Posts Tagged ‘Potatoes’

It’s Rough Work, I’ll Give Him That

April 27, 2015

Over the weekend I read about the latest find at Crater of Diamonds State Park, a place I visited when I was a kid.  As you might imagine, the prospect of finding a diamond thrilled my young mind, and the idea of being able to keep it if I found one kept me digging in the dirt long after everyone else was bored.  Sadly, I didn’t find one, but I still had a good time, and I have fond memories of the place to this day.

My Dad, on the other hand, was “slightly” less impressed.

“It’s like paying for the experience of digging potatoes(1),” I remember him saying.  “Except at the end of the day you don’t even get potatoes!”

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(1) A hot, dirty, miserable job that he always hated when he was a kid.

5. Now I Kind Of Want Potatoes

June 13, 2014

My grandfather once told me that thunder was nothing more than the crashing rumble of God tossing sacks full of potatoes to one side as he harvested his crop. This distant memory coming back to me today has spawned several thoughts:

1. Judging by the amount of thunder around here lately, the crop must be really good this year.

2. No, I didn’t believe he was being literal or even serious when he told me this, but . . .

3. Now that I think about it, I can’t help but notice what saying something like that implies about my grandfather’s worldview. Even God harvests his own potatoes.

4. Considering what kind of hot and sweaty work harvesting potatoes can be, I for one would prefer living in a Universe where God doesn’t just foist the unpleasant task on a bunch of lower ranking angels, but rolls up his sleeves and pitches in. That’s the sort of attitude I can respect.