Because I went to bed so early, I woke up at 4:30 a.m. on
Saturday. It was dark and rainy outside, BTW. So, I putzed a while. Finally, I
ate some soft-boiled eggs, shaved, showered and headed out for the morning
appointments and errands.
First was my massage and then a haircut. Next was Kroger’s
to pick up a few things I was out of. Finally, I pulled into Aco and bought
some orange and black spray paint, for the Halloween pumpkin cutout I want to
make from the scrap wood. I had to laugh because the checkout lady said “Orange
and black? This must be for Halloween!” I said “Yeah, gonna paint my dog.” She looked
at me like I was crazy. I made it back home and had the cats treated by 11:00
a.m.
I changed clothes and went out back to get a shovel to plant
the mums. I checked the gauge and was surprised to see I picked up yet another
inch or rain overnight.
Since the ground was obviously saturated, I took the time to
rake, seed and cover with straw more of the “lane,” from the front of the shed
to the rise in the lawn. I could have (maybe should have) done more but since I
have to water all this seed until and after it sprouts, I decided that was
about the max I could water each night. I took some photos for you.
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On a whim, (I often do things on a whim) I walked over to
the raised bed vegetable garden, hoping to check out the new peas. But, WTF!
“Something” had chewed the shit out of more of my semi-ripened big tomatoes. My
cursing attracted the notice of my neighbor Rick, who came over to see what I
was so p*ssed about. We talked it over (well, maybe he talked me down) and he
suggested he set one of his live traps in my yard. He checked and NONE of his
tomatoes were touched. What ever it is (I have squirrels, skunks, and
woodchucks that I know of. I haven’t seen the rabbits that were here when I
moved in for years.) seems to be unable to climb the fence to his property.
I agreed to the live trap, but I gotta tell ya, whatever is
doing this is going to die! They don’t know who they are messing with! I want
my BLTS!!!
If the live trap doesn’t work, I will set up a hide (if
you’re a sniper) or a blind (if you’re a hunter) and blow them to hell! You
don’t mess with my BLTS, DAMMIT!
After I calmed down, I took in all the “pink” big tomatoes
(I’ll let them ripen inside, though they don’t taste as good) and a couple of big
green ones.
Then I went out front and planted the mums.
Back inside, it was just after 2:00 a.m. and I was hungry. I
think I forgot to mention this, but my Facilities friend Michelle had brought
me in some Jambalaya her husband made on Thursday.
So, I set up a breading station: A/P flour, eggs and a
splash of milk and, finally, equal parts of A/P flour and yellow corn meal. I sliced
up the big green tomatoes.
Then I fried up some GREAT fried green tomatoes. I ate that
with the warmed up Jambalaya for an excellent lunch/dinner (way too late for brunch
so maybe linner?)
I took a long break then. It was maybe a nap. I dunno… I was
asleep…
When my break was over, I went out into the garage again. I
took the barometer stand and started to sand it on the sawhorses and my old
friend, the birch-faced board. I started with 100 grit and then switched to
250.
When I was finished, I set it aside to let it completely dry
out and then cut out my pumpkin from the birch-board plywood.
I did the eyes, mouth and eyebrows first and then did the
rest of the pumpkin body. I sanded all the edges and then flipped the pumpkin
cutout over on its back. I put the eyes, mouth and eyebrows on the back and
then spray painted them flat black.
I put the painted pieces here and there to dry and took the
sawhorses and the pumpkin cutout inside. I shut the garage door on the oncoming
gloom and went inside for the evening.
I watched the first episode of “The Wire,” thanks to Jake
and Carla. I would like to say it was excellent, but I’m afraid to become one of
the many zombies who are fascinated by “Breaking Bad” and “The Wire.”
Be that as it may, when it was over, I went to bed.









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