My Brown Thumb

I write a lot of stuff I turn around and delete because I couldn't resolve part of it. It's because of that I don't remember whether I've published some stuff and not other stuff. Some have told me I should publish it all and let God figure it out. Unfortunately, it's my readers that have to play God in order to make sense of what I've written. Sometimes, that's intentionally done. I attempt to write FOR people who don't need much information to jump to valid conclusions.

The above paragraph shows the influence of the latest book I've been reading called Blink. It's about making decisions in the blink of an eye, and how, at times, and especially significant times, that's the only way to derive a conclusion you'll ultimately be happy with. Trivial events take much more pondering.

I'm a little disappointed in this book. The last two sentences above pretty much tell the tale. There's not much more to it than using less information for big decisions and more informations for less significant decisions. The first edition of the book must have been some time ago, because the paperback version I bought at the Detroit airport has at least six prologs where he attempts to put more meat on the idea's bones.

I just went outside to prop the storm door on the south side of the house open so I can get a breeze through the door opening. It's in the low nineties, and the humidity is still very high from yesterday's tropical storm Hanna passing through. There is still some static electricity in the air that interferes with the wireless digital TV signal the government is changing over to. I'm getting less, not more outta this deal.

Since I had to go behind the fig tree to prop the door open, I decided to take a looksee if there was a ripe fig left. Miraculously, there was, and I didn't have to look too hard for it either. Of course, it wasn't as ripe as I would have liked, but if it had of been sugary sweet, the birds or the bugs would have already made off with it. All the remaining green fruit is on the new sprouts from last year. They extended the fruiting season by a couple or three weeks at least. Still, there is only a couple of figs each day at best now. The boom fig days are over.

The cuttings I did this last season all died. The commercial cutting I bought at Lowe's is barely alive, and the remaining leaves look dried up and shrunken. This has been discouraging. Hardly anything I plant lives very long. Sometime not even the full first season. I got one more trick up my sleeve for the fig tree/bush. I'm gonna lay some of the new shoots in a trench in the ground and hold them there with bricks. Some people swear by this method. If it doesn't work for me, I'm giving up.

I think I just experienced 'roid rage although I took the last of the steroid pills a couple of days ago. It was about something that happened many years ago. Somebody I trusted nearly got me put in Mexican prison through sheer carelessness, but today he bragged that I was merely his dupe, and that he was using me without compassion. Tempers flared. I stopped myself. I didn't want to. It was colorful, but nobody got hurt. Some things never change.