I have just learned that some of the oldest domesticated sunflowers ever found were found in Middle Tennessee and that there’s a great archaeological debate about whether sunflowers were independently domesticated in Tennessee and Central America or if people from Mexico brought or traded them until they finally ended up here.
That would have been about 4,000 years ago.
I had the most pleasant trip to the gynecologist, today. It was so fast. And, yes, painful, but not too bad. For you, gentlemen, imagine a diarrhea cramp coupled with a poking sensation and that will get you pretty close. And the woman who took my blood was a genius. I don’t think I’ve ever had blood taken so painlessly and quickly.
I asked if the metformin could be making me a tick magnet, but she said, no, that she is also a tick magnet. Some folks just are. She herself had a handful of ticks yesterday.
Also, the next time I’m in, I’ll go for my first mammogram.
I don’t know why, but that kind of weirds me out.
The Joiners’s’s…’s…’s new album is available! And look at the cover! It’s like five people showed up at your house to tell you that you’re unexpectedly going to Utah and they will be using your bedroom to spy on the Russians. Regrettably. Now please step into this sack so that no one has to get sweaty beating you up.
Not one week ago, I daydreamed about a day when we would get a press release from the TNDP featuring supportive words about Democrats and nothing about Chip Forrester’s negative feelings about Republicans.
Today, which is NOT A FRIDAY! I received a press release from the TNDP with supportive words about Joe Towns (D – Memphis), about an interesting subject (healthcare reform). And at the end? It outlined ways Democrats could do stuff.
I am not even kidding you.
This is me upon reading said press release:
Ha, and just think, if I ever have to write a post about my trip to the gynecologist, I can totally use this same picture.
I know, it looks like a sad image, but that was just me being overcome by this strange feeling of happiness. Also, quite possibly, I am eating an earthworm. Don’t ponder that picture too deeply.
I told y’all that we had decided not to do a big garden this year, but instead fill those back beds into sunflowers. I also am not renting a tiller this year, as our financial situation is a bit more modest, since the Butcher doesn’t have a job. Though, thinking back, maybe the Butcher didn’t have a job last year at this time, either. I forget. The economy’s been shitty, but we’re all supposed to suffer silently and accept that this is our faults.
At least, that’s what Glen Casada says–go get a job.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, I say it to the Butcher, too, but we’ve been through this a couple of times now, so I know how it goes. It’s funny in that peculiar way whenever I hear Tennesseans, especially Tennessee politicians talking about how not everyone needs to go to college. And, you know, on the surface, I agree with that. But beneath the surface? When I see the Butcher up for jobs against folks who’ve been to college?
I sometimes wonder if this “not everyone needs to go to college” meme isn’t perpetrated by people who have every intention of sending their kids to college in order to insure their kids will have a little advantage in the job market.
I also still thing that discouraging kids from going to college is a way for Tennessee to continue to ensure employers that they will be able to get smart people to work for them under exploitation conditions. You can get a man with the smarts of an engineer who will never have to be paid what an engineer is paid and who’s never going to be hired away by another company.
Anyway, that was a long digression just to say that I broke the two beds up by hand, while the Professor came behind me and dropped seeds. She’s of the opinion, and she’s probably right, that we’re going to have too many sunflower seeds for the beds we have. Even with as large as they are. So, now I’m trying to decide where else to plant sunflowers.
Of course, I need to get the other two beds planted first. And it’s supposed to rain all weekend, I just saw now. So I guess I need to get home tonight and get busy on them. I wish it would rain during the week and leave my weekends sunny.
But at least it’s raining. I was getting a little tired of lugging my watering can around the yard, trying to keep everything from wilting this early in the season.
I’m really looking forward to a huge bunch of sunflowers. It’ll be worth the effort, I know. But I have to tell you, second only to weeding, I find breaking up soil without aid of a tiller to be one of the most unfun tasks of gardening.
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