Weather is in subject line, whereas it just as well could have been @#$%^&*. Boise newspaper relies on the weather bureau for weather news, and so do the television stations, in spite of the fact that they each have two or three "meteorologists" from the Gone-with-the-Wind school of weather forecasting and diploma mill. (When one says "I wasn't here last week because I was getting my meteorology degree," you have a clue.) Five day forecasts haven't shown anything less than 42 degrees, and night before last we had two hours before dusk when it was announced they expected a low temp of 33. Last night it dropped to 28. A friend came up Saturday and picked ripe tomatoes for me. Chuck thought she was going to take them home, but she hates tomatoes. He had several boxes stacked on and around the family room sofa, and when she left he started complaining about what we were going to do with the tomatoes. I had heard the next door neighbors' grandchildren playing in the yard, so called and asked if their mother were still there and if she would like to can tomatoes. "Grandma" said she'd like to can, and so would her two daughters. She and her husband drove over, backing their car into the driveway so the trunk could be loaded. When here, Deb (the tomato picker) also picked some hot chiles, cucumbers, etc., for her own use. Before the 33 degree night, Chuck picked all of the ripening tomatoes he could see in the failing light, and picked some 'hot chocolate' chiles that had overwintered in the greenhouse in an effort to get some fruit. Guys who had previously picked hot chiles had missed those, and I wanted to save seeds from them. They'll ripen off the bush. He also rescued all of the sweet peppers. I had asked him to set up the back-and-forth sprinkler so he could turn on the water early in the morning (it's coldest just before dawn, and he arises by 5 a.m.). He did that, but misremembered how to hook it up, and it didn't work right, hooked up to the sprinkling system. Had he used the hose from the house faucet, it would have worked and we could have saved some huge green tomatoes. Now we have a garden of mush.He did find some Crystal Apple cucumbers last evening, and picked some reddening tomatoes that were protected by upper foliage. But the bottom line is that I'm thoroughly disgusted with the weather bureau AND the seven-day meteorologists. Who started using that F word this month, anyway? Margaret L