LOL, it is like a hurricane out there right now.... only gusts up to 65mph, but dang unpleasant! It is supposed to stop blowing wind tomorrow, so it is close
very close
Chris, do ya'll . . . eg. Austin kinda or Central Texas used to have, what we called "rain season." It rained, often flooded, for days and hard, in like May/June and again in September/October. Like Buffalo, NY has a "snow season" and it's usually called, "most of the year" and so like you guys got "high wind season"?
Funny story. A friend from Austin and I were visiting another friend around Las Cruces, N.M. Other friend was pregnant, taught school, they had a break for that week . . . we ran out of stuff to do after plundering around in the Gila Nat'l Forest, so my buddy from Austin gets this idea, "Let's go down to Mexico for the day. Annie speaks Spanish." Okay. Then she says, "But let's not go conventional. Not Ciudad Juarez or Nogales." So, we got lost in Las Palomas, New Mexico . . . but on rural road, keep going South, will find the border. We did. Judy, pregnant friend, was cussing and handing out bandanas. "What? Ya think these things were invented for Willie to hold his hair out of his eyes?" And Chris, in that walk from car to border entry point, the sand
cut us! Wind was whipping like mofo, and border guards got on face bandanas too, both sets, and both were rude. "Pechos muchos." That was the Mex. border guard to Judy, pregnant one. They looked at me; I wasn't opening my mouth to translate for sand, got into that dip-town, 12 year old prostitutes walking sand street, wind howling slamming sand, and dangit Joanie wants to SHOP?! I just want to turn
around, lowrider vans, circling the prostitutes, calling them viejas or old women.
Hmm. And then I pushed Judy, the pregnant one, from under a Corona sign as it fell. I saw it swinging above, not exactly sidewalk, "acera," my ass, just sand, part of the road. We went in to rink-dink tourist shop, lousiest one ever seen, got Joanie,
got out of there! She thought it was funny. NOT. Shortest amount of time ever spent out of this country. Said winds were at 70 mph. We gave Joanie pure hell for that stupid suggestion. Took several washings for me to get sand out of . . . some embedded in skin! From that moment on, Joanie couldn't suggest an idea to anybody.
I told everybody, so, "We don't care if it's a cure for cancer! HUSH!" My one and only experience with high winds. And sand. Aside from looming tropical storm/hurricane hitting Dominican Republic but at least I could get out of it, some. I just can't imagine your 65 mph, but in a way, I love the song, "They Call the Wind, Maria." This is for you, Chris:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oKwYrvxjOEY
But on the bright side, if any wind continues to blow, ya gonna have some strong stems! I'm just curious about your weather, as not familiar with anything south of San Diego or east of there.
My garden looks hilarious! Little wheat grass coming up everywhere! I COATED, DEEP, in straw last year and will do so again. Nary a weed, held moisture, less watering, no weeds, was NICE! I figure that's just some green manure, turning it under. Not yet. We got a Canadian cold front coming in this weekend, lows in 30's. Plants going from greenhouse to my Subbie Outback.
Great sounding dinner, mental note I learned long ago … “you can’t make too many tostones,” lol. They will certainly all be eaten and it sounds like Mom & Dad loved your cooking and as long as Mom & Dad are happy, everyone’s happy … that’s the important thing!
Holy forest of peppers … I love that second shot, really looks like there are zillions
Also the “Money Plants” in honor of abula, that kicks azz for sure. Hope you don’t have to keep hauling them out and in, that you get dem in the ground soon and be done with it, yea right, hehe. Hope you have a great week and feel better
You make me feel better, Ramon
! Always do. Very upful, positive vibe, querido!
As told you, gonna have to stick maters in Outback, seats down over weekend at night, dang cold front. Got no clue why even potting them up into peat pots, aside from not wanting to give those nice plastic REUSABLE, pots away. But that's on agenda for today. I so meant to get shots of the meal, as I tricked my parents--I put the entire Carib Red de-seeded in marinade. With some brown sugar. They never noticed. My father called last night about how to make tostones. Then handed the phone to my mother! I bet they eat them all summer and I never get a bite
lol! Which is fine, will make some all summer for here. You just don't understand how
opposed my father is to anything new, so to please him feels WONDERFUL, since at heart, am a Daddy's Girl
. Worse "azz" beating I ever got don't remember. I was 2 and wanted to go with Daddy to work. Mama was pregnant and not in mood for my temper tantrum.
I don't think I did it again. (Although he took me to work with him at night when he had to go back in to office after dinner
. Great shot one my SILs got at Mawmaw's funeral: all of us with Mama and Daddy. Daddy told me to stand beside him in photo. Has his arm around me and Mama. Cute!) Hope she got those instructions down as I just can't spend the entire summer fixing tostones for my dad! See what you started, mi hermano?