Summer time is garden time..

Tomatoes and cucumbers are the main crop again this summer. We had two yellow squash and then some insect that boars into the stem killed the squash plants. They also killed two of the pumpkin plants. The melon plants, no fruit so far again this year.  They never seem to produce in my yard.  The tomatoes have been ground up and frozen for the most part. The cucumbers have been pickled, eaten raw and given away.  I need to go out and pick tomatoes again tonight or tomorrow. There are lots of red “things” mixed in with the green leaves in the garden.

Other summer happenings include my DW and I going to the Tuckahoe Inn in Beasley’s Point, NJ to see Scott Kirby play. Scott is one of our favorites. We try to catch his shows when he is on the road in the summer time. During the winter he can be found at the Smokin’ Tuna Saloon in Key West, Florida.  Here is a link to the pictures I shot last night. I also shot a video of one of the songs and posted that song on You Tube.  We had great time even getting up to dance to two songs. We probably would have danced more, but I was concerned about leaving my camera at the table unattended. He will be back in New Jersey in August.  We are already planning on going to that show.

DS1 continues to work. He has found some friends that he is supposed to be moving into an apartment with in mid September. The apartment is closer to his current job and closer to Philadelphia (should he be looking to change jobs).  DS2 has returned from his week’s vacation in North Carolina with his girl friend’s family. He had a good time and learned how challenging a ten-year old child can be. DS3 is continuing to work in the landscaping business this summer. The  two college boys are looking forward to returning to school (and getting out of the house..).

Saturday we are planning to go to Annapolis for the day to see the Chesapeake Bayhawks  professional lacrosse game.  There is too much going on to stay the night (and the extra cost).

Here are a few pictures from the last week.  Enjoy, and thanks for reading!

Namaste

Oh Brother, Where art thou?

This was the title of a movie released in 2000 set in the 1930’s Deep South.   That is according to the IMDb website. I have never seen the movie. The title is also appropriate to the bike ride my brother the weatherman and I did on Sunday, July 28, 2013.  We rode in the Harlem Valley Rail Ride 2013. The ride started and ended in Millerton, NY. Millerton is about 200 miles from where I live down the Jersey Shore.  Sunday morning, at 5 am, I drove to North Jersey and put my bike on the weatherman’s car and threw my gear in the backseat. He drove the other half of the ride to Millerton.

The ride had several choices for bike riders. 25, 50, 75 and 100 miles. Each of these rides had increasing difficulty due to elevation changes on the routes. I looked at the description of each of the rides and decided that I was not in good enough shape for any of the rides. Then listed on the bottom of the webpage, as an almost after thought note, that a 40 mile ride would be available with “no significant elevation changes”  I figured, I should be able to push myself to 40 miles. My longest ride for the summer was 36 miles. What is another 5 or so miles?

We found out what elevation changes are considered “insignificant” over a 41 mile ride. Notice the extra mile that crept in there?  The ride had many insignificant elevation changes that added up to 1040 feet of elevation gain. I was pretty beat by the end of the ride. Between miles 27 and 31 we rode through a torrential downpour. When it rains like that and you are on your bike, you just put your head down and ride. Set a pace and try to avoid the bigger puddles. After the ride they had a festival where you could eat all you want from the county BBQ that was set up. The local VFW had a beer truck set up selling beer to benefit the Wounded Warrior Project.  The food was good and the beer was cold. Just what was needed after chasing my brother though the “valley” around Millerton.

I walked a few of the hills, it was all I could do. He rode them all. I got to the top of a few of the hills and he had ridden on ahead. I eventually caught up to him each time. I think he would have finished the ride 30 minutes sooner if he had not peddled slowly waiting for me. Thanks for waiting for me!

He shot some pictures on his cell as we rode. I will add them to the bottom and caption them as necessary.  Thanks for reading!

Namaste

 

 

Creepy Deams follow up..

My cousin submitted the following comment last week in response to the original Creepy Dreams blog post.  She is and always will be, an optimist. I like her interpretation, hopefully it’s her words to God’s ears (as they say).

Thank you for the comment and sharing that time in the fish market with me.

Namaste

 

Submitted on 2013/07/23 at 11:29 pm

….I am not even going to pretend to be an expert on dreams, but since I walked those floors in Philadelphia for one of your 13 years, well, here goes. Barefoot in a 1/4 inch of that cold slimy water… nails on top of the good crab meat!  I would venture to say that you are happy and secure in your current line of work and that you do not regret leaving the fish business behind one bit.  The people that you valued treated you with respect (leaving you in charge) and those that you never really saw eye-to-eye with, well, they haven’t changed (limp handshake but will fix it when directed to do so).  Lack of supplies (pencils, price lists) understandable since YOU had not been there to make sure essential items were in place. …my two cents.  Good night!