Defoliating A Victory Garden
Good Morning Dear Friends: Its been a long weak. A hard week, and an odd week. As I was working so hard to revitalize and defoliate the victory garden with my trenching tool, mothra nature was tearing down other parts. That can sure work up an appetite. The heat was dizzying, and I started to get dehydrated, it made me feel like I was high. Well I am high all right, but not on false drugs, I'm high on the real thing, Powerful Gasoline, A clean Windshield and a Shoe shine!
Is it going to be alright? Oh, ho ho you bet. Yes dear friends its going to be all right here at the Powerhouse Church of the Presumptuous Assumption of the Blinding Light, (Sing Along) "Oh Blinding Light, Oh Light That Blinds, I cannot See Look Out For Me. Uhn, Ooff." Yes Friends welcome to Paster Flash's Hour of reckoning with Organ Leroy and his organ again, and the 50 voice St. Louis Aquarium Choir, I'm Deacon E.L.Mouse.
Opps. I was channelling the Firesign Theatre there. It must be because of a conversation I had with Brad and Sue on Kay's front porch at the side of her house that most people think of as the back. We were discussing the values of "Don't Crush That Dwarf, Hand Me the Pliers"
from 1970, I got my first copy on vinyl in 1978 and promptly memorized it for just such occasions as a Shrimp-Boil/Turkey Fry/Broken Box/Fireworks/Garden extravaganza 29 years into my future. (It's the Future, I say live it or live with it)
Well it all worked out. I am glad I planned ahead. Too bad I didn't think to set my alarm clock ahead about 15 minutes 29 years ago as I am now out of time to continue this post. I have to get to Work. I have another day of sales and reckoning ahead. Driving and crying. And more garden work awaits my eventual return. Those are the headlines, now the rumors behind the news. Sorry Dear Friends I will continue this discourse on the concourse after my dailies are done. Time is an evil mistress.
Chuck Pace © 2007