Over the weekend some friends had some friends visiting from a city . . a real city. They wanted to bring the kids out to see the baby chicks. The kids were probably 4 and 7. The little girl’s name was Gracie so she was really impressed that one of the baby chicks was named Gracie. Vince was in the house recuperating so he didn’t come outside but I was telling him about their visit and he said “We really are pretty different, I suppose.”
The mom and dad were taking pictures and videoing everything.
First, I picked up one of the baby chicks and while I was holding him and they were petting his head, he pooped in my hand. Gracie squealed like a city girl. I think the little boy wanted to squeal but was too grossed out.
We went over to the other coop so Gracie could meet Gracie. The parents were intrigued by the two story coop so I explained that the bantams like to sleep way up high. They had all kinds of questions about the roosters. I felt pretty knowledgeable . . mainly because whatever I didn’t know, I could just make up as I went and they wouldn’t know the difference! Not really! They had never seen spurs on a rooster so I showed them Wilbur’s spurs. They wanted to know why there was electricity running to the chicken coop. I explained about fans and heat when there are babies in the winter.
The lady turned towards the shop and said “Whats’ that?” Hmmm . . RTV? Old Honda? Old Chevy S-10? “No .. that building?” The shop! I don’t know if she’s never really noticed a big metal building or not so I explained about it being full of mostly junk right now.
They were fascinated by the garden, the fruit trees, the solar powered well. Our water comes out of the ground and we don’t pay a monthly water bill! It was kinda funny . . all the things that we’re just used to seeing and using and it was all new to them. The things we’ve wanted for so long .. they never think much about and were surprised some of the things we use even exist.
We had some other folks over and I gave them some tomatoes, eggs and potatoes. I had just dug the potatoes and I could tell he was baffled. He said “How did they get so dirty?” I explained that they grow underground. No! He didn’t believe if. I had to go out to the garden, scratch around and find more to show him. He wasn’t real sure that the potatoes from the grocery store grow underground. Poor guy! He left saying “I’ve never seen a potato that still had dirt on it!”
They asked why the satellite dishes were down on the ground. I explained that we don’t have satellite any more. NO! That had to be impossible. What do we do at night? I explained that by the time we come in from working outside, there’s not much time before we’re both falling asleep. I’m sure he left thinking we’re the weirdest folks he’s ever met. What about news? I asked him what having the news had done to benefit or improve his life? We can read local and national news online . . not that we do that much any more.
The wife wanted to know about the clothesline. She honestly had never seen one. I explained that sheets take about 10 minutes to dry on the line, towels may take 20 minutes. I showed her a T-shirt off the line and how the wind blows so hard here that the clothes dried on the line have less wrinkles than those coming out of the dryer.
Yep, I guess by today’s standards, we are THAT different.