springishness

I watched "Friday the 13th" on american movie classics yesterday. Maybe it was the fact that they edited out the goriest parts, or the commercial interruptions - but I can't see why I was so terrified in 1980 when I watched that for the first time! I had just been given my first digital watch (LCD of course) for my birthday and I kept clicking on the light button to check the time ("aweseom!") hoping the movie would end soon. I told this to my son as we watched and he said something like: "Dad, maybe you were just retarded." Thanks, Tyler.

At work on Thursday, we celebrated the centennial. The PR office did a decent job of putting it together -- they even encouraged people to wear period dress. So, you should have seen me... no, just kidding. I just can't participate fully in stuff like that, it feels like I am lying, or in theater or something. (A discomfort I have with theater is that the whole thing is a form of lying to the audience.)

This has been one awesome kick-in-the-pants spring, garden-wise. It seems like I am getting everything in just before the next rain, etc. I took 25 feet off the south end of the garden and planted grass and fruit trees. Some day, when I sell this house, I think a few more fruit trees would encourage a faster sale, and not such a freakishly large garden. Concentrating on a smaller garden would probably improve the quality of the operation. Weeding and tilling a 70'x100' garden seemed more like a chore sometimes. Pared down to 70'x55', I could keep it respectable longer.

We've had a cool spring, so I refrained from planting corn early, in fact I just did it last week. All the early birds who planted in April are re-planting this month.