My fish peaced before I had a chance to name it

[In honor of Ag. Appreciation Weekend, I'm posting this in green]

I broke my camera. Technically the cement I dropped it on broke it. Unfortunately, all of the pictures from Grinnell Agricultural Appreciation Day are stuck inside its hollow shell. The only proof I have of attending is this tractor postcard. It came in a set of eight in a Ziploc sandwich bag. Each of the postcards depict a different agricultural scene; a local artist produces a different scene for each year.

I decided to post this card from 1999 because it features the gazebo and three of the 50+ tractors featured in the town center. A local band called Route 66 played Vince Gill covers for an hour and a half. Ryan and I could only stomach three songs. We ate homemade ice cream and I was this close to buying flour from a Menonite family at the farmer's market.

Two thumbs up for Ag. Appreciation Day.

I would have attended the Machinery Parade had the Unitarian Universalist dinner not conflicted. Perhaps next year. I talked to a planning committee member in the park. I recommended they sell shirts at next year's event. I think my voice will be heard.

Last night at the study break carnival, I won a beta fish. I knew I would. I was really pleased with myself until I woke up this morning, ready to feed it. To my absolute HORROR, the fish was gone. I freaked out and Kathleen laughed. Nilesh, from across the hall, took it while I was in the co-ed bathtub last night talking on the phone with CatTed about the raunchy Spanish sex poema she was trying to help me translate. Kathleen must have let him in. Nilesh forgot to take the food so during the day today, he must have made a second trip because the food was gone. I decided to let him just keep it because 1) the kid's roommate never showed up for school so he's been alone for three weeks and 2) everytime I say his name, he looks at me like I've mispronounced it. Which I probably have.

Whatever. I'll get another one. Kathleen hated the fish anyway because she didn't want the stress of caring for it. I assured her, I could fly solo on this project.

The cross country team just ran by. Naked. Not kidding.

I donated blood today. I took three stickers and ate all of the Strawberry Fig Newtons at the recovery table. I was a "fast pump" according to Mary, the Blood Center Technician. I asked, and she said she has worked for the Blood Center of Iowa for 10 years. Based on her physical appearance and toupe Easy-Spirits, I would have guessed 50 years.

Rachel is home from Hawaii but stuck in a small basement room in Victoria sans phone and internet. Damn. This one goes out to Rachel.