Abstain from harvesting
Still no cold air in my living room. Come on, HVAC man, do your thing before I can simply open a door and profit from global cooling. The wait is good, in the sense that we aren’t spending money on fuel and campgrounds, but I would like to have the messy work out of the way before the next round of visitors.
I’m reading too many antenna manuals for my own good. At some point, I’ll start believing their glowing descriptions: flat SWR, wide bandwidth, able to handle all the power I have in the box. It doesn’t matter that I know better; these people could make a unicorn sound real. I suppose I could trick the industry, and build my own, but the disappointment would then be sitting squarely on my shoulders. Too old for that.
I’ve been told not to expect any ‘strawbs from the garden. It seems my rhizomes are running out of room. Instead of turning a corner, or doubling back, the plants are bolting. To be fair, I paid about a dollar a plant, and I did get a couple of decent harvests. Still, I wanted, so much, to believe in an agricultural miracle. There’s always the produce section at the local supermarket. Where harvesting is an option, as long as nobody is watching.
It should be noted, for the legal record, that I haven’t harvested from neighbouring gardens. At all. I haven’t been that hungry for a dirt-covered radish (yet). If ever I discover an orchard (particularly plums), all bets are off the table.
