I was just reading the title of this and realized it makes no sense at all. But that’s okay because Steve’s friends Kyle and Sara are up for the weekend and when they’re around pretty much anything remotely resembling sense flies out the window and insanity reigns.
Kyle told the exploding cow story. I just can’t do it justice, so I’m not even going to try repeating it. Let’s just say it has something to do with a dead cow, a manure pit, a Roman candle and rather dim witted person. I hadn’t laughed that hard in years.
Meanwhile, out at the farm we got (guess what? I’ll give you a second or two. No guess? Oh, okay) Out at the farm we got cucumbers! While I was at work yesterday my wife and her sister went picking and turned up a mind boggling quantity of cukes. They did 37 pints of various types of pickles, two gallons of refrigerator pickles, plus we gave away about 5 gallons of cukes to the neighbor.
Alas, Karen’s tomatoes have blossom end rot. There really isn’t much you can do about it. It’s caused by a mold or fungus or something, and there really isn’t any way to cure it once it sets in. About the only thing you can do try prevention, which involves making sure your soil has enough calcium and that the PH is around 6.5 or so. Some people (especially the people who try to sell products to ‘cure’ it) claim that it can be cured by adding calcium, but that’s not really true. While one of the causes is low calcium, I’m told, by the time the fruit starts to go bad it’s way, way too late to do anything about it.
We also got a vintage 1975 400 CC Yamaha motocross bike! Just what every farm needs, right? Back in the 1970s I ran a 500CC Yamaha motocross bike. I should probably know better, but yes, I’m going to drive it.
Well, actually ‘drive’ is the wrong term to use with bikes like this. It’s ore like a semi-controlled crash. So my next entry might be from the ER.