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September 6, 2004 - Monday | 3:24 PM, CST
As I think I mentioned in one of my previous journals, I have bought my house. Yes, I am now an evil white landowner. Or actually, the bank is a landowner. But I pay the bank to live here. And I pay them much less than what I was paying my landlord. Thank you low interest rates.
If you'd like to know where I live, perhaps because you want to come by and fix my kitchen ceiling, you can follow these legal directions I got from the County Clerk:
Tract 1:
The North 166 feet of the West 131 feet of the Northeast Quarter of the Southwest Quarter of Section 22, Township 27 North, Range 11 West of the Second Principal Meridian, Iroquois County, Illinois.
Tract 2:
Beginning at the Northeast corner of the Northwest Quarter of the Southwest Quarter of Section 22, Township 27 North, Range 11 West of the Second Principal Meridian, thence South on the East line of said Northwest Quarter of said Southwest Quarter 166 feet to a point, thence West parallel to the North line of said Northwest Quarter of said Southwest Quarter, a distance of 187 feet to a point, thence Northeasterly to a point on the North line of said Northwest Quarter of said Southwest Quarter, which is 150 feet West of the place of beginning, thence East on said North line of said Northwest Quarter of said Southwest Quarter, 150 feet to the place of beginning, in Iroquois County, Illinois.
Everyone got that?
I had a campfire out at my house the other night. This is beginning to turn into some sort of weekend ritual. Which so far has been to my liking, what with the relatively quiet country atmosphere, and the sounds of the evil ghost wildlife in the background. Plus the ten tiki torches around the fire pit have a greak Paganistic-looking effect.
But anyway, at this last party, Art, Andy, and I had a small road trip back to the cow pasture. Except there isn't a road there, and it wasn't much of a trip in the distance sense. Especially because we were still on my property. But anyway, we took a branch from a pear tree and fed the normally shy cows the unripened fruit.
It was cool how they were eating them out of our hands, which is normally something I have been unable to get the cows to do when I'm standing on the other side of my fence. Wait a second, this reminds me of a joke I heard the other night. Possibly told to me by Art? Did you hear about the farmer who thought he had an STD? Turns out he was allergic to wool.
Haha. But anyway, pictures. I'm sure you all want to see pictures of these crazy cows and others from the night that I took. I have a few, so I'll just go ahead and list them.
Picture 1: Art and Andy riding my propane tank.
Picture 2: The inside of a cow's mouth as it tried to take a pear out of my hand.
Picture 3: Art and Andy cleaning cow shit off their shoes.
Picture 4, Picture 5, and Picture 6: Art, myself, and Andy feeding cows.
Picture 7: A group picture with a cow.
Thus ends our adventures with the cows. It was good spending some adventure time with Art and Andy again.
~Fin~
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