ahhh the good old days, before tv, when Saturday night card games were common.
My parents played bridge with the doctor who delivered me, close friend of my Fathers, for almost 20 years.
They would all drink and smoke too much. The good doc's wife must have been the DD.
But he never had to worry about his driving after all, poor guy died from two bee stings
. Even with epi and rescue squad there relatively fast.
Always wondered how the hospital couldn't save him. Early 1960's.
I never played cards much, little skill, not a gambler.
Shower felt good, got all the fertilizer and insecticide spray off me. Pulled the water wagon behind the JD garden tractor.
Got the entire place done, all the potatoes and all the collards. I expect them to all look darker green tomorrow.
Used about 100 gallons in all. Neem oil, spinosad and concentrated fish and kelp extract. Bonus, no smell.
I only have to do this fertilizing once so nice to know next thing is harvest in June. Actually next thing for the potatoes is running
a bush hog over the stalks a few days before harvest. So now they are fed and coated with insecticide and that's about all I can do.
mowing and watering on tap for tomorrow after seeing arthritis doc,
who thankfully is about 14 minutes away, second floor of the hospital.
boy I'm pushing down on the throttle and just nothing is happening. Like I'm in limp home mode.
what a difference being off the steroids. Now everything is back to hurting.
tractor diesel and grease wash ready for the next adventure.
