Wayne and Chuck had to go Up North for business and the last I heard they dying from exposure somewhere near the New Madrid Fault line. I heard stories of Donner Party levels of exposure to the elements, their dogs huddling with them in cramped conditions while 50 degree arctic blasts swept round their hovel on the outskirts of St Louis. It sounded like Hell.
Happily for me, the house sitter, things in the Keys continue as normal, sweltering heat, local governments at loggerheads and the price of gold over $1500 an ounce. Chuck and Wayne, when they bother to come home at all, live in a mansion among palazzi on Sugarloaf Key but in order to keep up with the times they try to grow vegetables in their yard and they wanted me to keep watering them through the drought. Cheyenne party pooped pretty badly by staying out of the sun as I dealt with the withering garden.
Growing season for public buildings is in full flight in key West with the House of Brats controversy free wheeling along as the school district tries to build the world's biggest school while the city tries to figure out how to keep Godzilla in check. In the world of tomato and pepper plants the growing season, at the Boys' Palazzo is pretty much over. I dutifully watered, harvested enough tomatoes for another of my wife's famous tomato salads and rested from my labors.
The last few vegetables watered, I put the hose away, glad to see the impeccably organized Wayne has a faulty hose connector, amply provided for by a frying pan that I recognized as the kind of stop gap "repair" I would happily employ.
I am glad to able to report that when I checked the horizon from the top of the stairs (photo courtesy of Cheyenne) the Horace O'Bryant Mammoth School Building was hardly visible on the horizon some twenty miles to the west.
I am not fond of rocking chairs but the boys are so as Cheyenne and I took our ease I felt compelled to rock back and forth as I read the paper.
Cheyenne forced herself to take another nap and the afternoon ticked away. In a well regulated world gardening would never be this rugged.
Happily for me, the house sitter, things in the Keys continue as normal, sweltering heat, local governments at loggerheads and the price of gold over $1500 an ounce. Chuck and Wayne, when they bother to come home at all, live in a mansion among palazzi on Sugarloaf Key but in order to keep up with the times they try to grow vegetables in their yard and they wanted me to keep watering them through the drought. Cheyenne party pooped pretty badly by staying out of the sun as I dealt with the withering garden.
Growing season for public buildings is in full flight in key West with the House of Brats controversy free wheeling along as the school district tries to build the world's biggest school while the city tries to figure out how to keep Godzilla in check. In the world of tomato and pepper plants the growing season, at the Boys' Palazzo is pretty much over. I dutifully watered, harvested enough tomatoes for another of my wife's famous tomato salads and rested from my labors.The last few vegetables watered, I put the hose away, glad to see the impeccably organized Wayne has a faulty hose connector, amply provided for by a frying pan that I recognized as the kind of stop gap "repair" I would happily employ.I am glad to able to report that when I checked the horizon from the top of the stairs (photo courtesy of Cheyenne) the Horace O'Bryant Mammoth School Building was hardly visible on the horizon some twenty miles to the west.I am not fond of rocking chairs but the boys are so as Cheyenne and I took our ease I felt compelled to rock back and forth as I read the paper.Cheyenne forced herself to take another nap and the afternoon ticked away. In a well regulated world gardening would never be this rugged.
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Lookin good. The weather up here has really shaped up in the last couple of weeks and I can finally stop telling you to be quiet about your 'cold' weather problems. Hope you're loving every minute of it.
Brady
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Yes well if I lived in the mountains and had a brand new Kawasaki 1400 zip bike I'd probably be pretty chuffed too. All Ihave is a Bonneville and long straight flat roads. And only one road at that.
Don't worry about me, I'm fine.
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