s, after the dust bowl years. Dad and his siblings planted about two miles of these tree belts. Much later single rows of trees were planted also to control soil erosion. Most of my tree planting have been multi-row belts primarily for wildlife.

Takk for alt,

Al

"See them tumbling down
Pledging their love to the ground
Lonely but free I'll be found
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds
Cares of the past are behind
Nowhere to go but I'll find
Just where the trail will wind
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds
I know when night has gone
That a new world's born at dawn
I'll keep rolling along
Deep in my heart is a song
Here on the range I belong
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds
Drifting on and on
Moving on and on
Wandering on and on"   Roy Rogers




Saturday, April 25, 2026

WNBA Returns!

     The WNBA season has begun with pre-season games. Via the portal of a modestly priced WNBA League Pass all games are available either via live stream or replay. It's half-time of the New York Liberty and Indian Fever game which I'm watching. Fever lead by a few points. For a WNBA nut such as I, it's fun to see familiar players and many new faces. With the new WNBA contract many established players timed the end of their contracts to coincide with the new terms this years. Consequently, it was basket upset as many of them switched teams.

   The new contract was recently ratified and that made a very short time for teams to practice. Practice is important as new players are integrated. This years crop of college recruits are particularly gifted. Some of them will become starters with the teams that drafted them. One of those is Olivia Miles, a point guard drafted #2, by the Lynx. After four years at Notre Dame she played a fifth year at TCU. 

   Recently I upgraded my Little House internet connection to enable live streaming the games. The new internet connection at the OFH is more secure but no faster than the old.

  Life is good!

Takk for alt,

Al

Lynx star, Napheesa Collier #24, is recovering from surgery and will not play until June.

Friday, April 24, 2026

Ya, then....

     This is one of those days with no original thought. However if I don't post one or both of you will wonder about my welfare. It's the good life that I'm living in the OFH. Good to connect with family and friends. Perhaps a random picture with give something worth seeing.

Takk for alt,

Al

While in Melbourne, Australia, Amy and I visited a game reserve. Surrounded by kangaroos, they were looking for treats.


Thursday, April 23, 2026

Life in the OFH!

     Being resident in the OFH allows for helpful people connections. An important friend made a significant drive to join me for lunch today. The gift of friendship is a a beautiful thing.

    Tonight three of us inmates of the OFH went to to Cossette's for dinner. Cossette's is three floors of delectable Italian food. In addition to three floors of dining there is a HUGE, delicatessen with cold cuts, baked goods, desserts, etc.

    The OFH practice is that when inmates expire their picture and obituary is posted on a credenza in the lobby. All three of us at dinner have a lively sense of humor. Tonight the focus was on the dear departed's picture's and obituary's on the credenza. The idea was hatched that we should be prepared for our demise and have a preferred photo on file with the employee tasked with preparing the credenza memorial. To that end my picture was taken. (See below)

Takk for alt,

Al


  

Wednesday, April 22, 2026

Old Folks Home!

     Kaia and I motored through dust storms to the OFH this afternoon. Ye Olde car thermometer registered 90 for a bit. Terribly windy, I lucked out with a gentle breeze yesterday for the burn with red flag days fore and aft.

   While I was absent  Brittany cleaned my apartment. I nicknamed her "Sparkle" because the place sparkles after she cleans. While I'm here Beth will clean The Little House. Once I did some dusting and when it all came back I gave up the enterprise. Yes, I'm spoiled and happy to be so.

     The OFH now offers secure WIFI. The router was installed in my apartment while I was gone. Luddite that I am, I figured out how to access the internet with it and I am using the secure connection as I type this. The router is a white tower on the top of my roll top desk.

Takk for alt,

Al

Tuesday, April 21, 2026

Fire bug!

         Much of my grassland, about which I often write, is in a Federal Government program called the Conservation Reserve Program (CRP).  Contracts are offered for ten or fifteen years. Participants agree to a number of things:  plant native grasses, control noxious weeds, do not plow or mow, the exception is in drought years haying is permitted, and do a mid-term restoration process. The choices of restoration methods are light discing, haying or burning. It's mid-term in one of my contracts, thus the following.

     Of the three restoration methods, burning is most effective. The primary desired grasses are native, late summer varieties. Before the advent of the plow frequent prairie fires swept the plains. So, a controlled burn, replicates the effect of prairie fires. Controlled, meaning only the field in question is burned.

     Today we burned a twenty-five acre CRP field. It went well, burning the grass but nothing else. To ensure this control I disced a fire break around the perimeter. USDA, administers the CRP program. Before burning they required I completed a compressive Burn Plan. Permission to burn from the local fire chief was necessary because there is a county burn bane in place. It was also necessary to inform the Brookings County Sheriff.

    One of the positive effects of burning is inhibiting invasive grasses that tend to take over. One of those grasses is smooth brome. The fire helpfully burns off the thatch that's accumulated over the years. It also consumes thistle seed that's blown in.

   Key players in the project today were two representative from Pheasants Forever, who supplied the 'know how' and significant physical help. Also, my nephew and my Sinai friend were invaluable. They both brought ATVs with water tanks for spraying hot spots. Were Pheasants Forever personnel not available I would have hired the local fire department.

Takk for alt,

Al

The pictures show before, during and after.



Monday, April 20, 2026

Half Day Man!

     Very few of the tasks here are urgent. Consequently, I've developed a pattern of working? half days. Being in a pattern of arising at 6:00, working is typically in the morning. That allows for an afternoon nap, because I believe you aren't likely to sleep well at night if you don't practice in the daytime. That practice, plus a clean conscience, are helpful for night time slumber.

    With temperatures in the 20s this morning it wasn't tractor weather.  By mid-afternoon the temperature was 70 so I did some late afternoon tillage. It was 7:00 pm by the time I finished and got back to the house.   Why am I tired?

Takk for alt,

Al

Sunday, April 19, 2026

Fortunate!

         The man's cap said "Marines".  It also said "Vietnam."  Ed and I were fortunate. By accident of birth we were too young to fight in the Korean conflict. By that same accident of birth we were too young, barely, to be sent to Vietnam. Ed, with a year left of  duty after my discharge, did honor duty accompanying the bodies of Marines killed in Vietnam to their families.

       Neither conflict would have been easy. In Korea the Marines were engaged with the Chinese in the frozen north thanks to General MacArthur's stupidity. Duty at the "Frozen Chosen" would have been horrific. Even as a young person I didn't like cold and the thought of combat duty in extreme cold gives me the shivers.

     Would duty in the tropical heat and mud of Vietnam been any better?  Our accident of birth allowed us escape of both conflicts. Too young for Korea and too old for Vietnam. Thankfully, we escaped both.

Takk for alt,

Al

This picture of me sitting on my bunk shows how little space there was between them. The ropes were threaded through gromets on canvas and then around aluminum tubing which formed the perimeter of the bed. It was actually quite comfortable. My M-1 rifle is hanging beside me. It was issued to me after boot camp and I kept it until we left Okinawa for the States and my discharge. You ask: "Why are you wearing tennis shoes?"  It was the Battalion Commander's idea to go easy on the surface of the ship's deck. It amused the sailors. Admire my nice haircut.















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Saturday, April 18, 2026

Blow Down!

      That's a first!  With 25 nesting boxes to supervise, mostly the problem is wrens stuffing them with twigs to eliminate competition. Cattle have knocked down a couple. This time it was the wind blowing down the dead tree on which the box was mounted. Fortunately the tree fell box side up so it wasn't damaged. Now it's placed on a live tree so little chance of it falling. It wasn't occupied so now it's ready for a migrant.

      The few minutes I spent in the grassland exposed to the wind was sufficient. Twenty nine degrees with a plus 20mph wind makes me uncomfortable very quickly. Do what needs to be done and quickly retreat to the truck.

Takk for alt,

Al


Asked if I cook I reply, "I don't cook, I prepare meals."  This is an example. The entree, in this case a Cornish Game Hen, is done in the air fryer. Frozen vegetables are done in the microwave. Spinach salad with blue cheese dressing completes the mean. 


Friday, April 17, 2026

It happened!

       As the weatherman predicted the temperature swung. It was 70 degrees at bedtime and 39 at breakfast. Not that it changes anything, but I much prefer hot to cold. Then there was Joanne going out in sub-zero weather wearing a wind-breaker.

     Convening the family for dinner, there were eight of us tonight. As the convenor I choose the time and place. It turns out that none had been at tonight's venue since last November when I last convened them. Though I suggested others could convene there were no takers. It's not difficult, I just group text, time and place, they RSVP and I call in a reservation.

Takk for alt,

Al

1954 Austin Healy, 100...it would be fun to have again.


Thursday, April 16, 2026

Temperature Swing.

       The temperature today is 82. The predicted daytime high tomorrow is 42. We live too far from the moderating effect  of the ocean.

    Realizing the high temperature tomorrow I opted from some tillage work today. Operating an open station tractor in cold weather is not on my list of desired activities. The 25mph wind with gusts to 35, was bad enough, but cold??? forget it. So, I worked until there was equipment failure. L asked "Why do you have so many break downs?"  "Well, all my equipment is 50 years old, or older."   

    Filled my truck with gas today. The total? 101.33$   It could have been worse because it was 3.40$ per gallon. That's the lowest price I've seen in awhile.

Takk for alt,

Al

Saw a version of this in Marine Boot Camp

 


Wednesday, April 15, 2026

Field Work!

     The warm dry weather, 70 something, made ideal conditions for chopping the cornstalks in my fields. There was much left-over corn in one field. Deer nose under the corn husks and feed on the corn as far as they can reach. On longer ears there are a few rows of kernels beyond their reach. Chopping the stalks shatters the kernels and spreads them on the ground. Now, birds and deer will feed on the shelled corn, and the occasional full ear.

   Wildlife feasting on this corn is helpful to me. If the kernels were tilled into the soil, in the process of planting the new crop, their germination would be problematic for the planted corn. Corn does not like to be crowded so their presence would inhibit the growth of the corn which was planted.

  One field had a significant amount of left-over corn. The ground was yellow with corn kernels. The other field  had none. This is the field that was grazed by the geese last summer. My effort there was essentially recreational chopping. South Dakota Fish and Wildlife personnel will fence the geese out this year.

Takk for alt,

Al



Ye olde stalk chopper!

Tuesday, April 14, 2026

Wildlife News.

   "Ladybug, ladybug fly away home,

Your house is on fire and your children are gone,
All except one, and her name is Ann,
And she hid under the baking pan."   1744

   The Little House has been a winter refuge for many ladybugs and a few boxelder bugs. Their presence is a clue that the house is not air tight. Mostly I just move these harmless critters aside. When the temperature reached the 70s I scooped up 40? and transferred them outside. While insects may not have feelings it appeared to me that they flew happily away. Harmless, they just wanted a warm place to wait out the winter.

   The pond across the street from the house has been dry since last fall. Drought, you know. In spite of that the frogs are signing. They must have emerged from the ground to sing their spring song.

Takk for alt,

Al
 
The pond across the street when there was water.

Monday, April 13, 2026

Christmas in April.

      A few years ago I posted a few bluebird houses. Gradually the number of houses has expanded so that they number about 25 now.  Never has a bluebird been spotted near them. However, they have proved very popular with tree swallows. That's fine, because the swallows also need nesting space. Sella gave me two, nicely decorated, for Christmas. Today I placed them on posts.

    After mounting the first one on a pasture post I moved on to do the second. Near the post I planned to use there was a battalion of invasive cedars. Before mounting the box I spent an hour cutting the cedars. With that task complete I mounted the second box. As I was leaving the pasture there were several swallows flying around the first box. None of the boxes a quarter of a mile north had any birds. This leads me to believe that these swallows had just arrived. 

   Occasionally cattle will knock a box down, it's happened twice. Wrens are a bigger problem. They are so territorial that they will stuff boxes full of twigs to deny their use by other birds. Last summer, in one line of eight boxes, six were filled with twigs. That's disappointing because it denies other birds their use. 

  While I was doing these tasks a meadow lark was serenading me. A flock of pelicans flew over, newly arrived back from wintering in the south. Both the lark and the pelicans made me glad. 

Takk for alt,

Al

If you look carefully as this newly posted box you can read "Sella Rocks" at the top.
A box that wrens have stuffed full of twigs.


You go. Earl!

 


Sunday, April 12, 2026

Joanne Elizabeth (Hanson) Negstad, April 1, 1936-April 12, 2018

      When asked if it seems like eight years since Joanne died I responded, "I don't know what it feels like."  What does eight years feel like?  It's been long enough that it feels normal to be single. Naturally the anniversary of her death triggers grief.  This morning at 7:00 I visited her grave. One of the gifts of being resident at The Little House is its proximity to the cemetery, which I've visited several times this week.

    Naturally I reflect  on her last day. After relieving the night nurse at 6:00am, I asked Joanne, "What's special about April 12?" She shrugged her shoulders. Three and a half hours later she died, surrounded by her family. The night previous was the only time she didn't get through all her mail. One day she received 53 cards! There were visits, phone calls and emails. Her gradual death was a huge, gift allowing her to bask in the accolades, many of which were a total surprise to her. 

   Frequently I've described my grief experience as moving from a knife in the ribs at first, to the present dull ache. Knowing what she's missing, especially with her granddaughters, is always accompanied by grief.   

   When grief strikes I try to focus on the important gift of 53 years of marriage to her. Gifted, faithful, accomplished, compassionate, kind and loving she lived a very productive life. It was my great good fortune to be her companion on the way. Rest in peace Joanne, good and faithful servant.

Takk for alt,

Al

Joanne modeling the dress she wore for Lars' and Melissa's wedding.     













































  

Saturday, April 11, 2026

California Beach!

       

   As reported in the blog yesterday, Borovika's assessment of my painting ability, or lack thereof, dissuaded me from doing more painting. Perhaps my next painting episode was many years later. It came when I accompanied a youth mission trip to California.

    After some very successful fund raising a mission trip to California was arranged. Flying to San Francisco on Friday the plan was to sight see the city Saturday and Sunday. In two rented vans we toured the City. Monday we drove to the Sacramento Valley and connected with Youth Works, who organized the work detail.

    The group to which I was assigned were tasked with painting an elderly woman's house. In the process of painting it became clear we needed a ladder. The woman, whose house we were painting, said there was one in her shed. Then she said, "Be very careful, because there many black widow spiders in there." Sure enough the inside of the shed was festooned with spiderwebs, each one hosting a black widow spider.

   The most interesting part of this trip happened in San Francesco. While we were visiting Fisherman's Warf, the youth said "We can't be in California without going to the beach."  Consultation of the maps showed a beach not far away. Off we went and the youth quickly exited the vans to wade in the surf. Two girls headed down the beach to get a picture of the Golden Gate Bridge. Quickly returning they said, "You don't want to go down there." Mary, a chaperon, went to investigate and returned to report that we were at a nude beach.

    This was on Saturday afternoon and before cell phones. On their calls home that evening the youth reported the adventure. When my wife went to church the next morning, back in Minnesota, she was greeted with, "Pastor Al took the kids to a nude beach!"  So, I now have that on my resume`.😀

Takk for alt,

Al



    


Friday, April 10, 2026

Spring Tasks!

      There are number of small tasks to do upon returning to SDak. in the sprig.  Some of them reverse what was done in the fall.  To avoid weathering over winter, I put my implement trailer in the garage. It blocks access to two tractors so garaging it waits till late fall. Soon I'll take it out and it will remain outside until fall. Before removing I waterproof the deck. That was today's task.

    While doing the waterproofing a memory suggested itself.  Serving my Marine enlistment I was stationed for a time at Camp Pendleton in southern California. Ed and I were office clerks (secretaries) in a rifle company. He was the typist and I the file clerk. Sgt. Borovika was the office manager, married and living off base.  When he rented a new apartment in town he recruited Ed and I, and perhaps another, to help paint the newly rented apartment. 

     At the apartment I was dutifully painting a bedroom. While I was painting Borovika approached, and watched me paint for a few minutes. After observing me a couple of minutes he said, "Al, why don't you go buy the beer." 😀 Such was his opinion of my painting skill.

      Borovika transported us to the painting site in his Corvair. That's the car later made famous as "unsafe at any speed." Driving down Coast Highway 101, it was a four lane highway with traffic only separated by a painted white strips. Borovika was driving 60 mph+ in the center lane. Immediately in front of us an approaching bus crossed the center lines toward us in our lane and swerved back to its side a few feet in front of us. This was 1961 or 62, so we had no seat belts.

    Back to my day's task. When the original trailer deck began to fail I added a layer of three quarter inch, marine (appropriate right?) plywood over the original floor. That is what I was treating today with waterproofing. The Lowe's salesman convinced me to buy a better product than what I'd previously used. The previous product needed to be applied annually. The new one is good for 5 to 10 years. When told that I said to the salesman, "Imagine how old I'll be then!" 😉

Takk for alt,

Al

The trailer awaiting waterproofing.





























Thursday, April 9, 2026

Pray for rain!

       Perhaps this is a repeat. "During a prolonged drought a local church scheduled a meeting to pray for rain. When the prayers gathered, only one man brought an umbrella." 😀

     The South Dakota drought map, see below, indicated that Brookings County, home to The Little House, is in severe drought. UFFDA!  There was very little snow locally this winter and no rains this spring. So, added to the farmer's woes of low commodity prices, high fuel and fertilizer costs, there's another worry. Shades of my childhood when it seemed every summer we were anxiously waiting for rain.

     Kaia, with her fresh haircut, to avoid being a  burr magnet, is living the good life running in the fields. She flushed a rooster pheasant near the cemetery this morning. Doesn't get any better than that for her. 

Takk for alt,

Al


Brookings county is on the east edge, the 4th county down.

Wednesday, April 8, 2026

Good News! Bad News!

     Last fall, shortly before Thanksgiving, I parked my truck in the shop for the winter. Today it started immediately! That's the good news. When it was parked it had only a quarter of a tank of gas. That's the bad news. At today's gas prices it will cost $110. to fill the tank. 😝 Well, that's the price of a hobby farm.

   When the local banker was queried about farmer stress he replied that most farmers had contracted earlier for fuel and fertilizer.  So, for this year, they  may be OK. Farmers who have cattle are fortunate because beef prices remain elevated...bought hamburger lately?

   Some of my land is in the Conservation Reserve Program, (CRP). This is government program to conserve land by planting grass and keeping it out of crop production. The contract specifies that at mid-term of the contract, ten contract year in my case, a maintenance process is to be done. Consequently, I was planning a controlled burn. With no snow this winter, and no rain this spring, it is so dry that there is a county wide burning ban in effect! Better luck next year.  

   Why does Kaia's fur relate to a thermostat?  Kaia is a springer spaniel, noted as a long haired breed. Her last haircut was in October. Consequently, since early January she's been fully furred. For her comfort the thermostat has been lower than my comfort zone. With her grooming today I can turn up the thermostat!

Takk for alt,

Al

Soon I'll be wandering this grassland to eliminate invasive cedars.


Tuesday, April 7, 2026

Where's Al?

      Perhaps a "Where's Al?" app should begin, similar to "Where's Waldo?"   I get phone calls, "Where are you?"  Not being able to resist I answer, "Here?"  "Where is that?!"  "Here, where I am."  You get the drift... 

     Enough of that!  Kaia and I are in The Little House, arriving this morning. The best route out of the city for me is Highway 62. It's a four lane artery that is often congested. Leaving at 6:00 am this morning, traffic was moving at posted speeds, or higher with no congestion. 

    Kaia met her vet appointment in Brookings, and much to her chagrin, got her annual shots. Weighing in at 49lbs, ten years old, she's healthy and hasn't slowed down much.  Now she'll live the good life of running the fields, after the confinement of an OFH apartment. But, first she'll get a grooming in the morning. With her long hair she'd quickly overheat and be a burr magnet. The groomer is exceptionally quick doing a complete field cut in twenty minutes!

Takk for alt,

Al

Friendly neighbor installing a new storm door on The Little House.


Monday, April 6, 2026

Wrong!

        As the bearer of a bit of macular degeneration I'm on a six month rotation of eye exams. The good news is that today's exam revealed healthy eyes and no advance of the m.d. Equipped with a new prescription for glasses I stopped at the V.A. to order glasses. Last time I did this I walked in with no wait. Not so today. The queue lasted and hour. While waiting I kept repeating to myself, "the wait is worth it for new glasses free." After all, what's an hour in a retiree's life. In two weeks, or so, the glasses will arrive by mail. So far so good!

      Then is was off to COSTCO.  In my imagination the Monday after Easter would be quiet at that super store! WRONG!! It was the busiest I'd experienced, but, not much of problem because it's huge and prepared to handle crowds. The big disappointment came in the frozen vegetable aisle. Five pound bags of  frozen peas and mixed vegetables in my freezer keeps me eating healthily. Alternating between the two bags, I get vegetables in my diet daily. But, THERE WERE NO FROZEN PEAS!. Uffda. I'd rather have gotten peas and not the mixed. 

    This what passes for excitement in my life!

Takk for alt,

Al

The women in this picture have all died, leaving behind three brother's-in law.


Sunday, April 5, 2026

HAPPY EASTER!

     How can you tell it's Easter Sunday?  One clue was when the pastor announced, "Ushers, there is seating available in the front row." 😁My proclivity for arriving early is appreciated by the family when I've saved a pew.

    Easter Dinner with family reminds me of my privileged position as the family old guy. What a nice perk to just show up, enjoy the family and a delicious meal. Totally grateful for such a blessing.

Takk for alt,

Al

Saturday, April 4, 2026

Book...

   Norwegian author Knut Hamsun, 1859-1952, was the one who pioneered stream of consciousness novels. He received the Nobel Prize for literature in 1920. Now,  Norwegian author, Ingvild Rishoi, follows in Hamsun's tradition.

   She's much acclaimed for her novel, Brightly Shining. But, it's her book of three short stories about which I write. Winter Stories, published in 1914 and translated into English in 2019. The protagonists in these stories, as is true in Hamsun's books, are struggling. A blurb on the book jackets mention that it "contains the right combination of hardship and hope. Struggle is a given with surprising turns of unexpected goodness. Rishoi creates sympathetic characters living on the fringe of society. One more author in Norway's robust literary life.

Takk for alt,

Al

  


Friday, April 3, 2026

Side Benefit!

      Perhaps both of my readers have tumbled to the idea that there are benefits to being an inmate of the OFH. Yes, there are!  Today it was the perk of an in-house, Good Friday Service. That was offered at 10:00 this morning. Afterwards four of use adjourned to the bistro for an early lunch.

   There is a side benefit to the morning Good Friday Service. Tonight four NCAA women's teams are playing in the Final Four at the time of many Good Friday services.  UConn will play South Caroline in the first game, which begins at 6:00 local time. At 8:30 UCLA will play Texas. That may make me violate my usual bed time! These should be classic and any team could emerge a winner. The winners tonight play for the championship Sunday.

Takk for alt,

Al

The church of The Spilled Blood, St Petersburg, Russia.  Is this random enough?😀


Thursday, April 2, 2026

Convenient!

      The family is returning today from University visits in Chicago and Milwaukee. The pick-up at Union Depot is scheduled for 6:41 and the train left Milwaukee on time so likely will not be late. The Maundy Thursday Service at church begins at 7:00, so the time conflicts for me. Conveniently, the OFH Maundy Thursday Service was held this morning at 10:00, which I attended. 

   The Service time allowed for lunch in the bistro with Tom and Anita. Tom's a soup aficionado and the bistro always has two soup choices. A bowl of soup costs $4.00. Thursday is 'pizza by the slice day' and slices are $2.00, so, being a big spender, I had two. Anita said her chicken salad sandwich was excellent. The bistro is open 11:00-2:30, Monday-Friday. The dining room lunch special is also available in the bistro, minus the starter and dessert, for $9:00. A number of other offerings are also available.

   The food service of the OFH contributes much to my satisfaction living here. Every morning there's a continental breakfast in the bistro, the price of which is included in our rent. The dining room is open for breakfast, lunch and dinner. It's a service that I often use to entertain family and friends. When I compare notes with inmates of other OFHs, they report that their dining facilities have minimal hours. With the exception of the continental brekfast all food charges are ala carte, which is helpful to me because I'm often away.

   If you're considering a move to an OFH be sure to check out the food service.

Takk for alt,

Al

Dinner last in the OFH. The woman to the viewer's left is MonaMae, who is 102.


Wednesday, April 1, 2026

Joanne Elizabeth (Hanson) Negstad; April 1, 1936-April 12, 2018

     While milestones. like Joanne's birthday, always come with some grief, grief ameliorates over time. Memories of her last birthday celebration are forefront. Joanne loved birthdays and in 2018, April 1, was Easter Sunday. That leads to the story I've often told. At the Easter Service, our congregation, sang happy birthday to her. Seeing the video of the congregation singing she remarked, "I never knew dying could be so glorious." Twelve days later she died. 

   It was on that day, Easter and birthday, she ate at table, for the last time. Subsequently, she was too weak to come to the table. What little she ate, she ate in her hospital bed.

  To a friend's query, "Does it feel like eight years?"  I responded, "I don't know what it feels like." At some point being single began to feel normal. Given her medical difficulties, aside from the fatal cancer, she would have struggled to live alone. Both physically and psychologically, introvert you know, I was better equipped to live alone.

   Every day I miss her and I talk to her pictures around the apratment. Grief is most poignant for me seeing our granddaughters grow and mature, knowing what she's missing. She took total delight in them. Many times, putting them to bed, I'd read to Evy and she to Sella. "Grandma I want seven books."

  She was wonderful wife, mother and grandmother. She accomplished much in her professional career. Rest in peace, good and faithful servant.

Takk for alt,

Al

April 1, 2018, the family at the Easter/birthday dinner, Joanne's last meal at the table/


Tuesday, March 31, 2026

An Exception!

      Writing about Dad's camera I said he's not on the group pictures because he always took the pictures. In those childhood years I don't remember any of my uncles having a camera. Even my cousin, Leslie, my cousin who was old enough to be father, didn't even had one. Dad's camera model was sold between 1912-1915, so he was an earlier purchaser. 

     There is one photo of dad with his four children. Mother must have been the photographer. It's taken outside and it looks like we've brought dad a lunch in the field. He's eating a sandwich and, because there are trees in the picture, my guess is he was mowing.  The picture is below.

Takk for alt,

Al

Behind Dad from the viewers left, and I'm guessing at ages; Allan 3, David 5, Lucille 9 and Richard 7.


Monday, March 30, 2026

An Old Book!

    To A God Unknown, John Steinbeck was given to me by Peter. Lars' fascination with Steinbeck, in an earlier phase of his life, means that there's almost a complete library of  Steinbeck's books in The Little House. Familiar with his better know books; Grapes of Wrath, East of Eden, Of Mice And Men...Unknown was unknown to me. It's one of his earlies, published in 1935.

    Perhaps the best part of the book was his colorful, imaginative descriptions of the natural features of a California valley. Joseph, the protagonist was either mystically able to influence nature or psychotic...take your pick. Druid's would love the book and its revolution around an iconic oak tree. Steinbeck weaves in Indian and Mexican lore with sympathy.

  It was worth reading and I look forward to discussing it with Peter tomorrow. It also suggests that I should read some of those Steinbeck books reposing in The Little House.

Takk for alt,

Al




Sunday, March 29, 2026

Barn Cats!

      The farm of my childhood usually had a contingent of barn cats. They lived in the barn because Dad would not tolerate them in the vicinity of the house. For the most part they were quite tame. They'd quickly adapt if we squirted milk at them while we were milking the cows.  They'd open their mouths and lap the milk. After separating the cream from the milk we'd give them some milk. There was a small room that held the cream separator and there was space under it that they occupied. In the coldest days of winter the milk cows were left inside overnight. Their body heat was sufficient to keep the temperature in the barn above freezing. 

   Once a disease decimated the cat population and they all died; distemper maybe. When the cats were gone mice appeared. Mice were seen throughout the barn. When the cats are gone the mice will play. This was a revelation, we'd never realized the role the cats played in managing the rodents.

   One summer night I decided to sleep in the haymow. Sleeping on the new hay was very comfortable and I slept well, until.....  Until, early in the morning cats chased grasshoppers over me. No need for an alarm clock. Dad went to the haymow early one morning a found a man sleeping there. He'd wandered up from U.S. Highway 81, that ran just below our place.

   Then, there's the well travelled cat. Uncle Henry and Aunt Inga lived across the road from us. Uncle Alfred and Aunt Ragna lived twelve miles away. Ragna needed a cat so Inga gave her one. Alfred put the cat in a burlap bag and placed the bag in the trunk of their car for the ride to Ragna's place. It disappeared from Ragna's in a day or two. Two weeks later it arrived back at Inga's. There it stayed.

Takk for alt,

Al

Negstad cousins, children and spouses in front of our farm house.


Saturday, March 28, 2026

Farm Accident!

       The farm on which I grew up wasn't very mechanized. There was a tractor on it and eventually two. These were used, almost exclusively, for pulling. Neither was equipped with a loader. This meant that much of haying required manual labor. Mowing was done with a tractor mower, once the second tractor arrived to replace the horse mower. After the mown hay had cured it was raked into piles using a horse rake modified to be pulled by a tractor. It was a two person job, one driving the tractor and the other riding the rake to operate it. Then the fun began!

     The hay, alfalfa, was destined for the haymow in the barn. Here there was a modicum of mechanization. A sling, consisting of 2"X 2" boards, almost as wide as the hayrack. and connected by ropes, was laid on the floor of the hayrack. The ropes came together at the ends of the hayrack ending in a metal ring. Hay was loaded into the hayrack via men or boys using pitch forks. Once the hay on the sling was about three feet deep, a second sling was lad over it and the pitching continued.

   A full hayrack was pulled next to the barn and below the big open barn door. The tractor was unhitched from the hayrack and connected to the hay rope, This was a large rope that ran over a series of pulleys to the far end of the barn and back to the big door. It was then fastened to the top sling. When the tractor pulled the rope the sling bunched up lifting the hay that had been placed upon it. It climbed to the peak of the barn. At the peak it engaged a metal trolley that was on a track just below the roof. When the sling reached that trolley a mechanism in it released and allowed the sling, filled with hay, to move into the barn. At a place determined by someone in the barn he pulled a trip rope and the sling split in two and the hay spilled out. The empty sling was pulled back through the barn door, the trolley tripped a mechanism and the sling descended to the hayrack, put aside and the second sling put in the barn.

    One day Dad and I were haying alone. Being the nimble one I was in charge of the process with the slings. Dad drove the tractor attached to the hay rope. In my adolescent wisdom I decided that if I stood on the threshold of the open hay door I could both, signal Dad, and drop the hay where I wanted in the haymow. That meant less forking the hay to get it where it was wanted.

   Standing in the barn door I signaled Dad to stop and gave the trip rope a good pull. The rope broke and I fell backwards out the door and down, landing on the side of the hayrack. Perhaps it was a good thing that the top slat of the hayrack broke as I was only scratched and bruised. The slat was a 1"X 6" board.

Takk for alt,

Al


Notice the horses hooked to the hayrack and the woman driving mules to lift the hay. This barn has an elevated hayloft, i.e., on the second floor. Our barn was not that style. The haymow was on the ground level, with the horse barn on one side and the cow barn on the other. Therefore, the door, from which I feel was lower than the one pictured.


Using this rake the first task was to rake the hay into long windrows. When the rider approached the windrow, with hay in the rake, he'd kick a lever. That activated a lifting mechanism in the wheels that the tines raking the hay would life allowing the hay to remain, then the tines would return to the ground to continue raking. After raking the field into long windrows then the rake was pulled down those rows to bunch the hay. When the hay was being pitched into the wagon the wagon would stop by the bunch, haycock, to facilitate pitching it into the wagon.

Friday, March 27, 2026

No good deed goes unpunished!

    Here's what's on the internet about the saying about punishing good deeds.

"No good deed goes unpunished" is a cynical idiom likely originating from 12th-century Latin writings, though frequently misattributed to Oscar Wilde. It implies that acts of kindness often lead to negative consequences for the doer, popularized in the 20th century by figures like Clare Boothe Luce."

    When the new educational wing was added to the last church I served the lawn needed reconstruction. It needed several yards of black dirt. The property committee located a source of black dirt about twenty miles west of the church, through Crystal, New Hope, Plymouth and beyond. With my dump truck in town I volunteered to haul the dirt. 

     After delivering several loads and driving through Plymouth I was pulled over by a state trooper. Turns out I wasn't quite legal. The dirt was heaped above the box, courtesy of the driver of the front end loader at the dirt pile. There should have been a tarp over the load. The trooper said he was doing me a favor by charging me under state law. Had he used the federal statute the fine would have been much higher. If memory serves me right the fine was about $135.00 but don't hold me to that.

   Perhaps the church council might reimburse me. After all I was using my truck and my gas for the church, but they declined. No good deed goes unpunished, after all.

Takk for alt,

A

The "new" addition is the octagon building nearest.