Tourists -gotta love em!

Today, we were at the farmer's market, picking up overripe fruits and veggies for our pigs and chickens. I had two 5-gallon buckets with me that I was taking in to the vendor's booth to collect goodies. I set them down while I delivered some fresh eggs and picked up some lettuce. Along came a gaggle of Asian tourists, right off the tour bus. One of the ladies casually dropped two crumpled tissues  into my bucket. Without thought our hesitation, I grabbed my bucket, ran after her, and when I caught up to her, I held out my bucket and said, "Excuse me, ma'am, this is not a garbage can." And I waited. Until she realized she was expected to retrieve her tissues. Which she did. Welcome to America.

Radishes!

Our first grow box is starting to produce! It's very exciting. As you can see:

Little radish seedlings are popping up like crazy. After only a few months of building this thing. With yard waste! There are pumpkin seeds germinating about 1" below the top soil, too.

Can't wait!

Sloppy Joes

Every now and then, I get a craving for Sloppy Joes. The very unique taste of Sloppy Joes. I don't make them often because of the predominant use of prepared sauces, without which it would taste like Sloppy Joes. Tonight we had them over gluten-free macaroni, kind of a Sloppy Joes Marzetti. Whoa, that's special! Anyway, my craving was satisfied. However, eating Sloppy Joes always reminds me of one of my favorite Adam Sandler songs, Lunch Lady Land, where Sloppy Joe is the hero. You can view Adam performing it here:

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=vH8jAjtvc10

It's Adam on Letterman at a very young age! Then THAT always reminds me of another favorite I used to hear on the radio in Ohio, Yeah Toast! Hope you enjoy it as much as I do:

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=SHptn_3RyYE

Classics!

The impossipuzzle

Not a typo. Impossipuzzle. My sister (bless her) sent us one. They are as named. Puzzles that can be worked either way (upside-side-down or right-side-up), having pictures on both sides. The pieces are all very similar and the pictures are very uniform. Hence, Impossipuzzle. Ours has a pile of multi-colored  tees on one side and white golf balls (with shading) on the other. We chose color. Yes, we finished.

With the help of our puzzle piggy (lower left), a gift from a kind friend. Why, do you ask, are there 15 missing pieces? It's the dog's revenge. Lest you think we're paranoid, we rescued one right out of her mouth. It was only missing a small bit and we found its spot. I guess we won't do the other side.

The snake scare part two

If you read the comments on my blog entries, I stand corrected. There IS a small, wormlike snake around here. Great. If I wore a hat ( which, by the way. I rarely do. Exceptions are when it's necessary, like in the sun, or if someone has convinced me it looks good, when my vanity forces me to withstand discomfort until I catch a glimpse of what is definitely not cute!), then I would eat it. Because the very next day, after ridiculing my beloved for her claim of spotting The Snake (however small), I saw it myself! Or one of its 10,000 relatives in the area! Right there in the grow box! It was either a fast black worm or a small black snake. It didn't stick around for inspection. Sigh. More farm fun.

Today, I harvested a huge bag of chicken manure for my next grow box. Translates to: Today I cleaned the s*** out of the chicken pens and put it in a big bag for later use. More farm fun. It was so much fun, I needed a nap afterward. ☺

The snake scare

Yesterday, Pat was preparing to stamp down our grow box when she cried, "There's a snake in here!" Of course, I was doubtful. There are no snakes in Hawaii. And, if we do find one, we have to call the state department of agriculture. They will send someone out, pick up the snake, track its origins, and try to stop the ingress of the species. So we want to be sure before we call. So I start on with the insulting questions. "Are you sure it was a snake?"  "I know what a snake looks like." "Could it have been a worm?" "No, it  wasn't a worm!" "How about a centipede?" "No, it didn't have legs! Out wiggled and moved fast!" We gave up looking for it, Pat stomped it down, and I started watering. Out came a squiggly, quick, almost-black gecko! "There! I cried! Is that it?" " Yes!" She exclaims! What happened to "I know what a snake looks like"? But at least we don't have to call the state to tear apart our grow box!