My Garden
Thanks to my daughter, Diane, I have two pots of flowering petunias, two large healthy looking green pepper plants, three healthy jumbo tomato plants, a midget tomato plant with yellow flowers already, plus two pots with unknown flower plants. I think that this may be all of the pots I will have planted this year.
Meanwhile, I still have three "earthboxes" to fill with something, and one with onion sets burgeoning. Elaine can't stand table onions, but I love them and pluck them to chew on whenever I know that she will not be close by to be disgusted with my "onion breath."
Garlic
Elaine now has a "garlic allergy," and we have to be very careful to learn if anything she is going to eat has even a snippet of garlic rubbed on it or contained in it. This week, I have been inventorying all of our pantry food and learning what she cannot eat. When we bought most of our pantry supplies she did not have this damned allergy.
In doing my inventory, I have found lots of food that has been around for a while. I threw away some of it, but I will have to make decisions on what is contained in cans.
Wasps
A couple of days ago, I got a bit tired of gardening and moved over to sit on a deck chair. Suddenly, it felt like somebody stabbed me in the right calf. I jumped up and was surrounded by wasps who were not too happy with me. They had begun to build a nest under the chair and did not like to be disturbed. I was lucky.. besides the leg sting, they only got me on one of my fingers.
As a "closet Buddhist" I seriously hate to kill any living creature. If I see a bug or fly in the house, I will take all the time necessary to get it to leave, rather than kill it. (How the hell would you like it if some giant insect swatted you?) However, with wasps, times are different. Somehow, they had to go.
I tipped over the chair with a long pole, but the tenacious bastards did not move on. So, I hated to do it, but I got out the wasp killing spray can and squirted them. I hope they get the message that they are not wanted here.
And now for my random notes:
Religion
Martin Luther is quoted a lot. Here is one I like.
"Man findet immer Maeusedreck unter dem Pfeffer."
(One always finds mouse droppings mixed with the pepper.)
Old Brother Martin related this to Christians that he knew who did not act kindly, as all Christians should do.
But I relate it more closely to hypocrisy. This is why I stopped my involvement (such as it was) with the First Baptist Church in New Bedford. I've probably talked about this in earlier blogs so I won't go into it here. The main hypocrites in my view were two of the preachers and a deacon. The preachers were con-men and one was a lecher. The deacon thought he was a Catholic in confession every week when he came up to the altar to confess sins... and get on the schedule for the next baptism.
Kale
After doing each Sunday puzzle in the New York Times, I like to read the comments on the puzzle in Rex Parker's website. I was amused by a comment by someone who calls herself chefwen:
"Add coconut oil to the pan when cooking kale; it makes it easier to scrape into the trash."
But I can't do that, because I love kale... as least the kale in Portuguese Kale Soup. I've written about this many times before. One Sunday, my late wife made a big pot of the soup. My daughter, Elizabeth, ate a lot and afterwards told her mother, "That soup was great, except for the green stuff!."
Boomerang
Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me reports that a man was nagged so much by his wife that he robbed a bank so that he could go to jail and get away from her. Guess what? The judges sentenced him to six months "house arrest!"
Turtle Eggs?
Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me also reports that a middle-aged man was attacked by a large bird while he was laying in the sand at a nude beach. The bird bit off and flew away with his gonads. He was immediately heard swearing at the bird in a high soprano voice.
Hoarder's Solution
I received an ad from some company named FC&A. I must have thrown away the bulk of the ad and saved a page on which someone named Patricia B. told how a chapter in From Overwhelmed to Organized changed her life. She mentions what the book told her to do to get rid of clothing cluster, and it looks like something that Elaine and I should do.
Take every piece of clothing out of each closet and separate each into one of five piles:
1. Keep 2. Toss 3. Donate 4. Sell 5. Pass on.
I like it! Maybe I can follow it for all the other junk I have accumulated.
El Presidente
I've heard that toilet paper with Mr. Trump's picture on it is being sold in Mexico.
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David Remnick writes in this week's New Yorker magazine:
"Donald Trump is not forever. Sometimes it just seems that way."
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