I read court decision after court decision, my eyes blur and my mind wanders out the window. I hear Karen hammering while she works on the turkey barn. The sliding door she made, and Adam and I helped her hang yesterday, is impressive (see her blog for yesterday, May 6, 2010, "Barn Door," at http://holesinmyjeans-kpannabecker.blogspot.com/).
I've got work to do, food to plant, and here I am stuck indoors. "What a putz," you probably say (that's about it for my Yiddish vocabulary), as I take time out to post a blog entry.
Speaking of vocabulary, I defriended a real putz yesterday, on Facebook. I'm allowed to call him a real putz because he has called me worse. It's scary how much I've learned in the few months I've been on Facebook. I learned that "friend" is now a verb. Next, I added the term "defriended." Sensitive idiot that I am, I was pleased to learn that the defriended person does not receive any notice of defriending, so folks with hundreds of friends may not even notice the defriendship, but a defriending may come as a shock to those with only a few friends. Now, I have a chance to "refriend" if the mood hits me, except Facebook won't allow me to refriend. The only way back is to friend again.
Let's turn, now, toward something I find more rewarding that online social networking. My peas have begun to bloom, which means meals are soon to follow.
"Get out of my way, please," says a King of the Garden lima bean.
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