Oil and Gas Operator

76  bar steady 29.79 0mph ESE dewpoint 53  Spring

                 Full Moon of Growing

This land baron business creates decisions.  Just got an offer in the mail, unsolicited, for our land in Texas.  On one level it appears to be a generous offer for 40 acres of mesquite, sand and rattle snakes.  On the other hand, how did somebody in California whose business card reads Oil and Gas Operator decide to send us an offer?  Gonna check out the oil and natural gas situation in Pecos County quick. 

The reporter for the Ft. Stockton newspaper who wrote up the scam that sold off a 5,000 acre ranch in 40 acre allotments said to me when I spoke with her,  “My biggest hope is that oil or natural gas will be discovered under that land.  Would serve’m right.”

My siblings and I got this land as an inheritance from a ne’er do well step brother.  We still don’t why.  He died and we got the land.  He bought it on e-bay.

Gosh, I hope we have more suitors out there.  The ideal situation would be for us to lease our land to an oil company so they can put in a well.  Who knows?

Gray Hair, a Side Benefit of Aging

77!  bar steady 29.79  2mph S  dewpoint 50  Spring

                 Full Moon of Growing

This may be one of those years where we skip spring and plunge right ahead into summer.   I prefer a little foreplay before it heats up, but we may not get it.

The trunk now has clean, fresh oil. While waiting on the oil change, I read and edited Stefan’s first poems.  He’s got such a good ear, it will be a pleasure working with him.

My passport application has gone into the Department of State.  This picture looks good, the gray hair makes me look better in photographs.  A nice side benefit of aging.

Just finished drying off blanched vegetables preparatory to putting them in plastic containers for the refrigerator.  Blanching gives the vegetables a bright color, sweetens them and preserves them, in the fridge, for meals.  They have become like snack food to me.

Nap now.  Workout. Go to Scott’s for the Woolly meeting.

The Hawthorne Giant Shakes His Shaggy Head

64  bar steady 29.81 2mph S dewpoint 50 Spring

             Full Moon of Growing

It’s that time of year again.  The time, that is, when I have to pull the shades of my east facing computer room windows.  Otherwise, it heats up in here.  Pretty fast.

If we’d get some rain to get with this warmth, we’d have plenty of blooms.  I have daffodils and tulips getting close.  Went out yesterday and wandered through our woods and garden.  While looking at one of the large beds shifted from flowers to vegetables, a lily question came up.  Namely, where did I plant all the lilies I had in that bed?  I’ll be damned if I can recall.  They’ll come up as a surprise. 

The Hawthorne giant must have shaken his shaggy head and stomped off to the Arctic circle.  Hope he finds cool weather when he gets there.

The rock wool cubes in which I planted the lettuce dried out last night, at least in the smaller of the hydroponic setups.  I don’t know why.  The plants themselves don’t seem affected, so I conjecture that their root system now reaches down into the nutrient solution.  Learning while we go. 

The truck needs an oil change and I need to read Stefan’s poems and finish the book on Mastery that Tom Crane sent.  So, I’m off.