Gambling addiction

We gambled with the summer squash and the weather and lost

I’m not a gambler.  Or so I thought.  No really, I’ve spent entire weekends in Las Vegas and didn’t plop the first penny down toward gambling.  It’s that ole’ Midwestern conservatism I think (although they do have casinos in the Midwest).  But wherever it comes from, I consider myself risk averse.  Well then, let’s consider my career choice…  Did you consider it?  Yeah, it kind of makes you think, doesn’t it. Again and again, we gamble out here on the farm.  We come back year after year, pitting crop earliness against the chance of the weather, rolling the dice in hopes that seeds germinate, playing roulette with weeds, hoping our backs don’t go bust.  In fact, if you look at it from that perspective, it appears we might need to seek help for our gambling addiction.