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Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Welcome to the Prairie, Bitch

Okay I apologize for being vulgar. For the handful of people that get that joke, I thought it would be worth it. For the rest of you, I submit this post as my defense.

I've lived in South Dakota for a year and a half now. I'd always viewed the Dakotas as nothing but acres of wilderness, a vastness all but untouched by modernity.

It's not that forbidding. But it's still wild. It's so wild!

Those that aren't farmers and ranchers still enter into the wildness by traipsing through knee-high prairie grass and bogs to bring down a Blue-Winged Teal or sit through a freezing rain for a shot at a buck. Fun is driving around looking at public land or bird-watching at Sand Lake.

Aside from these rather atypical lifestyle choices, we still get our lattes and grocery shop and go to movies like the rest of America.

But to remind you that she's still wild and you can't tame her, South Dakota will wring the moisture out of your corn field, suck you dry, then beat you down with wind and rain. The mosquitoes swarm. The heat oppresses and she makes you forget you were so cold your eyelashes froze. Then they freeze and she hardens everything around you until you despair of flowers and rhubarb.

Other times she just gives you a playful pinch.

It happened to me today in the shower. When I pulled a tick out of my hair.

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Blogger elphaba said...

Awesome!!! Seth Cohen would be proud. Wood ticks are no joke.
".....looking out for number one. South Dakota, here I come. Right back where we started from."

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Blogger "Molly McGee" said...

It's like Chrismakuh all over.

So, where does this rank on your "totally disgusted by all things wildlife" list? Above or below your hand discovering the dead mouse in the trash can?

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh, you should definitely read Giants in the Earth: A Saga of the Prairie (Perennial Classics)
by Ole Edvart Rolvaag. You can no doubt find it in the Aberdeen library for free! It is such classic prarie literature. Warning...South Dakota can make you cry when you leave...

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Blogger Lois E. Lane said...

Vomitocious! If this tick incident had happened to me, husband would have heard a manly scream from the other room (since I can't scream like a girl) and stumbled into the bathroom to find I had jumped onto the floor, huddled next to the toilet, and managed to wrangle the entire shoer curtain (and rod) down with me.

Rockin' post, sis!

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Blogger girlfriday said...

Well I didn't touch the dead mouse. If I had, I would be permenantly scarred and incapable of going into the garage again, which would pose a problem for leading a healthy life. But this was pretty bad. It was such a violation. And that bloody tick didn't die when I threw it down in the shower.

VT Mrs: I have never heard of Giants, but I am going to check it out. I do so love the prairie...and I believe you about the crying.

Friday, August 01, 2008


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