Beltane Waxing Dyan Moon
“After another night of losing sheepshead, it finally came to me. These guys have been playing a lot longer than I have. Bill since childhood. Roy and Dick since high school and Ed since entering the Jesuits. Now I view them as my mentors. That way I can lose and learn, instead of just lose.” from a May 7, 2009 post after I finished at the bottom again.
Some nights the cards change and the tide flows with you. Last night I got great cards and did well. Anything I’ve learned in this reprise of my brief sheepshead career in Appleton, Wisconsin, I’ve learned from these guys.
Those cells I thought were queen cells were drone cells. Drones have a life devoted to the vain pursuit of sex. Sounds like the American teenager when I grew up. Drones fly out and around, hoping to find a queen who needs him. This is a very rare occurrence, so only the most fortunate of these bee princes ever become king for a day.
Yesterday I planted squash, melons and beans, thinned the turnips and replanted carrots and beets. The last time I 
planted carrots and beets I didn’t water them in. Probably should have. The potatoes needed mounding and I discovered that the beets and turnips both benefit from mounding too. If a portion of these tuberous vegetables stick up above ground, they turn green and inedible.
The red car got expensive again and will get a bit more so. This time it needed a new radiator and coolant flush, a flush of brake fluid and steering fluid, a new transmission gasket and a flush of the transmission fluid with new replacement fluids. It probably also needs a new master brake cylinder, but I said no to that out of sticker shock. After consulting the mechanic, I’m going to order the part and have it replaced. Suddenly having no brakes is not a good thing.
