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Monday, September 14, 2009

12. Me, Me, Me -- Except

Today I retrieved 2 more zucchini and 3 yellow squash from the “organic” garden. If we would have waited until the “green” people told us about how we should live, we probably would never have been this good at growing vegetables. Master dipped his first hoe in the ground over 40 years ago – back when green was still the color of grass and people didn’t smoke it. Actually, his first garden experiences dated back when the only power to the lawn mower was him. But, certainly, the “Me” generation can’t accept this and continue to “instruct” us in what is now the “new” green RULES (they get upset if any player, except thEMselves , violates the rules (note the backward ME). Me, Me, Me – Except! We laugh at our kids who push for recycling – heck, we did it decades ago without a push – HELLO. Where’s our thermostat in the summer you ask? Well, same 80-81 degree temperature as 40+ years ago BEFORE Al Gore discovered how to dump his Global Warming nonsense (note: 8 years in the white house and not a peep out of him then). Of course we always ensured we had ceiling fans in every room – but these too came before all the financial incentives (credits) for the “Me” generation kids and need to be PLANNED, something the “Me” generation hasn’t learned. Their plan is to throw all the sh*t in the air and see what sticks to the ceiling. Fortunately, they don’t even consider the effects of gravity when they expeditiously catapult the poop above them. Now you know why my Common Scents can detect them. Well, chalk up the zucchini and squash along with tomatoes, carrots, and beans in today’s harvest. I’ll pat myself on the back – I get more satisfaction anyway because I know the effort-reward behind the task and don’t need a trophy to mount on my dog house. But, as always, Master’s stroking is utterly divine.

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