carrieann: Cardiff, Wales (welsh words)
Hello again! I was talking a friend, and telling her I was amazed at how much she reads. Her response was something on the lines of, "well, I read during travel!" So that is what this entry is about: different transportation.

I live in a part of the country where having a car is essential to life. There are no subways, no real efficient bus systems. If you want a taxi, you have to call the taxi service and arrange a pick up. I can't help but be shocked when people I know over the age of sixteen don't have a drivers license. How do they survive?? When my car was in the shop after my brother got it in an accident, I went crazy! I also find one-car families to be amazing. My boss was one of those. She and her husband shared a car. They were lucky they worked in the same town. If not, I have no idea how they would handle it, especially since she used to have to leave work for five, ten minutes to pick him up before coming back to work the rest of her shift.

There are few times I've traveled where I didn't have a car at some level. I flew up to Maine years and years ago with my brother for fall break, but our parents were already there, and they had drove up there, so we had the family vehicle. A friend and I drove 24 hours straight to Virginia. The only real times I didn't have a car (except for the night we were picked up from the airport) were the times I went to San Francisco. Of course, in San Francisco, you don't really need one. They have the Caltrain, the BART, the buses, the trolleys. The second time I went there, I took at least three of those to get from the airport to my friend's place. I think I saw maybe one or two gas stations while in the city.

Back to where this entry really started from: time. That is, the amount of time one spends traveling from place to place. My parents spend at the very least 450 minutes driving each week. That's seven and a half hours. Imagine how much could be done in that time! Whole books could be read. You could finish projects that are for work or for pleasure. There's always catching up with a relative you haven't talked to in a long time. So many possibilities. And yet, here where there isn't public transportation, we're forced to use that time concentrating on the roads (doing anything else while driving is really stupid. I will confess- I do talk on the phone while driving. But texting? No way, no how.)

I guess what I'm saying is that I wish I could have that time that public transportation people have. Maybe I would get this huge stack of books I have out from the library read and done. But then I would miss out on the experience of driving down the road, seeing interesting things that you'd miss miss when absorbed in something else, getting to control where the wheels underneath me go.

Of course, you don't always miss interesting things when taking public transportation. Seen from the bus on my first trip to SF )
carrieann: high heel red slippers (getting outta kansas)
Back in May, I made a list of topics that I was going to write about. One of them was 'Too much rain and crops', but I never got around to writing it. However, today seems like a perfect day to come back to that subject.

To start with, I live out in the country. We have fields that one of our neighbors farms for us. He plows the fields, plants the seed, then harvests the crop in the fall.

This year, several crops were planted late. This includes corn and soy beans, the former being the one that we have. The main reason they were planted late was because there had been too much rain. Sure, rain is good for crops, it helps them grow. But if the ground is too wet, and doesn't get the chance to dry out, then you can't go out in the fields to plant in them. If you do, you'll end up tearing the field all up with the tires of the tractors and farming equipment.

The exact same goes when it comes to harvesting. We had a lot rain this fall. We couldn't go ten days without it raining again, which meant the ground never had the chance to dry out. That's why today, the second day of December, with the high of only 41º (although it feels like 30º with the wind gusting up to 31 mph), we still have soy beans in our fields.

I'm hoping that any precipitation (rain, sleet, snow) avoids us for the next week, so that the sow beans can actually get cut. Otherwise, that's a lot of soy beans gone to waste.
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There are times that I wish that when people defriend me, or decide they don't want to be my friend anymore, they would let me know. Otherwise I'm left wondering what happened and why. Did I do something wrong? Do you just think we don't have anything in common any more?

It hurts, a bit. Maybe it's safer not to know, but I can't help it. Even if the truth will possibly (probably) hurt a lot more.

(This is brought to you by the brain thinking too much, and a failure to communicate despite all the technologies that allow you to.)
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I'm thinking of taking a trip to New York later this summer.

New York people: any advice? Like cheap places to stay, best ways of transportation, things to see?

Also, would you like a visit?

Comments are screened, of course.
carrieann: cat and "beware of dog" sign (beware of the cat)
- Too much rain and crops
- Swine flu
- Alleyways
- other things that I can't remember at the moment (there were at least three others)
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"Well, here I am."

Hello from Dreamwidth!

I haven't decided yet what exactly I'm going to do with this journal, but I will let you know as soon as I find out myself. :)


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Carrie Ann

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