Driving the Amish

I'm off tonight to pickup the Amish in Humansville and Dunnegan to take them to my blood drive again. Every 56 days. Usually it's not THAT big a deal, but with Bryon gone, I have to drive all the way back to Marshfield to pickup Grace, then to Bolivar to drop Grace off with Nana and then to Humansville to pick up the Amish folks. It's a pretty interesting trip usually. They are very polite and answer questions when asked, but mostly they just talk amongst themselves in a combination of German and English. Usually I can catch a snippet or two to figure out the gist of the conversation. Sometimes not so much. I wish I could take a picture of them to share but they are strictly against photographs and graven images of any kind. I usually pickup 10-12 in the CBCO Maxi Van. Me driving that van is a sight to behold, let me tell you. I'm not so good at backing so one family let's me turn around in their feed lot. Occasionally I have to have a substitute drive for me but I always hear about it upon my return because they think everyone else drives too fast! :) After 11 days without electricity this past January during the ice storm, any delusions I might have held about the quaintness of their lives and the simplicity of living off the grid have been DASHED. I like electricity. I like the grid. I'm keeping it. :)