Here’s what’s happening here
weather, hey it’s Texas and it’s summer. Highs today in upper nineties; tomorrow 101. Got beer?
X has let the cornfield go. He planted seven rows (me thinks), and paid the yard guy an extra fifty bucks to weed those. The rest of the 3000 ft cornfield is six foot tall weeds, brought in by trailerloads of uncomposted horse manure. Weed seeds are not killed by the digestive system in a horse. X’s own ignorance caused this, and he’s ready to harvest the 24 corn plants, and move on.
In other garden news, X’s raised gardens are suffering as well. The strawberries are doing the best as X has made an effort to keep it weed free. Alas, the same horseshit was used in the raised gardens as well, leaving a battle for the dominant weed in all but the strawberry garden. The plants are doing well, a little yellow here and there, and putting out lots of runners. No more blooms though. Next May/June.
X figured out something, much to his dismay about the strawberry garden: it will have to be maintained all year round. Better get some mulch X, as pulling weeds all year round is pure bullshit.
The cabbages got eaten by the cabbage worms. They look like varied colors of Swiss cheese.
It’s almost July and not a hint of a watermelon is planted; nor okra.
The peppers all are doing well; it turned out X has 15 plants in all, and most of them are serrano peppers. There are a couple of Yolo wonder peppers, one banana pepper, and a cayenne pepper.
All onions are still ok, as are the carrots.
Now for the tomato report; X thinks there are 12 tomato plants. They are going crazy. Most of the crop are Best Boy plants, and they are well, huge.
No red tomatoes yet, but lots of green ones. I was really hoping the cherry tomatoes would come out. So far, one plant yields nothing…but green and blooms.
I woke up yesterday feeling very fatigued, weak, with a very stiff neck. My BP was 87/48 the first read, and 73/61 the second taken immediately after the first. Pulse rates were 119 and 111, respectively. I have no idea why.
I am on three high BP meds, and from time to time, my BP takes a dip overnight; nothing like yesterday though. Kind of ruined my morning. I ate some salty bread with bacon and seasoned eggs which brought it back up to 120/58 at noon.
The wife drove to Ft Worth to see her R/A specialist on Monday. She has had a bad cough since the 5th when she had her endoscopy and the other one. The doc gave her a Z pack, and she is off her Enbril for one dose. She actually talked to me last night without a single coughing spell.
Now she wants to have cataract surgery as she cannot see.
On her drive up she said she got lost because she could not read the signage..
One of our own, Angel is undergoing cataract surgery next week. You guys might wanna drop by and wish her well for that…
I had to do some work on the lawn mower again. I swear, the Mexican yard guy I have is one step above idiot.
The mower deck is a 42″ with two blades. One of the blade spindles lost three bolts, causing the spindle to pivot. This caused the blades to hit each other, not to mention the blade hitting the edge of the deck. He drove it until the spindle literally fell off, and parked it without saying anything.
Remember last year when he parked it with a blown engine? He said nothing then either. It was my neighbor who mentioned he heard the mower make a loud noise, then shut off suddenly. That cost me $500, and I paid him to help me put it back together.
I replaced both spindles and blades, as well as the deck belt to the tune of just over $100; parts from Ebay installed by yours truly. The only hard part is getting the deck off and on.
I had the yard guy cut down a mesquite tree that had grown up on the fence to the cornfield, and collapsed onto the fence.
He cut said tree down, and stacked the mesquite wood in the middle of the yard.
I bought two new tires for the mower and had them installed for around $60. The first time he gets on it, he mows around the stacked mesquite wood ( for those of you who don’t know, mesquite wood is great for smoking meats after it’s dry. It also has vicious thorns on it) and gets a flat tire.
The tire falls off the rim (tubeless) and he used my come-a-long to fix the tire (seat the bead) pretty much destroying my tire.
I have no fewer than 7 5 gallon gas cans that I usually let run out before filling. I used to keep all of them by the mower in the shed, but I suspected he was stealing gasoline. Have no proof, just seemed like the gas was disappearing too fast, so I locked it up.
The mower uses a gallon of gas in two hours…it just does. It’s a 17hp Briggs.
Bigger hassle for me as now I have to monitor the gas in the mower and keep it full. I also must watch the air filter and oil level (remember the blown engine from last year?)
I already caught him running it without the air filter, as it is in a sill air box, and had fallen off because it was so filled with dirt that it collapsed. I had to do another oil change after that. It was a brand new engine!
I have since caught him pulling the air filter off.
It uses a paper cartridge with a foam sleeve, which in my opinion, is the greatest idea since sliced bread. Remove the foam, rinse it with naptha, compressed air to dry, and then oil it lightly, slipping it back over the paper cartridge. It greatly increased the life of said filter.
I caught him with the filter removed, banging it on a post to knock off the dirt from the oil soaked sleeve…not gonna happen. Banging it on a post damages the wire mesh around the paper cartridge.
Maybe I’ll start paying him after the work is complete and deduct him for damages.
When he does mow, he drives the mower in first gear; one can walk faster than that. Besides, when he goes that slow, he drives in a giant cloud of dirt that he creates. No wonder the filter requires cleaning every week. I told him the other day not to use first gear any more, nor mow with the deck at its highest position. Why? I think he goes slow to eat up time, and cuts the grass so high that his work is never done.
X, you’re a suspicious bastid ain’t ya?
He’s illegal, and worked for my pop for over twenty years. He’s heading to immigration court next month and asked me to write a letter of recommendation.
I did so, praising him for his loyalty, and honesty, and the fact that he requires no supervision; which is an absolute lie.
I bought a brand new Echo weedeater with a saw blade attachment to cut down the Mexican Hat variety of wildflower as their stems are very thick and fibrous and the weedeater string won’t cut them. I am afraid to let him use it.
I bought an Echo 16″ chainsaw last week; again, I hesitate to let him use it.
$50 a week I pay him. Two hours Tuesday, two hours Thursday.
X’s pride and joy, the Ranger, has developed an oil leak somewhere from the front of the engine.
X’s other pride and joy, his baby boy, swore his oath to the USAF yesterday. He’s on his way to Lackland AFB for BMT.
X needs to go to town to get gas, groceries, booze, and water.
X also needs to finish his compost bin, but feels he needs a sawzall to cut a hatch in the 55 gallon barrel, which means he will need a set of blades too. Should he get cordless or corded.
Oh yeah, X bought a 4000W generator from Sam’s Club Auction for $175; $30 shipping to his door. Not bad eh?