Journal #49 Crop Circles again

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There are crop circles in my hometown again. They have been there several times now. The first time they were in Llewellyn’s fields. Then, 3 years ago they were in Haden’s field. This year they are in Cindy and Greg Geib’s field. This made news big over the past week. Cindy has done multiple radio shows all over the country. There have been over 30 stories done and over 100 people have shown up to see it, or stand in it. When I first heard about it I told Cindy I was getting my tin foil hat and heading her way. I think the reason it is bigger news this time is because Cindy is so cool. Who wouldn’t want to talk to her about her crop circles? Or, maybe it is just a boring summer and this is the kind of news people like. Are they real? I think they are real, in the sense that they exist. I don’t know who made them, but I know the farmers who keep finding them in their fields didn’t do it. They are too busy to spend time doing that. Also, they lost almost and acre of wheat so I know they wouldn’t do that to themselves. One of the radio guys asked if an acre was going to hurt them much, he asked if they had thousands of acres and Cindy said they had millions of acres. She’s so funny.

I just tell people there have been aliens visiting Wilbur for years. When I was little they visited the Walters’ farm.  They took pictures of it, but the air force confiscated their film. When my brother was young, he came running home one evening scared because he had seen something. My sister and her friend Marcia also saw something – above buttercup hill. Now that I think about it, maybe the aliens stole my wildflowers. I don’t know if there are aliens, but I can’t say for sure that there aren’t. Thank goodness I’m not writing a research paper about it.

The first reason I think Aliens are good, the second reason, the third reason…..

I could never pull that one off.

I have never seen them. But I bet they’ve seen me. I have my crazy language, after all, maybe they taught it to me. Also, people always tell me they can’t understand my telephone messages. I try speaking very clearly, but for some reason they can never understand me. I just say it is the aliens garbling my speech – they are always interfering. I don’t know why they are so interested in Wilbur, or me, for that matter. I guess Wilbur is a good place. I like it. In fact, I love it a little. It was the best place to grow up. I don’t know if I would want to live there now, but I would like to spend more time there. I know hubby would like to retire there so he could fish Lake Roosevelt every weekend. He loves it. He is there now – without me. I am jealous.