Restless

I can only work in the shop for so long. I'm bored. Even though I'm still not completely ready machinery-wise to plant, I'm ready farmer-wise. 

I don't mind tinkering in the shop, and I enjoy it most of the time, but we've been doing it for the last week and a half. It's time to get my butt in a seat. Dad could work in the shop all day, every day, but not me. He likes the shop, I like the tractor. I think that's why we make a pretty good team. 

I like the solitude of the tractor. I like plugging the iPod into an FM transmitter and playing jukebox hero. I like listening to the Scott Van Pelt show on ESPN radio, Dave Ramsey, and the occasional Royals game. I like moving dirt, killing weeds, and planting seeds. I like waving at the people that drive by. Mostly, I like dreaming - about the land I want to farm, the land I hope to own, a place of my own, an insulated shop, my next tractor, raising 200 bushel corn, what I'm going to have for supper, and a certain '81 GMC.

I'm hoping to be planting by the end of the week, but we'll see. We had more rain today. Hopefully the sun will come out and the wind will blow so the dirt will dry out. I have a feeling it's going to be another long spring, but besides complaining, there's not much I can do. It'll get done.