there is little to no tact or surprise when i execute a mother’s day gift, or any other occasions of this nature; i’m without a car and usually have to ask to be picked up to take her out for her birthday, said mother’s day, or any other appreciatory holiday. she’s a good girl, though, and recognizes such shortcomings only to overshadow them with my better traits. it was in doing so that she informed me we would be working on her boyfriend’s farm for the entirety of the day. not a bad time, in my opinion, but a little odd for a gift.

the majority of the work was mowing, slight engine repair, and sorting our a few things left from his mother, who sadly passed away almost a year ago. but what struck me was the nearby town, jordan. i’ve always become very depressed when in, or even passing through, rural america. Read more »