Dating

I went out on a date today-with my 13 year old. We have a weekly date to go get hay at the feed store. If Sergey doesn't go to jail some day I will attribute it mostly to the power of the Almighty and our dates to the feed store. For both of us it is more than an errand for necessities, it is a time to be together and laugh and talk. For me it's to enjoy the smell of hay and corn with molasses, the hardware and tack, I could live in a feed store. For Sergey it's his time to show off his strength as he loads the bales and bags on the truck, to load up on packs of salted sunflower seeds and a weekly softdrink. Today they were short on help. The new help that they have is short on brains according to me and Sergey. We have been packing this stuff on this small truck for a year now and know how to do it so we were glad that mr. new guy was busy. Sergey laughed at me as I tried to hoist the 80 lbs. bales up to him and I reminded him that there were probably cows in the bales of this particular batch of hay, that they hadn't noticed the cows sleeping in the field and had just baled them up with the hay. We listened to country music on the way home and he told me about a couple of things he wants for Christmas. Some days I am tempted to get rid of all the hay burners around here and save some money but I'm afraid I couldn't find better therapy for the both of us for the price.