August 21, 2007
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Hi there, it is raining. Yes I should be happy. I should be
jumping for joy. But the crops are mostly dead, so it is not much help now. The
garden had the makings of being AWESOME, but it was just *ok* this year. The
vine borers did much damage to the cucumbers and peas. The squirrels ate all
the corn before it was time to harvest. The potatoes did very well and were
quite tasty. The broccoli flowers were every producing, I harvested as much as
possible and let the rest go to seed. The
KY Pole beans…I had many pots of Green Beans, Ham and Potatoes, much to my
husband chagrin. He just LOVES green
beans…much like a dirty sock in the face.
The radish did terrible again this year. No real bulbs, just skinny
little tubers, not worth the effort. I tried two different varieties and even
the planting medium was different, so I must be way off. I didn’t plant the
onions deep enough and the water played a role. Mom called them pearl onions,
but I swear they are bigger than pearl onions. The asparagus, grows. We will
see what it has to offer next year. The loofah is doing good, I water it
semi-regularly. I am excited to see how the loofah turns out. This is my first
time. The cantaloupe will produce a little melon, then it will shrivel and fall
off. There is one that is hanging in there;
it is the size of a medium bouncy ball that you would get from a gumball
machine.I have been getting involved in the community, probably
biting off more than I can chew, but I am tired of just complaining about the
state of things. I have been in touch with the first district council woman.
She asked me to help organize a petition against the issuance of a bottled
liquor license to the neighborhood grocer. The grocer is a small mom and pop place
that sells convenience stuff as well as deli sandwiches, fresh beef cuts and
slab bacon. It is a nice place to have down the street, the kids of the ‘hood
go there to get soda and freeze pops. I
grew up down the street from a place much like this one, and when I turned 16 I
was all about trying to get older cats to buy me vodka. So after much deliberation, I believe I am
opposed. I drew up the petition yesterday and a nice “form” letter to pass out.
We will see how it goes. In general, I think I am just sad that the
owner is interested in bringing this type of clientele into my ‘hood and
exposing all of the kids to the drunks. His kids hang out in the store too. Granted,
I used to be one of those, but lesson learned… the hardway. Hippocrate, maybe….proud
& protective Mama, definitely.Dylan is trying to talk. Let me try to list his words:
Hi ---with much enthusiasm
Sera --almost sounds like sue
Mmmmm --means mama is a good cook!
Tickle – tickle
Bad
Freeze pop
Mama
Dad
His hearty attempts at words:
Ba --ball
Babob babas --spongebob square pants, and he will totally
sing and dance every time the jingle comes on.Yesterday Dwayne got a
“Hi Dad” when he got home from work. Every day the two of them greet you at the
door with big HI!’s and hugs. It is very sweet. Georgia is so active it is
hard to list all of her accomplishments, unless I wrote daily. She and I have a
tea party every morning before I go to work, (most people call this
breakfast) We eat toast and drink tea,
she has any kind of fruit tea w/o caffeine and I usually go for the standard Earl
Grey. We like honey in our tea. We also sometimes have nutella on our toast,
Georgia thinks it is chocolate. She can
be very sweet and just the most precious thing, until she starts talking about
her butt and the noises that come from it.
Kinda ruins the tea party, you know?
Somehow, I can’t get the idea through to her, because she thinks it is
just the funniest thing to talk about body functions. This should come as no
surprise to me. Today we did not have the tea party because we watered the
garden, just in time for the rain storm.Maybe tomorrow we will have a tea party.
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