Tried to get out this morning before the heat came rolling in but it stayed hot all night so just sweated it out. Literally, sweated it out as I had to change clothes when I came in and put my sneakers out to dry. Picked a few tomatoes, three or four Ichiban eggplant, some NZ spinach, and a bit of chard. Still no edible gourds, don't know what's wrong with them. The gourds come on good, get about 4 inches long and as big around as a ballpoint pen and then fall off or shrivel up. The chiles are blooming like crazy and setting fruit but only a few are getting ready to use. The Large Cherry and Margaret's Rista Red are loaded with fruit and I hope they ripen soon. It's been so dry that the Thai Hots turn red and dry out the same day. I'm reduced to picking them at night. Picked a Burbank tomato today that weighed 1.5 lbs, didn't know they got that big. The raspberries are finally producing a few berries and I'm enjoying them. The blueberries are a bust this year, started out with lots of blooms and little berries but now they're disapearing fast. Don't know if the birds are getting them or if they're just dropping off. The fig tree is covered with fruit and I'm hoping for a good harvest as we are about out of fig jam, one of my favorites. I'm watering that tree with a soaker hose that runs 24/7 at a very slow seep. The fig tree seems to be thriving on it. Had a small ribeye steak that I grilled for dinner tonight, about 4 ounces. Did oink out and eat an entire Ichiban eggplant sliced down the middle, slathered with olive oil and garlic and grilled. Right tasty. Threw in a half cup of green beans and then had a cup of sugar free yoghurt for dessert about an hour later. Sleepy got to talk to Miz Anne tonight and that may have been a mistake. She heard her momma's voice and went nuts, dashing from door to door looking for her. She's finally calmed down and is taking a nap under my desk. Miz Anne is thoroughly enjoying her visit with her family in Maryland. Already they've been to Solomon's Island for crab, oyster, and clams, down to Richmond to visit "the girls." The girls are my 92-year old MIL's cousins and are both within six months of the MIL in age. Miz Anne said it was a hoot as she hadn't seen them in about 10 years. Well, better go check on that load of washing I'm running right now. This taking care of everything by myself convinces me I'll never be a bachelor again. <VBG> Life is good. Lonely George and Sleepy