Hat in the ring

Picking tomatoes. That came as a surprise since all I was seeing were small green ones. I happened to bend over to pick a weed that was peaking out from one of the tomato bushes and spotted just a bit of red color in the center of the plant. Sure enough it was a ripe tomato and there were half a dozen others deep in the interior of the shrubbery. Normally the foliage is not that dense but for whatever reason, this season is different. So now we have all the salad ingredients together – lettuce, green pepper, and tomatoes. The other surprise this AM was some of the celery seeds that I planted a couple of weeks ago germinated overnight. I had pretty much given up on them. I’m happy about this development since I read in one of the catalogs that the right way to harvest celery is a stalk at a time rather than cutting the whole plant. Apparently this way the plant just keep producing new stalks and you can get by with fewer plants. I’m probably 3 months away from having that situation.

Ever wonder what happens when your Roomba mixes it up with a ball of yarn and a crochet project? The yarn wins.

I’m thinking about throwing my hat in the ring for the 2020 presidential race. I have a one item platform that I think is a real winner. I’m going to change the dates of certain holidays so that they always occur on Sunday. So Christmas day and New Years day will not have a fixed date but rather be the last Sunday in December and the first Sunday in January respectively. Perhaps reposition Thanksgiving to the last Sunday in November. Easter is ok – always Sunday. I noticed that the way it is now, you totally lose track of the days of the week and that it takes a while to reset your head around the calendar. I thought it was just me – aging and all – but I’ve heard the same from people of all age groups and disciplines. Total strangers I meet on the beach invariably mention that they’re having a hard time keeping track of what day it is. It might be that you mentally hook big dinner events with Sunday meals when you were a kid. If New Year’s eve was on Saturday, by Monday you would be totally recovered. Ditto Christmas. I’m guessing that the gain in productivity would more than pay for having to redo calendars. Like today. It’s Wednesday (I think) and there’s a college football game on the tube this afternoon. College games mean Saturday; pro games mean Sunday.

Something has changed and we no longer get ABC on the TV. Whatever! We watch very little on ABC but it just so happened that the Alabama – Michigan Bowl game was broadcast on ABC and I really wanted to watch that game. Sounds like a sports bar brewery would solve the problem – i.e. Persimmon Hollow. Not really a sport bar but they do have a couple TV’s going and usually tuned to sports events. I had forgotten that when we were there for the bingo game I tried a new brew – cranberry creme and only noticed it after ordering our standards. We had plenty of time and finished up with the cranberry, my new favorite.

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