Last week the babies and I made a little pit stop to see Mr. Blue Eyes at work. He works at a local grain elevator.
What is an elevator, you ask? Well, my understanding is this: Farmers harvest their crops (mostly beans and corn) in the fall. They haul some or all of their grain to an elevator, where it is stored and dried until it is shipped off to places unknown. The grain is stored in these huge towers, thus it is 'elevated', which is where the name comes from. Some of it is made into feed for livestock, which is also done at the elevator.
There are farms all over Minnesota, and there are elevators all over Minnesota. I grew up with them as part of the local landscape, and honestly never gave much thought to what happened there. The same was true of farming in general... Even though it was always going on around me, I never really paid attention to how it all worked. Now that I'm older I'm more interested in the process.
We had to wait for Mr. Blue Eyes for a few minutes, so I took a little tour through town...
There's the elevator, in all its glory. And see that little, tiny red and white sign on the left side of the road, right before the elevator?
Here, let me give you a close-up...
This is the same gas station that I remember getting gas as with my mom when I was little. I can still hear her saying, "Ten dollars of unleaded, please," to the gas attendant. And then the nice man washed our windows for us while we waited for the gas tank to fill up. I bet they still do that there. Who would've guessed that my future husband would someday work across the street?
This cafe... I remember sitting in there with my dad, eating pie and listening to him shoot the breeze with the owner. It smelled of swisher sweets and roast beef.
Mr. Blue Eyes showed us around a little bit. It was kind of fun to see that there are a lot of things there that are done the same way they were done years ago. One of the things I found the most interesting was this...
When they are mixing feed, different ingredients come down through each of those tubes (which are stored in massive quantities up above, which made me very small and vulnerable in that moment) and are all combined in the mixer down below.
I'm not sure what this board is about. I just think it's cool that chalk and a chalkboard are still in use in our modern world.
I'm easily entertained.
Did I mention that Mr. Blue Eyes is starting a recycling revolution at the place?
Luckily his co-workers (who declined being photographed for this post... even though I know they secretly wanted to) are very supportive.
And I am very proud.
But I can't write about it because my brother doesn't like reading about my feelings for Mr. Blue Eyes. And I'm afraid that if I make him angry he will make me ride a goat named Clarence.
But that's another story for another day.
I'm not ready to talk about it yet.