I thought it would be easy but apparently it's not. I'm trying anyway, and in pots that do not get full sun. We gardener types like to try impossible things. So I bought two kinds of heirloom watermelon seeds that make round sweet basketball size watermelons, just to see what happens. They're already started inside, germinated and formed their first true leaves. I expect they'll grow beyond their pots and creep across the balcony floor as other plants do, so their pots will be loaded with other things, foliage plants, vegetables and flowers that grow upward and outward but otherwise stay put.
I think the man's name is Luke. And he kneels in that position for 9 minutes. If I did that, I'd harden in the position and need a crowbar to straighten myself out and it would hurt like the dickens.
If I saw little watermelons growing out there it would encourage me to keep watering everyday late through the season like a Babylonian slave water-boy. The packages say ninety days but I think it will take longer than that and I'm not expecting great results.
But a that time I could hardly walk into backyard where it was planted.
It was ridiculous. The lumps in yard threw off my balance.
I gave my landlord a tiny plant to transplant. I couldn't do this myself. The guy was like 88 years old and he treated the seedling like the only living thing on earth. I was standing watching him kneeling to dig a little hole and set the plant in it. His hands were ancient. That picture of his hands cupping the seedling is seared into my memory. I'll never forget how tenderly the old man planted the seedling and watered it in.
Then he carelessly mowed it over. I'm assuming. I never went back out there again. At the time it was too much trouble for me to walk on unsteady surface.
Incidentally, I fell today. Big time. In the hallway I tripped on my own shoes. I was going down. All was lost. But instead I slammed sideways into the wall. HARD! The whole wall rattled. I scrapped against the wall going down and my two canes blocked a full fall to the carpet. It was a full trip, but a half fall. It was a genuine loss of balance and a real fall.
And I started laughing.
Recalling the new doctor asking me if I fall, and if so then how many times a year.
I cracked up.
A better question is how many times a day. The thing is, I fall into furniture into the sofa, into chairs, into the bed, onto a table, into walls, into a car, bang into furniture, slap into the countertops without actually hitting the floor.
Do I have to hurt myself for it to count? Do I have to spill something? Do I have to hit the floor for it to count? If I take out a display rack at King Soopers and spill product all over the place, but don't actually hit the floor, and don't get hurt, but find myself in the middle of a broken display rack and smashed potato chips, does that count? I don't know how to count the falls. I lose balance constantly. It's part of my existence. And it alarms people around me. I'm a hazard.
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Did you ever force such round melons to grow in square boxes like the Japanese do?
No. I only tried once and it failed.
But a that time I could hardly walk into backyard where it was planted.
It was ridiculous. The lumps in yard threw off my balance.
I gave my landlord a tiny plant to transplant. I couldn't do this myself. The guy was like 88 years old and he treated the seedling like the only living thing on earth. I was standing watching him kneeling to dig a little hole and set the plant in it. His hands were ancient. That picture of his hands cupping the seedling is seared into my memory. I'll never forget how tenderly the old man planted the seedling and watered it in.
Then he carelessly mowed it over. I'm assuming. I never went back out there again. At the time it was too much trouble for me to walk on unsteady surface.
Incidentally, I fell today. Big time. In the hallway I tripped on my own shoes. I was going down. All was lost. But instead I slammed sideways into the wall. HARD! The whole wall rattled. I scrapped against the wall going down and my two canes blocked a full fall to the carpet. It was a full trip, but a half fall. It was a genuine loss of balance and a real fall.
And I started laughing.
Recalling the new doctor asking me if I fall, and if so then how many times a year.
I cracked up.
A better question is how many times a day. The thing is, I fall into furniture into the sofa, into chairs, into the bed, onto a table, into walls, into a car, bang into furniture, slap into the countertops without actually hitting the floor.
Do I have to hurt myself for it to count? Do I have to spill something? Do I have to hit the floor for it to count? If I take out a display rack at King Soopers and spill product all over the place, but don't actually hit the floor, and don't get hurt, but find myself in the middle of a broken display rack and smashed potato chips, does that count? I don't know how to count the falls. I lose balance constantly. It's part of my existence. And it alarms people around me. I'm a hazard.
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