No snow yet, good

Had a busy ten-hour workday yesterday. But then I went to the farm! Vegetable Man had a mum for me, a pale yellow one. Also I brought home some tomatoes, cucumbers and squash. It was quite late when I got home and my son didn’t ask me what I’d been doing, this time!

I love the farm and it’s neat to see it taking shape from the dreams and talk of over a decade ago. I remember when Vegetable Man had planned out a pond, in the middle of brush and swamp grass—and now there is a beautiful pond with ducks and geese on it (sometimes). And lots of large gardens with a farmer’s dream, sandy soil. I have clay soil with rocks, here, and it isn’t great for gardening.

Of course Vegetable Man is harvesting his vegetables because of night frosts. Today, again, we are predicted to get slushy snow. We actually haven’t gotten any yet despite several predictions of snow. But one of these days we will get some because it’s been so cold and windy.

I’m not sure if I’m glad or not that it's Thursday. On one hand it's good that the weekend is nearing. But it also means I'm running out of time to get everything done before our convention. And I'll be gone from home a week, working long hours. Well, anyway, have a great Thursday!

from my E-mail
Signs that you are Webbed Out...

Your opening line is, "So what's your home page address?"

Your best friend is someone you have never met.

You are overcome with disbelief, anger and finally depressed when you encounter a Web page with no links.

You are driving on a dark and rainy night when you hydroplane on puddle, sending your car careening toward the flimsy guard rail that separates you from the precipice of a rocky cliff and death. You look for the "Back" button.

Your dog has his own Web page.

So does your hamster.

... And the No. top sign that you have overdosed on the WWW:

When you read a magazine, you have an irresistible urge to click on the underlined passages.