Heebie Jeebies. I narrowly avoided thunderstorms on both ends of my commute today. Strangely, the pavement was still so hot that the rain from overnight storms had mostly evaporated. Not so much for the afternoon storms. Soaky soaky.
New axe: Fender Precision Bass, given to me by a close family friend who needed more room in his stable. I rocked it out on praise team yesterday. I love the sound. The action is somewhat different than the Washburn I usually play. It will take a little getting used to. This is the third bass guitar I've ever laid my hands on, so I don't have much to compare it to. But it does sound very warm, and the pickups are pretty hot for being passive.
Our container garden yielded one cucumber so far. That's it. One. Radishes were a no-go, snap peas didn't thrive. I'm holding out for the green onion. It's still got a few weeks left.
Ants, this morning. They were slowly but surely reclaiming the remnants of a baby bird back to the earth from which it came.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Piloting a lightning rod
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What zone are you in? If you were expecting snap peas or radishes now-ish, you're waaaaay too late. Plant those suckers as soon as you can dig your little fingers into the snow: no later.
Oh heavens, no... Those failed a long time ago! The radish plants grew, just didn't grow radishes. And We got two or three good pods off the pea plants.
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