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21 quarts of greenbeans last weekend, how many today?

Listening to:	TWiT
Reading:	believing brain
Weather:	beany

This hot, sticky weather is wearing my ass out. But the beans won't wait. And I want some pints (it's nice to have a pint when you just want some beans and don't see eating an entire quart within the next few days). Of course pints cut your canner load volume in half - you can only fit 7 jars in the footprint of the canner, and it doesn't care if they are quarts or pints. So pints means two canner loads for the same volume of beans. I suspect we'll do a load of quarts first and see how beat and sweaty we are before deciding on jar sizes for load 2.

Too mundane for your reading pleasure? Probably. But this blog is a journal of sorts that I use to look back on, so sometimes I bore myself almost on purpose to enter data for lata.

Little black kitten who periodically appears and hangs out on my porch likes Meow Mix. Still won't let me pet her (him?)

I'm trying to avoid getting overwhelmed by the antifracking movement. It's necessary, and appears to be having some effectiveness, but like the hot sticky weather is wearing my ass out.

Amy Winehouse is dead. I feel sorry for her mom. Looks like addiction was wearing her ass out.

The looming frack attack is making me think of the Dust Bowl. Someday we'll look back on the green grass growing fields of today and wish it weren't just dust.

Dust Bowl Children – Peter Rowan

Papa’s name was Hannibal, Mama was Hanna-Mariah.
Everything we owned got all burned up in the great depression fire
Strip mines and one crop farming drained the green earth dry.
We lost it all till only love was left, and the one thing money can’t buy.

Yeah we’re all Dust Bowl Children
Singin’ the dust bowl song
Well, the crops won’t grow,
And the dust just blows

And the green fields are gone.
And the green grass growing fields are gone.

When the green fields are gone.
When the green grass growing fields are gone.

Well, they said in California, there’s work of every kind.
The only work that I got out there was waiting on a welfare line.
Once I had a dollar, once I had a dream.
Now all the work is being done by a big ole machine.

Yeah we’re all Dust Bowl Children
Singin’ the dust bowl song
Well, the crops won’t grow,
And the dust just blows

And the green fields are gone.
And the green grass growing fields are gone.

Let the green fields grow strong.
There’s a bluegrass revival going on.
Let the green fields grow strong,
There’s a grassroots revolution going on.

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