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Grow Lamp, Balfour
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This morning, coffee, library, blog a bit. Buy a grow light. These chilli's are too good to let go to waste. Eat the last of the chowder I made yesterday and then head out Balfour way.
On the bus, a trans-kid I used to work with; in the end up didn't end up transitioning, someplace halfway, back to being a girl, I guess my variety of guy persuaded her to...
She doesn't recognize me, with her boyfriend, meets her "adopted" mom on a mobility device, hardcore drinker, they're chatting away, opening brewskis,...
That's Balfour for you.
I'm on the hunt, all this rain, surely something new and great, but - no, a few flakes over the first hour, but otherwise nada. Then - this:
A broken tip, but it makes for a great day.
And hit the Superette for old-times sake, they still have a reasonable selection of Vodka and spirits, the government strike has decimated the shelves in town, nothing under $50; out here...
Well, pickings still good. Almost always worth the trip...
Hobo with a Shotgun
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Now I've referred to this abundantly in the past, but do so again only because I'm trying to redeem myself in the eyes of my daughter, who's come to query my taste in films following "Sisu".
So, in longstanding tradition of families doing inane things over the holidays I'm trying to persuade everyone that "Hobo with a Shotgun" be our Thanksgiving movie.
I mean, it's not particularly upbeat, but it does have it's moments...
The daughter, she's refusing to even watch the trailer.
You can watch it here...https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0J4xu0CuCOw
Or, better yet, watch this 2 minute scene taken directly from the movie (the Plague): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZtAolowtI3c
I suspect she's watched it and is refusing to respond because to do so would mean acknowledging my impeccable taste...
Smiths Astral
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Had this for a few years, English, "Smith's Astral", only wearing it the other day and going to wind it a little further heard a "Spppppprooooong" and that's it. Now it needs service. But, picture of it in better days...
The Fruits of my Labour...
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This, above, and it sat on the counter for a week before I even considered eating it.
1 Carolina Reaper (harvested as the plenteous bounty from 3 Carolina Reaper plants), approximately 1 inch long.
Supposedly the spiciest pepper on earth.
I have a few others, all a quarter of an inch or less, smaller than a large blueberry, and doubtless there are more hiding in the canopy of dying leaves, waiting on sunlight that will never come...
So I took it to work and shared it out, not certain if it would live up to it's hype, slice it very thinly and offer it to staff, the owner, who - disregarding my caution slices it even smaller and gives it a nibble...
And, yes. It's all that. Those videos of imbeciles trying to eat one whole on YouTube and then afterwards checking themselves in to the hospital, that's a hard yes. Even the sliver, the morsel, cutting it waters the eyes, turns up the heat, starts the heart a pounding, and - damn, how do I get these plants to produce more? I mean, there's a gold-mine here, no other hot chilli comes even close...
The sushi-chef, from Nepal, tries it, is of the same mind, but then is asking me "Where do I buy more???", and tells me that this was a thing in Nepal, and why not? They have the climate, here, all my loving has gotten me only this single chilli, if I had a greenhouse there could be more, maybe I need a grow-light - definitely I need a grow light, although I'm more than half-done nursing these mother-fucking plants but...
It is one-hell of a payoff...
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