A work in progress....bear with me

The fun begins...

And I'm sorry that this post won't have any gratuitous sex.  No, I'm going to discuss quant. As in quantitative analysis.  Today on my doorstep was a routine brown UPS box. I figured it was my new Gideon's Bible. But, not to be. It was this stuff. I'm going to be tested on my quantitative skills before I start class in January. I'm already stuck on the first problem, "Calculate the percentage increase from 12 to 33"  !!

wtf!!   I knew that in 5th grade, but not now. If anyone knows, please help me out.

The end.

Gardening is sexy

Maybe it's me, but let me explain. Perhaps it has something to do with my mindest, and the dearth of acceptable receptacles here, but the weather today reminded me of Spring, and everyone knows that's what makes a man's mind fancy. Nevertheless, today started with optimism. I planned to plant tulip bulbs. (I'll digress here and say that bulbs reminds me of bulbous, which reminds me of boobs..but like I said, I digress). Anyway, I researched the topic vigorously, and determined that November 8 was the ideal day to proceed. Not to mention that the forecast was for 70 degree weather.

I was quickly disappointed. Blackburn's Nursery, that little oasis of wonderful flora amidst the grotesque yard sales and billboards which line Hwy 23 in Appalachia, was closed. Perhaps because my enthusiasm got me there before noon and I was too early. Blackburn's is where I go to stock up on various plantings, mulches, and other things I don't really need. It's also where I got the bulb for the beautiful plant shown in this picture. This past spring I picked out the bulb with the help of an enthusiastic and wonderful helper. I don't think she's there anymore. I wish she could see what grew out of our too brief connection; I think she'd be pleased.

Not to be dissuaded however, I made the 40 minute drive back home, re-did my fantasy line-ups, and went straight to Lowe's. Unfortunately, no tulips there either. However, I did run across this interesting make-believe green house (2nd picture) and calls attention once again to things earthy and sensual. As I placed gently the prescribed 2 or 3 seeds (or maybe 8-10) into each little receptacle, my mind pondered how this seed planting is not nearly as fun as how humans do it. I trust that next spring the fruits of my labors will bring forth chives, basil, brussell sprouts, and some other fun stuff. (hopefully not of the 2-legged variety..just sayin).