I ran into a disagreement with electrons again today. Sometimes they are so helpful. Marching in nice straight rows like a Russian May Day parade, their disciplined behavior and orderly rows lead you to believe they could do great things, and they can. But with just one touch of the wrong button, they assume all the organizational characteristics of a kindergarten soccer team. I quickly get to the point where the only alternative is to unplug the game, get them back on the “buss” and start over. Electrons Gone Astray It’s happened often in my past And once again today. Just as I think I have it set, Electrons go astray. I try to set some new device To make it do my will. The first 16 steps have worked out, I start to feel a thrill. Is it possible this time That new device is set? Even if it’s going well I have learned not to bet. For just as triumph is at hand And Murphy is at bay, Some circuit lets a few get out, Electrons go astray. This time it is a TV dish I’m trying to outfox. The hard drive on the old one crashed; They sent one in a box. The four-pound installation book That came for me to read Has a separate language For every nation, tribe or creed. You’d think the English portion Would do me the most good. But somehow the Hebrew chapter is As easily understood. Start with menu, like it says, Then follow in the book. A 14-digit product code? Where was it that I look? I make it to the final page, The pressure starts to show. Like a NASA mission specialist, I feel the tension grow. What’s that, the screen says reset ! Somehow I made a mess. My big old farmer fingers Have made an errant press. “Where are you headed?” my wife asks As I stomp out the door. “I am going to get my grandson To finish up this chore.” ~ By Davis Kragnes
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Write Field column is written by David Kragnes. David farms near Felton, MN. He is a former Chairman of American Crystal Sugar Co., and currently serves on the board of directors of CoBank.
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