Onions; Mozart; Stuff; King Lear; Food; Lobster; DNA; Dogs

The sun! The sun!  No rain today.  I planted my fourth tomato plant in a giant pot today.  I still have some pepper plants and flower plants from my daughter, Diane.  My onion sets are about ready for me to pick as table onions.  I still have some store-bought ones, so I will finish them up and then feast on mine, that will prove to be much tastier, I'm sure.

Music in my head:  Mozart still.  But not from today's Opera on FM, which was "The Abduction from the Seraglio."  Even though the music is wonderful and the soprano arias magnificent, I don't carry the tunes with me.  Maybe I just don't know the music enough.   I really do like the famous dance music though... you know, in the movie Amadeus, when dancing was prohibited by edict, Mozart had his Seraglio players fill the dancing scene with silence, until the boss relented.

Get your act together, Joe!

Today, I figured out how many containers I need to hold all of my remaining junk.. i.e., the stuff that I have to keep in order to continue to be human.  I need 15 large (box-size) containers, 8 medium sized containers, and 29 folders. Now, I can go through my mountain of boxes, sort the items and throw away what I don't need.  I know... 52 containers of "stuff" is still a lot.  I agree, but remember King Lear.

Supper tonite.

I have to cut this blog entry short because Elaine says she is hungry. Since she can't eat anything with garlic on it, I will cook tonight.  Fresh corn.. just in from somewhere.. I'd like to know where.  Maybe Florida or California?  But I didn't think they grew corn in those states.  Also, I will bake a couple potatoes and.... oh oh... I forgot the fish when I was at the store.  However, I have plenty of Tilapia laying around in our big freezer.  Also, at the store, I bought Lobster Sliders... they look like little hamburgers like Wimpy likes.  The ingredients do not list garlic, so, hopefully, Elaine will not get sick.

Carrying DNA a bit too Far

The Week Magazine reports that a New Hampshire apartment complex requires dog owners to submit a DNA sample from their pet, so that any unscooped poop can be traced.  Why didn't the apartment owners just buy each tenant one of those automated poop scoopers that the brother of TV's Monk sells?

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Gotta go... bye!