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<\/p>\nI spent the afternoon scraping paint off the windows of my house…….after replacing the pulley on my two stage ladder. Just as well. I already posted a heavy duty blog rumination. I don’t want to post too many of them in any single day or my eight loyal readers won’t be able to keep up.<\/p>\n
Here’s something light to finish the day. <\/p>\n
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Claudia posted this picture to Facebook. Its the farm set that our grandsons have played with forever. Its why when the little one, Jake, met a real farmer he told his grandmother her cousin Kent didn’t look like a farmer. Must have been the hat and bib overalls. The post came with a note from Jake to his grandmother’s cousin:<\/p>\n
Farmer Kent Johnson and farmer Marcia thank you for growing food and letting me have fun on the farm. From Jacob.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
In a separate note Claudia told her cousin: <\/p>\n
Jacob told me the silo was full of corn seeds. He then kept dropping all of his little people into the top so they could roll around in the corn.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n