Don’t get caught up in farm town unless you have a lot of free time. Farm Town is an application in face book that allows you to start a farm. You can plant seeds and harvest crops, or plant trees and harvest them. You can have animals on your farm, people give you gifts of trees, flowers and animals, and as you farm, you earn experience points which allow you to grow more types of crops or trees. When you earn a certain number of experience points you can buy more land and house, barns and silos. You can also purchase wagons, ponds and lakes, dirt paths and fences.
I started with 4-5 plots of land and am now on level 26 but it takes time to plow, plant and harvest. Some of the crops are ready in 2 hours while others can take up to 4 days. To make a substantial amount of money without waiting forever, you need to plant and harvest a lot of 2 and 4 hour crops. Unfortunately, you can’t just leave them once they are mature. If you don’t harvest within a certain amount of time, your crops go to waste and you lose money. You find yourself planning your life around your planting and harvest times.
You are not alone in doing this, you have neighbors and buddies, so you don’t have to harvest your crops yourself -- you can go to the market place and hire someone to come harvest for you. Or take a part time job and earn extra money by harvesting other people’s farms. Once you reach a certain level you can hire others to plow for you. If you’re tired of farming and want to just talk, you can go to the pub. I have met some interesting people this way.
At first, you can’t wait to get up to a level to buy a barn or house. Soon you’re adding flowers, fences and square footage. Then your creative side kicks in and you are creating words and designs with different colored plants. Some of the farms are themed around one animal such as cows, dogs or cats. Others go all out and add beaches, castles and playgrounds. Several have water themed parks on their farm.
I have to get back to my Farm. I planted 4 hour grapes and it’s time to harvest.
See you on the Farm.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
A tea drinker in a coffee world
A tea drinker in a coffee world
I don’t drink coffee. I don’t like the taste of coffee. In today’s world this is almost as bad as announcing that you’ve just joined a terrorist cell. People look at you like you’re un-American. It should not be apple pie and baseball but apple pie and coffee, with a Starbucks on every corner and a Java something or other on every other comer. Not liking coffee is un-American.
Offering a cup of coffee is considered a standard greeting. Anyone asking for tea instead is met with a unbelieving stare. Many businesses still offer free coffee to their customers even in today’s economic climate, and the coffee pot is still kept full with its stack of white foam cups nestled beside it.
In restaurants, a coffee cup is frequently already on the table ready for the arrival of a waitress carrying the fat glass globe of dark liquid. If you ask for tea in these eateries, you are lucky to be provided with a cup of lukewarm water and an off brand tea bag, for which you are charged as much as a designer cup of coffee at one of those fancy corner places. It is amazing how much you are expected to pay for a cup of warm water and a single bag of cheap leaves.
Speaking of the fancy coffee housesL just try ordering a cup of plan tea at one of theses. All they have are teas modified with assorted flavors that have no place in a cup of good tea. I mean really! When would ginger or pomegranate ever get together with a cup of good strong black tea?. And now the trend is towards green tea.
If you’re not into caffeine. just try to get a cup of herb tea. I wish you luck. I carry tea bags in my purse.
I don’t drink coffee. I don’t like the taste of coffee. In today’s world this is almost as bad as announcing that you’ve just joined a terrorist cell. People look at you like you’re un-American. It should not be apple pie and baseball but apple pie and coffee, with a Starbucks on every corner and a Java something or other on every other comer. Not liking coffee is un-American.
Offering a cup of coffee is considered a standard greeting. Anyone asking for tea instead is met with a unbelieving stare. Many businesses still offer free coffee to their customers even in today’s economic climate, and the coffee pot is still kept full with its stack of white foam cups nestled beside it.
In restaurants, a coffee cup is frequently already on the table ready for the arrival of a waitress carrying the fat glass globe of dark liquid. If you ask for tea in these eateries, you are lucky to be provided with a cup of lukewarm water and an off brand tea bag, for which you are charged as much as a designer cup of coffee at one of those fancy corner places. It is amazing how much you are expected to pay for a cup of warm water and a single bag of cheap leaves.
Speaking of the fancy coffee housesL just try ordering a cup of plan tea at one of theses. All they have are teas modified with assorted flavors that have no place in a cup of good tea. I mean really! When would ginger or pomegranate ever get together with a cup of good strong black tea?. And now the trend is towards green tea.
If you’re not into caffeine. just try to get a cup of herb tea. I wish you luck. I carry tea bags in my purse.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Dog Park Visit
I took my dogs to a local dog park today and boy was I in for a surprise. The full parking lot should have been a hint but I thought a local construction company was using it for overflow parking. No. All the cars belonged to people visiting the park.
There were over a hundred dogs in the park which is 12 acres of grass and dirt divided in to four main areas. There is a small area for small dogs, three large areas for big dogs and a large open area for everyone.
All the dog runs, and the open area, come with trees and picnic benches. There are several water areas and even two plastic pools for frolicking. Even a nice mud puddle that two labs were taking advantage of.
Most of the dogs were accompanied by a human or two, so I walked around talking to people while my dogs frolicked and did the social dog thing. We joined clumps of human huddled under trees and around tables.
There was one group of old timers hanging around. They all knew each other and each other’s dogs, and told me that they had been meeting up at the dog park for years. It provided a good social outlet for otherwise non social individuals. And of course their dogs loved it.
There was also one middle aged man who walked from group to group carrying a long handled tool with a small shovel on the end. He walked around behind his pack of seven large dogs picking up poop. Everyone knew him and greeted him by name when he stopped for a moment or two to talk. He never stayed long with one group, just popped in, greeted their dogs and moved on. I watched him patrol the park three times. A self appointed guardian. Him being there made me feel safer.
A good day.
There were over a hundred dogs in the park which is 12 acres of grass and dirt divided in to four main areas. There is a small area for small dogs, three large areas for big dogs and a large open area for everyone.
All the dog runs, and the open area, come with trees and picnic benches. There are several water areas and even two plastic pools for frolicking. Even a nice mud puddle that two labs were taking advantage of.
Most of the dogs were accompanied by a human or two, so I walked around talking to people while my dogs frolicked and did the social dog thing. We joined clumps of human huddled under trees and around tables.
There was one group of old timers hanging around. They all knew each other and each other’s dogs, and told me that they had been meeting up at the dog park for years. It provided a good social outlet for otherwise non social individuals. And of course their dogs loved it.
There was also one middle aged man who walked from group to group carrying a long handled tool with a small shovel on the end. He walked around behind his pack of seven large dogs picking up poop. Everyone knew him and greeted him by name when he stopped for a moment or two to talk. He never stayed long with one group, just popped in, greeted their dogs and moved on. I watched him patrol the park three times. A self appointed guardian. Him being there made me feel safer.
A good day.
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