The Farmer in the Dell

Yesterday afternoon I burst into song, belting out the old favorite, "The Farmer in the Dell." That song is very annoying and it's a good thing that no one was home at the time.

I mentioned that the farmer would be leaving for Mexico. His flight leaves very early this morning and in preparation he stayed out at the farm which is closer to the airport. There's a small farmhouse on the property that we lovingly call "The White House". In bad weather or occasions such as this it serves as his home for the night.

In addition to the Illinois farm and the distribution facility in South Carolina, there are two farms in Mexico. The farmer is General Manager and CFO for all of these operations and he's visiting the Mexican farms to work on some projects. He claims it's all business but he took his bathing suit! What do you think?

Before I go any further with this story we're going to switch gears for a moment and play a little game. Have you ever played the online search game where you're presented with a picture of a room filled with stuff and a list of things you need to find? OK, here we go. We'll call it "The Farmer Might Get Stuck in the Dell" game.

Here's my very messy office filled with all kinds of interesting things. You're looking for the following items:

computer monitors
cookbooks
broken lamp
Daytimer
vintage postal scale
keyboard
coffee mug
cordless phone



Have you found them?

Here are some of the items revealed.



And a few more.....



You've almost found all of them.



Oh, and I forgot. There's one more item on the list.

A PASSPORT!!

Did you find it?



The farmer can't get into Mexico without a passport. And no, it wasn't sitting on top of the desk to alert me to the fact that he'd forgotten it. Yesterday, after he left for work, I went about my chores but something kept nagging at me. I walked into the office and checked the folder where we keep our passports. His had recently come up for renewal and I wanted to make sure he'd taken the current one.

NO! He hadn't taken either. I made a quick phone call and he met me halfway (20 miles). It cost him a pork cutlet sandwich and a weak promise to bring me back a Mexican condominium. We'll see. I think my quick thinking is worth at least that much.

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