The Origin of the Species or day 36..

Time for the deep discussion about the origin of the species. Tough topic to discuss, you never quite know who might read your blog. Just the other day somebody from Perth, Australia “liked” my blog! Wow, so much for writing for me, an audience as it were. DW upon hearing that I dreamed up tonights blog while driving to work, said I was deep. Hmm, good thing, I asked? She said that I was me. Ok, I can roll with that. Enough fluff, on with the words..

The origin of the Lime Guy species. You did not think I had insight into where mankind came from, did you? Please, there are a dozen people on the street corners in all the major city’s willing to tell you that. No, this is the where, did the Lime Guy moniker come from. Well boys and girls, everybody get comfortable around the glowing computer screen, Uncle Lime Guy is going to tell you a story.

The story takes place in a small, slightly rural (at the time) town in Southern New Jersey, not far from Long Beach Island. There in this small town live many hard-working families. Some, found work in the local business, some, like our hero, traveled great distances each day in the dark of night for their employment. Shhh, quiet down, you won’t be able to hear the story.  As I was saying, our hero was a daily traveler to a distant land know as Philadelphia. This great city was actually in a different state, across a great river that could only be crossed by paying the trolls three dollars each day.   Our hero worked in the Philadelphia Fish market each day from three am to noon time. Then he would travel back across the big bridge (for free when leaving Philadelphia) and travel through the woods back to his small home and family near the ocean.

As was tradition in this town, and many other towns, Friday was the day to travel to the local beer, wine and spirits store. This local merchant started selling a fine imported beer from Mexico called Corona, yes the one in the clear bottle. It has been around for quite some time.  Each bottle of Corona was destined to have a slice of lime (yes, the green-skinned, slightly sour fruit) inserted into it before our hero would consume it. Now the local merchant had no idea where to procure the special limes needed for this beverage. This is where the Lime Guy got his name.

Our hero suggested that he bring limes back each week from the big city and sell them to the merchant, ensuring that all the customers could have limes in their Corona.  Hands were shaken and commerce commenced. As the children of the Lime Guy got older, they would occasionally travel to the merchant and help their father deliver the limes. As each child was introduced to the staff they were also given names like Junior Lime Guy, Mini Lime Guy and Junior Lemon. By this time the Lime Guy had added lemons to the items he delivered. Now and then the wife of the Lime Guy would need to make the delivery due to sickness or other reasons. She became know as Mrs. Lime Guy.

So that boys and girls, is the Origin of the Species. 

I hoped you like the story, embellished, but every word is true.   Oh, and the car is dead. Transmission needs rebuilding. Between 1500 – 1800 dollars. The car only cost 800.00. Off to the junkyard tomorrow.

Today’s picture is from our party last night for DS1. He was twenty-three on July 28. Enjoy!

DS1 birthday, 23 years old

Drive (35 th day) me crazy, Monday…

Catchy opening lines are important to attract and retain readers. So says Word Press. Hmmm. I’m writing for me (sometimes). Ok, the good, I picked a five gallon bucket of tomatoes and cucumbers last night before the mosquitos finished me off. We ground up the Roma tomatoes and some of the blemished larger tomatoes and put three gallons of tomato puree in the freezer. This will come back to life this winter as tomato gravy. No picking tonight, I got home late and there is a thunderstorm brewing.

The bad, I had it out with DS1 about college financing tonight, again. I think he might finally get it.  Some times I feel like the lone apostle of common sense in this crazy world. Sorry, I just had to vent a little. No real details are necessary. If you have children and they survive to college age without you eating them (joke), then you will understand.

Ah, you have been waiting for it…wait for it…wait for it, the ugly. Seems that DS3 had his first day in about two weeks today. He was looking a little like what the cat dragged in, so a day off was in order. He drives (drove) a 1991 Ford Taurus station wagon. 136,xxx miles, some small issues. It did start and stop. It was the perfect, cheap car to drive from home to the high school and back for senior year. Round trip, about eight miles. Well, today, he and his buddy, decided to drive the car to the Freehold Mall. It’s about sixty miles each way.  You can guess that the car has not yet made it home.  I left work at 5 pm, drove south on the GSP and got off at my exit and just by chance while sitting at the light about to enter the development, I looked at my phone. A text! Wahoo, my favorite.

Not this text, the message read that the kids went to the Freehold Mall and now the car is dead in Lakewood. Ah, Lakewood is about 30 miles north of where I read the message, not really to far from where I work. I was unhappy, it was a really good thing that nobody was in the car for the next 30 minutes while I drove back north to rescue the boys.  I found them in a gas station, red transmission fluid covering the ground under the car. I quick assessment and I called Allstate towing. They towed the car to a local transmission shop. I had DS3 remove anything of value from the car since if the repair is much money, the car goes to the junk yard. DS3 is not allowed a car at college and we were going to try to sell it this month before he goes back to school. Now he is without transportation for the next 26 days until school starts.

I guess that scenario is worst case. DS3 said they hit a pot hole and then the car started shifting poorly and smoke was coming out from under the hood. They got the car off the road into the gas station where I found them.  Best case would be a minor repair, not seeming likely to me. Stay tuned, tomorrow we will know.  So, no lacrosse tonight. Maybe a beer or two to settle down. Tomorrow is another day and they are both safe and sound in their homes tonight. Things can be replaced, right?

Picture time, here are some of the vegetables I picked last night sitting on the table, drying after they got a good bath.

Vegetables from the garden