Testing audio

I went over my laptop audio, but found no problems.

I then recorded this with and without a microphone. Can you hear any difference?

I didn’t find any difference with the microphone. Did you?

I sure don’t want to lose my listeners because of a poor recording.

Here’s my 50-word story from yesterday, in case you couldn’t hear it. Now you can read it.

Strange neighbor

By Susan Manzke

He sat in the front yard. Hat cocked over his right eye, a beer bottle in hand.

Street a few feet beyond.

Children walked on the far side, cringing.

Adults smiled but did not speak to him.

A few days after Halloween he disappeared, not to rise until next October.

Until next time, that’s it from Sunnybook Farm.

Happy Halloween

A fifty-word story for you from me this Halloween.

This is your treat for today.

I hope your Halloween is filled with many treats and no tricks.

Until next time, that’s it from Sunnybook Farm.

After a walk outside I didn’t pay attention to my hair. It wasn’t until I decided to do a quick video that I saw what I looked like.

This short video shows the real me.

I even surprised myself.

Wearing winter caps will create more hairdos like this, I’m sure.

Next week highs around here will be in the 40s and lows in the 20s. That means hats to stay warm outside and crazy hairdos when I come in.

Until next time, that’s it from Sunnybook Farm.

Many things can go wrong during harvest time, but then there are days when everything is beautiful and bountiful.

This 1987 column talks about a lovely day when soybeans flowed from the field.

I love remembering days when work was thrilling for both Bob and me.

It was always good being useful.

Until next time, that’s it from Sunnybook Farm.

This column from 1987 is about working behind the scenes at the church chicken dinner. My job was cleaning up chicken parts.

There are no chicken dinners at my church anymore, but maybe someday there will be.

Maybe if the dinners return, I’ll take a different job, like breaking up bread for the mounds of dressing.

Until next time, that’s it from Sunnybook Farm.