Today, I planted cloves from two of the three giant heads of garlic that I ordered. I failed to realize how many cloves there would be and how much space would be required. I need to work up more soil before I can plant the remaining garlic.
The last of the green beans is in the freezer; it's been my best-ever year for beans.
The electric company sent a recorded message this afternoon to let me know that they will be replacing two power poles (that have been problematic for years) on Friday and have a planned SIX-HOUR outage on a day when it's supposed to hit 88 degrees. Most sources say food is safe for four hours, providing it doesn't get warmer than 40 degrees in the fridge. I can move freezer stuff into the chest freezer in the basement and hope the perishable fridge stuff will fit into my old camping cooler. Guess I survived all those years when we kept food in the Igloo cooler in the tent for days with some bagged ice.
Jim, the urn back slips into a slot, can't be pried open and won't slip up and out. I'm not sure I can do anything with the urn, unless I can pry off the personalized metal plaque on the front and maybe cut through the bottom panel, then repair the hole after I insert someone else's ashes when the time comes.
How can it already be October? Where is the time going??
