It's time I sit down and type something, if only to push Ron Paul on down the page.
My cousin Pauline and her husband, Marvin, spent the night with us. They're on their way to St. Louis to a funeral. We had a nice visit, and they brought us some apples, huge sweet potatoes, cucumbers, eggs, and other goodies. These are people who do things like the Amish in a lot of ways: canning, juicing, preserving. Blight never troubles their tomatoes, and they are the winners in any battles with squash bugs.
Can you tell I'm jealous? Well, I envy their success, but you'd never find me putting all the effort into it that they do, so how can I be jealous?
My garden this year was almost a total failure and I had Cliff mow the main plot. It was that bad. Our early corn was good, and the cabbage and carrots. The tomato plants are taller than my head, but I haven't gotten as many tomatoes off a dozen plants as I would normally get off one plant. Seriously, I may totally swear off gardening again.
My daughter's ex-husband, Jerry, is having heart surgery today; one artery was 95% blocked. Prayers would be appreciated. We all care about Jerry.
Meanwhile, Cliff had his routine blood test Monday. His sugars are high for about the third time in a year; the nurse who called said he isn't diabetic, but he needs to watch his carbs, fats, and proteins. The doctor yelled at us about this not long ago. He wants Cliff to lose fifteen or so pounds because, as he put it, "If you go on like this, you will be diabetic!"
I think Max is taking a little more of Bonnie's milk, but I'm still getting about a gallon once a day, mostly from one back quarter.
This is a boring entry, I know. But it's the best I can do today.
By the way, it was 45 degrees this morning when we woke up. Winter is approaching!