It is only 85° at 11:08am. Yet the heat index is 106°. The relative humidity is 84%, there is light drizzle and the sun is shining. I do not think I’ve ever seen a 20+ degree difference between the temperature and heat index before. Carry on.
It is the position of DOE that Americans should set their thermostats to whatever temperature they choose. It is the position of this American citizen that the Department of Energy (DOE) should be disassembled and abolished. Living in the real world, this American citizen understands that this will not happen any time soon. Therefore, this
This is hilarious. I tried to buy a gun at Walmart twice, and roadblocks left me empty-handed both times I encourage you to read the whole thing because it is laugh out loud funny how completely ignorant some people are. Pay particular attention to the “roadblocks,” otherwise know as rules. So this woman starts by
Those of a certain age will remember James J. Kilpatrick (1920-2010), a true political pundit (“learned man”) before the term came into popular use. He and Shana Alexandra were sparing partners on 60 Minutes, and that’s how he’s remembered. For years, though he wrote a syndicated column on English and English usage. I remember reading
Linkage coming right up.
I mentioned this has been an odd summer. No tomatoes due to f*&^ing deer. Very little yellow squash. Plumb forgot to plant okra. More eggplant than you can shake a stick at. Ditto zucchini. And then there are the bush beans. I have been growing bush beans for many more years than I care to
Holy moly. Here’s my excuse. I am quite certain many of you can identify with this situation. As you know, I spent considerable time and energy getting the apartment ready for the new tenant. In the process, I removed quite a bit of stuff (that’s the nice word). I sorted the stuff into two broad
One more batch and that will be the end of the lemon cucumbers. That’s always a sad day for me. But life, and gardens, move on.
From Powerline’s The Week in Pictures
Powerline’s The Week in pictures.
Purdy, ain’t it? Froze beans yesterday. That would be yesterday, August 15th. You are correct in thinking that ain’t right. Details to follow.
Thought I heard thunder. Checked RadarScope. Confirmed. All summers are odd but this has been particularly so.
124° seems a little over the top if you ask me. And yet… Plus… That’s a Wunderground station about six miles from the Farm. Let me also say that beyond the obvious of 11 degrees, 113, 124– what’s the difference?
and I gathered up my mallet and I went out there and wacked the weather station up side the head. Seemed to work. FYI: Atlas Stations are worthless pieces of s87t. I spent money so you don’t have to.
This is the 4501st post on this crappy old blog. Just FYI.
a tour of The Apartment! The new tenant, Dr. D, says he’s quite comfortable up there. Even appreciates the amenities of the bench and weights. Good call Daughter C & The J-Man! I’m just happy it’s over & done with.
We are cucumber rich. I used this phrase in a conversation with Joanie at SuperLu this morning. She laughed. (SuperLu is the grocery store SuperValu. The “Va” on the sign on the side of the building were burnt out for a long time, hence, SuperLu.) I may drop in with a small bag of cukes
If you’re reading this, could you tell me what the switches to the left of the sink in the apartment turn on? Can’t figure it out. Thanks!
SueK asked yesterday if I’d recovered from Drudge Work Monday. Today is Thursday, and no I have not. This is how exhausted I am. One day this week (??) I came down with a load of white cotton curtains that needed to be bleached and washed. So I started the machine, put the detergent in