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Fruits of our Labor

Not a bad haul if I do say so myself.

Here is the first of the big sunflower heads.  We’re going to let them dry out, then use them for birdseed and to plant new ones next year.

That’s one big ball of squirrel bait, right there.  The package said “Mammoth Sunflowers” on it, and they weren’t fibbing.  They remind me of the sunflowers that used to be grown agriculturally around Minot when I was a kid.  I think I’m going to save a handful of them and roast them in the oven to see how they taste.

Next we have Irish Woman’s punkin with a pumpkin:

It’s the only one of the early crop that survived the intense heat, even with shade from several trees and twice-daily watering.  It’s ripened way early, but I have it downstairs in the cool and dry in hopes that it will survive until October.  The plants are still flowering, so we may get more now that the weather is back to normal temperatures.

We also have several baby watermelons that are coming along nicely.  I’m going to nurse those along until Labor Day, then they get fed to the kids and the vines will be pulled out.

Our potatoes did OK, but not as well as I hoped.  We got about a bushel of potatoes that went into several meals.  Next year, I’m going to give them more space in the bed so that they can spread their roots further.

I didn’t get pictures of them, but our tomato plants of all varieties are going nuts.  I already put up about a dozen quarts each of chopped tomatoes, chili base, salsa, and spaghetti sauce from tomatoes we got out at Gallrein’s, but I may have to crank up the canner again if they all come in at once.  We’ve already been eating them as fast as they can mature, but if they all hit at once, we’re going to be up to our necks in ‘maters.  I may try my hand at making dried tomatoes and see how that turns out.

I think the cucumbers are almost done.  I have enough picked now to make another batch of pickles, so that will probably happen tomorrow or the next day.  There appear to be enough on the vine to do another batch of bread and butters for Irish Woman this weekend and that should be about it.  The same goes for the green beans.

This has been a disappointing year so far for our bell pepper plants.  Not sure if it’s the heat, the dry, or both, but we’ve only gotten about half a dozen peppers off of them.  Next year, I think we’ll plant more jalapenos and banana peppers, which seem to grow well no matter the conditions so long as they have sunlight and water..

The new strawberry beds are filling quickly, which means I’ll be making a new bed this fall for transplanting so we have an abundance of Boo’s favorite food come the spring.

And that’s about it from DaddyBear Acres.  Y’all come back now, ya hear?

Everyone Settle Down

On Saturday, Mitt Romney announced his choice of running mate, Wisconsin Representative Paul Ryan.  Ryan is one of the bright lights of the current conservative movement, and brings Romney’s campaign some street cred with people who sympathize with the Tea Party wing of the Republican Party.  He’s an economics and budget wonk, a sixteenth level blackbelt in debating and arguing, and is about as clean cut and apple pie as they come.

Republicans were audibly swooning about 18 seconds after the announcement, which was precisely 37 seconds faster than the first attack ad being issued by the Democrats.  Apparently, depending on who you ask, Ryan is either the second coming of Ronaldus Maximus or the embodiment of all that is evil and hateful in humanity.

My response to the announcement and ensuing orgy of hopes, dreams, and doom?  Meh.

Look, I like what Congressman Ryan has said and done so far.  I respect the fact that he seems to be able to effectively refute the administration’s propaganda with facts instead of emotions and rhetoric.  He has experience in the real world, but isn’t a neophyte in government. He certainly wasn’t born with a silver spoon in his mouth, but neither was he taught to speak so that he could recite The Internationale to his mother’s commie friends.  In short, he seems to be a good man who I agree with on quite a few things.  If he were running for president, I would certainly consider voting for him.

But he’s not running for president.  He’s the second name on the ticket, and no matter how much of a partner Mr. Romney makes him in his administration, assuming he wins the election, he will just be an advisor to a man who displays the libertarian leanings of my 11 year old labrador retriever.  Maybe he’ll be a moderating influence on Romney’s instincts to get along with the Democrats at all costs, and maybe he’ll be shut away in a nice office waiting for the next state funeral to happen so he’ll have something to do.  At this point, no-one can tell.

Unless Romney changes his tune and starts articulating plans to start dismantling not only the damage done by the Obama administration but also by the past few decades in a rather drastic fashion, he could name zombie Reagan as his running mate and not win the election.  He has to prove that he’s more than Diet Obama, and no person on his ticket or in his projected cabinet is going to change that.

Appropriate Response

Tonight, I decided to treat the family to dinner from our favorite Chinese restaurant. Since I’m an indulgent father, when Boo asked if we could get ice cream for dessert, we stopped at the ice cream parlor before picking up dinner.  As we waited in line with our selection, the family in front of us, consisting of grandma and grandma, son/father, and two little girls, was getting ice cream cones.  The grandmother noticed Boo holding our pint of ice cream and came over to tell him how cute he was.  The lady was obviously well into her second childhood, as evidenced by the way she spoke and her slight tremor.  As she gushed over Boo, she reached out and caressed his cheek.  Boo was all smiles and politeness, so there must be a bit of his mother in him after all, but while I kept my smile and polite manner, I put my hand on Boo’s head and moved in a tad closer in case something bad happened.

But it didn’t.

The son/father of the group noticed what his mother was doing, and came over to get her.  As he led her back to their family, he mouthed “Sorry!” to me, which got a “No problem!” response from me.  She was just being a kindly old woman, and obviously either Boo reminded her of someone from her past, or she was just taken aback with my son.*

Now, could that have been much worse?  Yes.  That sweet old lady could have turned violent, or refused to get away from my son when her son tried to bring her back to her own family.  That was the reason that I put myself physically in the middle of her contact with Boo.  If she had continued to touch him or had fought her son, then I would have pulled Boo behind me and out of her reach and figured out what to do next.

Did I take a risk in the situation?  Actually, yes.  But I made a rational judgement about the nature of the risk based on how she was acting, her physical appearance, and her demeanor to decide the appropriate response.

In short, I profiled her.  We do this, or rather we should do this, in every interaction in our lives.  Mostly we do it subconsciously.  Being approached by a friend who is smiling?  No problem.  Being approached by an unknown teenager wearing a hooded sweatshirt on a dark street?  Normally, you’d become more aware of what he is doing and what else is happening around you.  The trick is to be aware of your surroundings and THINK when you’re interacting with a person you don’t know.  This is one of the places where we as individuals are superior to government agents such as police.  If a policeman is accused of “profiling”, then she’s in hot water.  If I do it, I’m being a thoughtful father.

If instead of an elderly grandmother, it had been a single male who reached out to touch my son, my response would have been much more direct.  A woman without children would also have evoked a protective response.  A woman with children would be one of those “How does this feel?” moments where I can’t predict my response, but I would have responded.

My point is that we have to be able to respond appropriately to what happens to us and the people who interact with us.  I won’t react to a friendly approach from a grandmother in the same way I would if a gangbanger walked up to my four-year-old son, I think that’s appropriate.

*I’m told men of my family have that effect on women.

Today’s Earworm

30 Days of Abraham Lincoln – Day 11

The dogmas of the quiet past are inadequate to the stormy present. The occasion is piled high with difficulty, and we must rise with the occasion. As our case is new, so we must think anew and act anew.We must disenthrall ourselves, and then we shall save our country. — 1862

My Take – The dogmas of the past are how we got into this mess in the first place.  It didn’t start with Obama, or either Bush.  Almost every president in the 20th century either actively pushed the government into our lives and pocketbooks, or did nothing to turn it back.  Even Reagan, who is lionized by conservatives today, only slowed the growth.  If we are to come back from the financial abyss that yawns before us, we have to make the hard decisions, take the hit both politically and financially, and cut out the growth that is threatening to strangle us.

Chicken and Mushrooms in a Tomato-Cream Sauce

Ingredients

2 large Vidalia or white onions, chopped fine
1 pound white mushrooms, or your favorite variety, coursely chopped
3 cloves of garlic, crushed
Salt and pepper
1 pound boneless chicken thighs, cut into 1/4 to 1/2 inch pieces
10 to 15 roma tomatoes, coursely chopped
1/2 to 1 pint heavy cream
Olive Oil

In a large saucepan, heat enough olive oil to coat the bottom, then add onions, mushrooms, and garlic.  Saute until the onions soften, then add chicken.  Season with salt and pepper to taste.  Cook until chicken is browned. Add tomatoes and mix well.  Cook until the tomatoes fall apart.  There will be quite  a bit of juice in the pan.  Simmer, stirring occasionally, until the liquid reduces by about 1/3.  Add cream until the sauce is a light pink.  Reduce heat and simmer, stirring frequently, until the sauce cooks down about 1/3 and darkens a bit in color.  Serve over rice or pasta.

One of the benefits of taking vacation but staying home is that I get to cook.  Usually, I get home too late to make dinner during the week.

Today’s Earworm

30 Days of Abraham Lincoln – Day 10

At what point then is the approach of danger to be expected? I answer, if it ever reach us, it must spring up amongst us. It cannot come from abroad. If destruction be our lot, we must ourselves be its author and finisher. As a nation of freemen, we must live through all time, or die by suicide.  — 1838

My Take – No nation is invulnerable, as we have all learned in the past few years.  But if our country is to every truly fall, its causes will be found in our inability to act like a nation.  If America fails, it will not be conquered, but will split and rot from the center out.  Our responsibility as citizens is to work together to forestall that day for as long as possible.

Go.Read.This.

Sean shared some worship and a meal with his local Sikh congregation, and had some thoughts about it.  His conclusion:  We’re all Americans, no matter where we or our ancestors came from.  I heartily agree.

Now to the good stuff. I am a patriot. The sight of the flag makes me happy. I believe in America and in Americans. I take second place to no one in love for my country. The Sikh speakers, especially the President of the temple, exceeded me in patriotism by a long shot. America is not blood, and it’s not soil. America is ideas, and the people who believe them. These were Americans. They might have been born here or far away. But once they started talking about America, the “best” and “safest country in the world”, you could tell that they were Americans. These are not scare quotes, these are direct quotes from the speakers. Thomas Jefferson might have had a problem understanding the accents, but not the sentiments.

Go on over and read the whole thing.

Thoughts on the Weekend

  • Nothing puts a good spin on the Friday before you take a week of vacation like a lunchtime phone call from Irish Woman, who has just banged her head on the corner of the trunk of her car and needs stitches.
    • She’s fine.  Ugly cut in her hairline required six stitches.  Only lingering effect is a nagging headache on that side of her head and a new hairstyle so as to not highlight or put stress on the wound.
  • Quote of the weekend:  “Mama, are they going to kill you?”, said by Boo just before the doctor started putting in the stitches.  I took him back out to the waiting room with reassurances from his mother that she’d be OK.
  • Boo was wearing a new shirt Saturday that has a pretty convincing chocolate scent embedded in the artwork.  It really smells like chocolate, and got stronger after being warmed by his body heat.  I gave up sweets last summer, but I’ve been craving a Hershey bar since Saturday morning.
  • Got a briefing on a couple of the projects that Irish Woman has decided are going to happen before snow flies.  Our discussion was a textbook example of what happens when “artist’s conception” meets “real world”.
    • Normal people would meet somewhere in the middle.  I have to find a way for it to be “real world” enough to not kill small children, but still look like “artist’s conception”.
    • Apparently there is an accounting discrepancy between what my spreadsheet came up with using prices from the lumber yard and what her muse told her it would take.
    • We have agreed to hold a meeting to go over the numbers, where I believe she will try to convince me that wood doesn’t cost what the lumber yard says it does.
    • When your “discussion” about a project starts to revolve around whether or not you need a permit, it’s time to walk away for a little while.
  • Girlie Bear announced today that she likes Van Halen.  I told her I’d be quoting from “Hot for Teacher” during the open house at her new high school in a couple of weeks.
  • My daughter announced that there were some cute boys at the church picnic Saturday night.  I need to go shooting.
  • Customer service tip:  If you’re actually friendly to me when I ask if your gun store does transfers, I may just buy a gun before I leave your establishment.
    • Pictures to follow
  • Can anyone give me an opinion DS Arms AR-15 uppers?  Their price point is really good, and the example guns I looked at at the NRA annual meeting seemed pretty solid.