Well..., our guests have departed..., and it is looking like they took the nice sunny summer weather with them..., though they did leave a couple of nice ones behind..., so they could make a clean and lengthy getaway 😀 But The Weather Channel shows nothing but rain for the next ten days..., not quite the Monsoons just yet..., but certainly not sunny summer weather.
Charley Horse was the only one happy to see them gone..., he was shunted off to The Barnyard Pasture so the driveway gate could be left open. I swear that Logan shed a tear or two when Baja barked goodbye.
Dave and Jenelle were the best of guests..., they never interfered with my chores..., Dave is shooting the video as Jenelle is coming out of the motor home..., and I am coming out of The Barnyard with the wheel barrow after depositing the horse manure and leaves on the compost pile in The Garden..., and Charlie did insist on checking things out before returning to exile. I also managed to climb the ladder and scrape all the apples that I could reach with the rake in hopes that I could deter Charlie from engaging in his penchant for over indulgence in apple gobbling when he can get to them before I can clean them up after a wind storm.
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| Trying to stay ahead of Charley Horse |
I also managed to get the rest of Potatoes plucked..., and while there weren't any giant Fingerlings..., there were enough seed quality ones. The good thing about them is all the eyes that they have to develop sprouts from each spud. The Yukons tend to just sprout from one end..., so you need lots of seed potatoes from them.
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| About half this batch will be saved for seed potatoes. |
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| Probably half this batch too. |
So..., I guess we are about as ready as we can be for the end of summer..., and the wet weather might serve as a good excuse to stay inside and watch The Mariners in there first playoffs in some twenty years..., and The Seahawks are looking like they could be a contender this year as well..., and I better move on and not forget to offer up a Friday Nite Music Video..., like I did last week 😢 This one from James McMurtry off his new Black Dog and Wandering Boy album deals with getting old..., something I am quite familiar with..., here's "South Texas Lawman"...,
"South Texas Lawman"
South Texas lawman, he brings 'em back alive
He hunts quail from horseback and he cheats on both his wives
One in Rio Bravo, one in Raymondville
He's never been to Houston, and he doubts he ever will
South Texas lawman, old time in his ways
He wore the cinco peso, and it dogged him through his days
The hours were long and lonesome, the paperwork's a bitch
His years are empty bottles now, tossed off in the ditch
I used to be young
I used to understand
I used to be strong as any man
I used to be bold
Nobody bothered me
And I can't stand getting old, it don't fit me
It don't fit me
South Texas lawman, the work just ain't the same
Used to you could clock 'em good if they called you any names
Now he's up on charges for showin' 'em who's the boss
He reckons after Vietnam we must've all gone soft
I used to be young
I used to understand
I used to be strong as any man
South Texas lawman, sittin' on the beach
South of Port Aransas, alone and out of reach
Cellphone in the pickup, gun-belt in the sand
Lookin' past the breakers, half pint in his hand
Kayak through the breakers, to brave the silent sea
Cinderblock and a ski-rope coiled beneath his knees
Cellphone in the pickup, gun-belt in the sand
Naked in the moonlight, sidearm in his hand
Out past the second sand bar and on out towards the rigs
There's things out deep you seldom see
Some of them get mighty big
I used to be young
I used to understand
I used to be strong as any man
I used to be tough
Nobody bothered me
Now I've had about enough, this don't suit me
It don't suit me
I used to be bold
Nobody bothered me
And I can't stand getting old, it don't fit me
It don't fit me
He hunts quail from horseback and he cheats on both his wives
One in Rio Bravo, one in Raymondville
He's never been to Houston, and he doubts he ever will
South Texas lawman, old time in his ways
He wore the cinco peso, and it dogged him through his days
The hours were long and lonesome, the paperwork's a bitch
His years are empty bottles now, tossed off in the ditch
I used to be young
I used to understand
I used to be strong as any man
I used to be bold
Nobody bothered me
And I can't stand getting old, it don't fit me
It don't fit me
South Texas lawman, the work just ain't the same
Used to you could clock 'em good if they called you any names
Now he's up on charges for showin' 'em who's the boss
He reckons after Vietnam we must've all gone soft
I used to be young
I used to understand
I used to be strong as any man
South Texas lawman, sittin' on the beach
South of Port Aransas, alone and out of reach
Cellphone in the pickup, gun-belt in the sand
Lookin' past the breakers, half pint in his hand
Kayak through the breakers, to brave the silent sea
Cinderblock and a ski-rope coiled beneath his knees
Cellphone in the pickup, gun-belt in the sand
Naked in the moonlight, sidearm in his hand
Out past the second sand bar and on out towards the rigs
There's things out deep you seldom see
Some of them get mighty big
I used to be young
I used to understand
I used to be strong as any man
I used to be tough
Nobody bothered me
Now I've had about enough, this don't suit me
It don't suit me
I used to be bold
Nobody bothered me
And I can't stand getting old, it don't fit me
It don't fit me
