Memories: Growing Up On Comey Avenue. Tose were the days when all the kids would get together and play “Army,” which meant gathering all our wagons (tanks), bikes (motorcycles), and any other wheeled object, and off we would go!
If you are doing battle, you must have medical supplies, so we all decided to go to our own homes and come back with bandages and other medical supplies should we need them in battle.
I raced home, went through the medicine cabinet, and got bandaids and other necessities. For some reason, I looked in the closet for old towels and spotted a big box of bandages. Why were they in the closet; I had no idea.
We all gathered together and shared the newly found medical supplies, and I proudly passed out these neat bandages to everyone. I was proud; I had the biggest bandages! Out medical kits were ready to go. Let the battle begin!
We played all day, never going in the house until the porch light went on.
Well, about thirty minutes after that horrible light went on, the phone rang. Mom answered it, and I heard her get quite upset. What was happening? She hung up the phone and came to me (I was maybe eight or ten) and asked if I was in her closet today. I answered, “Yes, the army needed some bandages, and I used that box of bandages on the top shelf.”
You can probably guess I had passed out about twenty Kotex pads to the boys and girls in the army. Mom never said what was wrong, but I was warned if I wanted to stay alive, “NEVER GO INTO HER CLOSET AGAIN!!”
I did not know what I had done and only found out when I was in high school and was working in the dime store when I spotted another box of these “bandages” and finally figured it out. OOPS!
The day started well with a walk through the garden, and we made a list of things we needed from Home Depot. We had breakfast, and we made tracks for the store. We came home with four bags of manure and one load of new veggies to try. We had cauliflower, two types of Swiss chard, and several other veggies.
Departing Home Depot with our newfound treasures, Mary talks to the plants, assuring them they are going to a nice new home!
Once we reached home, Mary and I got our respective two-wheeled wheelbarrows and emptied the back seat and trunk of the Silver Fox. It’s good exercise, so they say!
I turned the soil and added the amendment (shoveled the s..t into the beds) while Mary followed behind and did the planting. We are an excellent team.
Mary told me she plants everything in alphabetical order. I asked her, “Really?! I don’t know how you find the time!” She quickly responded, “It’s right next to the sage”.
Dig girl, dig. The soil is once and soft!
We dug the straw back into the ground to break up the soil. In another year, the solid will be wonderful. It is full of Mary’s worms. I did ask Mary, “What do you call two worms in love?” I let her have some time before I said, “Soilmates”.
She didn’t throw dirt at me, so I followed it up with, “How do you make a glow worm happy?” I did not wait and answered, ” Cut off his tail, and he’ll be de-lighted.”
The plants are safely in their new home
We moved a few plants from the old dirt to the new and improved soil to see what would happen.
In sixty days, we will be harvesting these little fellers.
It was time to leave for the eye doctor in Newport Beach, so we skedaddled down the road and made it ten minutes ahead of schedule. My prescription, which MAry did a year ago, was fine, but I need cataract surgery in the right eye, and we will schedule that as soon as the blood pressure gets under control.
We returned home and had a great dinner of Mac & Cheese, a Bubba Burger with mushrooms, and a salad from the garden. We watched Heaven’s Gate, an epic western.
The movie:
The truth:
It was windy and I kept seeing the garden security light go on and off. It seems the whirlygigs were triggering the motion sensor.
The wind was ferocious last night, and the security light kept going on and off.
It was lights out and Sandman time at 11:00 PM. We had another great day!
