So sad, actually. Back when I was in school, I believed in science with such dedication that I was willing to tie my entire life to it. (yes, I was a geek, nerd, dweeb, pick one) Science was pure. It was perfect. Today, I cannot even read my monthly issues of Scientific American or Discover without getting pissed off at their obvious lies.
I understand exactly what you said.
No. Even though the heavy rain started later in the day, the air was wet all day and I really didn't feel like getting all wrapped up to go do that. The soil should be even softer tomorrow.
Indeed, the first few inches anyway....I suppose when you break through the critters compaction, it's smooth sailing anyway in a sandy loam.
Yup.
The homesteaders here a hundred years ago were barely learning about concrete and the few places I have found it, they made it only a couple inches thick (just walking on it for a few years has it all broken up). The place where I have my little metal barns today (one horse, one cow, each the size of a double garage) once had one of those big wooden barns with the mansard roof which, apparently, burned down about 50 years ago. I am still finding rusty bent nails all over that area - worked into the soil, then rain and wind brings them back up. I have picked up hundreds of them in the past 14 years. But I will be drilling (OK, augering) in an area where I have done it before, so no sweat.Although you'll prolly hit a few hundred yards of concrete someone dumped there 100 yrs ago.....
Should be done before Brunch.....The homesteaders here a hundred years ago were barely learning about concrete and the few places I have found it, they made it only a couple inches thick (just walking on it for a few years has it all broken up). The place where I have my little metal barns today (one horse, one cow, each the size of a double garage) once had one of those big wooden barns with the mansard roof which, apparently, burned down about 50 years ago. I am still finding rusty bent nails all over that area - worked into the soil, then rain and wind brings them back up. I have picked up hundreds of them in the past 14 years. But I will be drilling (OK, augering) in an area where I have done it before, so no sweat.
I miss him. I hope he hasn't decided to not come back here just because he only has a smart phone to play with.
Funny, I never eat that. Breakfast about 9:30AM, dinner at 4PM, nothing in between but a glass or two of ice water.Should be done before Brunch.....
Figured you hadn't, was supposed to be a ribbin....
I haven't either, that I remember.Figured you hadn't, was supposed to be a ribbin....
Funny that I used to be a connoisseur and today, I doubt I would even bother to eat if Lannie didn't push a plate of something in front of me. Somehow food just seems so unimportant....Figured you hadn't, was supposed to be a ribbin....
Good I do not like people to talk bad about little frogs.I am so tempted to say something like "Like minded individuals think alike," but I would never degrade a friend like that.
Nope. I got them moved to the corral (heavy stuff, that), but because there was very little wind today (a rarity), I had to do a quick switch on my "to do" stuff and burn a couple months of garbage while the grass was still wet from last night's rain (that wasn't supposed to be here).
Because my burn barrel has disintegrated over the years, I am only one good breeze from "open burning" (dangerous shit in summer), so I burned all that garbage fairly slowly and only did other tasks that could be done while in sight of the fire.
Not yet, and they damn well better hurry up. We're like only six weeks from first frost, which would mean Lannie will have to use your green 'mater recipe or we get nothing. Remember, because winter lasted too long this year, we were over a month late getting the garden started and I feared something like this might happen. I'd keep my fingers crossed that they hurry up, but it's hard to do all the other work with your fingers crossed.
I hear that....indeed a late planting season, hopefully a longer growing season. But don't count on it.Not yet, and they damn well better hurry up. We're like only six weeks from first frost, which would mean Lannie will have to use your green 'mater recipe or we get nothing. Remember, because winter lasted too long this year, we were over a month late getting the garden started and I feared something like this might happen. I'd keep my fingers crossed that they hurry up, but it's hard to do all the other work with your fingers crossed.
They can take colder temps better than maters too.
It's good shuff....I've made it a few times.
I was just drifting into the haze of the good old daze...
I really don't remember the shape of Der Weinerschnitzel's building and, while I am sure they were a franchise and must have been located in lots of states, I have been in 30 states and only remember seeing that one in Tucson, AZ. Was the one you remember in Alaska? Under normal circumstances, I do not like hot dogs because in grade school we had a field trip to a local factory and once I saw the garbage that goes into hot dogs, I never wanted one again (which is saying a lot for a little fat kid). But the sauerkraut so overwhelmed the hot dog that I couldn't resist. I have had a few hot dogs now that I am an old person with fading memory of the actual ingredients, but also smothered in mustard, they are tolerable.
I remember those weiner joints, think they went to the dogs tho.....otta binness....
Yup, that's the place I remember in Tucson. Ah, da goot oldt daze....
After touring a manufacturing facility, I wouldn't have eaten another dog either....thank god I don't eat them anyway....hoofs, snout, tongue, ears, foreskin, et al....in those babies.
We seem to have traded weather.Raining cats and dogs here tonight, whatever that means...if it means raining like a SOB, they are the correct words to use....
Our forecast for today was 103 degrees and clear skies all day and all night. Clear? Well, it was until noon, then it clouded up (call it "mostly cloudy") and we only hit 93 degrees, but if you toss in the 61% humidity, the heat index then equals 109 degrees. I had to do some barn repairs (fix broken manager, fix cow stall gate, etc.) and there was so much sweat running in my eyes, I could barely see what I was doing. Coming back in the house didn't help any because it was 90 in here with the same humidity (= feels like 100).
