Tuesday, April 14, 2015

hey mister, you're drinking a candle

It is so windy outside right now, and I'm just getting angrier and angrier as I sit here listening to it.  So I guess you got my attention, wind, good for you.  I guess negative attention is still attention, right?  Jerk.  

I planted four tomato plants on Saturday, right up next to my house, and I'm predicting BUCKETLOADS of tomatoes this summer, as long as there isn't so little water that all the plants die and we have to hermetically seal our doors and windows to prevent the dry desert air from mummifying us in our sleep.  I think I'll buy two or three more plants and then I will regret it because too many tomatoes.  Maybe.  

Last week was spring break and we sat around and watched lots of Chopped and Iron Chef, and we visited some friends and the kids played laser tag, and we watched Night at the Museum Whatever the Third One is Called, and then on Saturday we had a sandwich-making competition and I successfully argued that my creation was, in fact, a sandwich.  It was an open-faced sandwich of French toast, sliced bananas, vanilla pudding, and whipped cream, and it was delicious.  

I found a hardcover copy of The Poisonwood Bible for $2 yesterday at the D.I., yay for me.  I find the best books at the D.I.  There was a copy of The Deathly Hallows there, but I thought I'd already bought a second copy of that, and now I see that I haven't, so I'll have to go back and snag it before some other nerd beats me to it.  

Our chickens are finally all laying eggs, so there are some days when we get six eggs at once.  It's been a long time, brothers and sisters.  I used to be so excited about my chickens, and so excited about my goats, and now they just make me tired.  I'm not cut out to be a pretend farmer.  Maybe in the End Times, when there's nothing more interesting to do and we can't drive anymore because the oil is all gone, maybe then I'll be a good homesteader.  


Unknown said...

Ugh I am also angry at the wind today and the fact that it's going to be 40F when I wake up tomorrow. Can't risk tomato planting here yet.