One week down

I think I've settled into the (relative) swing of things here in Crosby, ND.
Wake up at 7:30 am. Bike to work.Work. Eat a turkey sandwich for lunch. Work. Bike home. Usually eat supper with my most gracious host, John Andrist. Sit in my room in the basement and pass time until I sleep at 11:30 pm.

It should be noted that John is a real nice and wise old man. For starters he took in a stranger (me) for the whole summer. I don't even have to pay rent. I help him with random tasks around the house, it's a good deal.

But not all is well in this house, or Crosby...
I've taken to drinking the water here, just because it's simple. I plan on not drinking any soda during my time here (though I did drink some while in Hutchinson, MN this past weekend for my sister's wedding.)

BTW congratulations Sister Johanna, and Mark, my new brother.

Sorry for the tangent. Anyways, I've noticed something odd about the water here though. If you'll look at exhibit A on the right side, you'll see a toilet bowl. This is not a bad white balance by my cell phone camera, nor is not the bowl after I have urinated into it.

This is the bowl , with some nice clean Crosby, ND water.

I drink it.

If I may jump back to my host for a moment before we part again, It should be noted that not only did he take me in for the summer - he even offered me a choice of which room I wanted when I first moved in.

I picked the basement room, just so I would stay out of his hair and it was cooler in the basement. I only peeked my head into the upstairs room.

A few days ago though, while I was returning the vacuum to the upstairs bedroom option after John and I had cleaned his porch, I was met with a most horrifying sight. I immediately felt thankful I had instinctively picked the basement like a true social recluse. Don't scroll down if you have Coulrophobia.









I'll stay in the basement, thanks.

This is the entrance to 94 off of 8th Street in Moorhead, Minnesota.

I (probably illegally) took this picture from my car on my cell phone camera. It says "WEST" on that green sign in the middle, which is why I took the picture.

Anyways, I drove for about seven hours. It wasn't so bad, as I had made a playlist on itunes specifically for the occasion (howstuffworks.com has the best podcast everrrrr). Along the way I took note that North Dakota isn't nearly as flat as I had originally thought in my head, and saw some interesting sights along the way.

Between Minot and Crosby (it's a big stretch but they're the only two landmarks I can think of) I saw giant numbers on the hills on either side of the highway built out of stone; 98, 55, 78, 80, 91 and so on. I gathered these must be graduating classes of a local high school. Finally one of them read underneath "State Champions". So if anyone can tell me what sport and what high school these Easter Island like numbers belong to I would appreciate it.

When I pulled into Crosby my gracious host for the summer greeted me with spaghetti. What a guy. That night I met my most gracious roommate for the summer. Shelob the spider. I let her live. That's what friends do right?

The next day (today as of writing), was my first full day in the majestic Crosby, ND. And I already made two new friends; Mike L, a wise old man who I'll hopefully be biking with this summer, and Jack.

Jack the Donkey.



First day of my internship starts tomorrow at 8:30 am. Goodnight.