I have a few questions.
- Are there any actual lyrics to "Turkey in the Straw?" The ice cream trucks that drive around our neighborhood play this song incessantly, and I'm pretty sure that the lyrics that run through my head are from some weird song I learned at summer camp. I have a hard time imagining anyone actually writing a song about pouring hot water up and down a little chickie's leg. But what do I know? (And what the hell were my completely not religious parents thinking when they sent me to a summer Hungarian religion camp, housed in an orphanage? The very first day of camp, the people running the place told us how much our parents had spent to send us there, and that all that money was non-refundable. So, we all lied, and told our families that we were having a great time. It was a truly horrible experience.)
- How will we know when our Green Sausage Tomatoes are ripe? Since they're green when mature, how will we know when to pick them?
- Why, since I'm on vacation from my job as a theatrical scenic painter, was I up at 7:30, painting our front steps. It looks terrible at the moment, because it needs a second coat. Either the UPS delivery dude stepped right over the "wet paint" barrier, or else he lobbed my new camera gear onto the porch. Thankfully this was not fragile gear, just new batteries.