For some issues of The People’s Exchange, the last thing that gets done is this article. This time it almost created a serious problem! Our power went off this afternoon (Monday) for about half an hour. Most of the paper was done, but, yep, you guessed it … this spot on the front cover was still nice and white!

I haven’t heard what caused the power outage, but I do know I was quite relieved when it came back on. Of course, at that point, I still hadn’t decided exactly what I was going to write about. In fact, you might argue that it was actually a good thing that the power did go off! Otherwise, I might not have had anything to write about.

Okay, that’s not quite true. I’m sure most of you have figured out by now that I often write an article even when there isn’t anything to write about. Just recently I had one of our advertisers compliment me on my ability to make a story out of nothing. At least, I think it was a compliment.

I actually did have quite a bit happen over the last couple of weeks that would make a nice journal entry … a boring list of things that happened with nothing funny involved. I had a niece get married. It was a very nice wedding. My chickens are finally starting to lay eggs. I had to mow my grass again after the rain came back and the warm weather continued even though we’re near the end of October. I drove to to Kansas with my son who is a senior in high school to do a college visit. I have been getting up early to get my seventh grade son to early morning basketball practices.

As you can see, the list is pretty everyday. I wasn’t sure how I was going to be able to make an interesting story out of any of those topics. I have mentioned this before, but I’ll say it again, when things go well I find it hard to have something to write about!

Wait, almost a month ago I almost had a thumb removed. Now see, that’s something worth writing about. I’ll keep it brief.

I had agreed to play softball for a friend in the Fall league. When I was younger, and not hauling as much “padding” around with me, I used to play outfield. While my mind still knows what I need to be doing, the flesh seems to be a bit slow in responding to my mind’s directions. Now days I play infield. I prefer second base. That position is the furthest from the batter which gives the flesh just a wee bit more time to respond to my mind’s directions when the ball comes my way.

This particular evening coach had stuck me at first base. One of the kids we were playing against must have had a magic bat. I’m pretty sure the ball hit my mitt before he was even finished hitting it! While I had managed to slow the ball down and keep the runner at first, the ball has been way better at slowing me down! It’s been four weeks and I still can’t get that thumb to cooperate with me.

Dan Byler
Owner / CEO at LaGwana