Google Me This

So I finally get this thing working, but there's a problem. When I respond to someone else's blog, it leaves a name other than tanstaafl. Now how is that since I instructed it to use my screen name of tanstaafl? Ticks me off no end. So maybe I'll not respond to blogs from now on. That is the only cure I can come up with. I'll just go about publishing my own and not respond to others. But that is not a good deal, because it is no fun if I can't push, pull, badger and bully other people from behind a mask of anonymity. Cuss it all, I wish these bastard byproducts of the machine age worked the way they are supposed to, never mind what they are advertised to do. If I could pull blogger off this machine and take it out in the front yard I'd give it a good swift kick in the......., oh, no, that would hurt my footsies and they are precious to me. They take me all over the place so I could never damage my footsies (I almost typed tootsies, but there is no roll to my feetsies.)[Read it the way it is, not what it sounds like!] Enough, I've had enough. Ten hours at this machine is too much.

I did pick over three dozen ears of corn today. Heh heh, got it before the 'coons did. And I mean the rackety type of coons. Corn was rather small, but it is supposed to be only about six inches long anyway, and that's a good average of what I picked today. Got it cleaned and in the icebox waiting to be vacuum sealed and frozen.

I noticed that I have a small saucer squash setting on the vine finally. I've pick a number of yellow summer squash so far but this is the first white one that I've seen so far.

Old Hootie about went crazy today when he saw all the cherry tomatoes he was going to have to pick. I found him over four dozen ripe ones, and what looked to be thousands more that were in various stages from wee tiny things to those almost ripe. He was goggle-eyed with the number of regular tomatoes too. Doesn't take much to amaze old Hootie these days.


As Willie was wont to say, "Gotta go now..."