I had a nasty little head cold that seems to be wrapping itself up finally. This time I went with Qin Chiao and Zicam. I got the sore throat on Tuesday, naturally the DAY AFTER I gave blood so I had to call the blood bank and tell them that particular pint might not have been my best work. Then I spiraled downward Wednesday and Thursday. Spent Friday down there and started working my way out on Saturday. I’m not 100% but I’m almost out of the web. Friday was the funeral for our friend. I don’t believe there is much worse that watching a 22 year old kid get up in a chapel and say she’s going to miss her Daddy. I wish I had put something together. As it turned out, no one spoke for the title plant. Of course the title plant sat together in the back. And went through a lot of Kleenex. Between the cold and service I’m sure I was covered in snot and tears. Friday was a rough day. I left Old Republic in 1998. They brought in a new plant manager who was such an idiot that I just couldn’t abide by that guy. He was that special kind of corporate brownnoser that I so respect. I spent the next 10 years having a great career until I ran into the Amateur Manager. But we all pick back up like it was yesterday. I had lunch with a couple of the guys afterward. We just don’t miss a beat.
In other news, Bubba has blown his coat again. He looks like an alien species.
He had a run of antibiotics for the abscess on his manhood. I don’t know if that was a contributing factor. I can’t remember how much I said about that, but he had something on his boyness. The interns poked and prodded and squeezed and ultimately got a needle and aspirated it. I stood over him repeating “I’m sorry little man”. Little Bubba took it like a champ. They gave me a run of antibiotics and it’s finally gone.
And in spite of lots of advice in the contrary, I planted peet pots and put tomatoes, jalapeños, habañeros and some of Rudy’s peppers in there. Rudy’s seeds were 2 years old, but I got lucky and they sprouted anyway. Everything came up except two of Rudy’s, so I’ve got four of them, 7 tomatoes, 2 jalapeños, and a habañero.
I’ve built a 4X4 raised bed for the peppers so that the soil will stay warmer. They’ll go into the ground in the next couple of days depending on rain. Somebody left a half of a squirrel on the back 40. I discovered him yesterday. I’m hoping the bird circling the yard really was a vulture and took care of the rest. If not, I guess I have to bury half a squirrel later on today. I don’t know who introduced him to his maker. Rita got back there twice last week, but wouldn’t even pretend to venture back there yesterday when the gate was wide open. I can’t’ imagine she wouldn’t have brought her prey back to me, but who knows with that dog. She’s kind of sociopathic at times. An owl or a bird of prey could have introduced him to his maker too. That’s actually the way I’d like things to work around here.