The grasswire primitive, who lives on a "farmette" up over there in Wisconsin, is an older woman who's found much disappointment and discouragement in life; a sort of slightly-better version of the skidmarked underwear primitive, "Skidmore," the disconsolate farmwife in eastern Iowa.
It's been fascinating, reading the grasswire primitive through the years; she had a nephew who owned a restaurant that stated out well, and did well, but then crashed.
The business was started and prospered from January 20, 2001 until January 3, 2007.
As she's never yet seen the obvious point here, one suspects the grasswire primitive isn't too bright.