The long national nightmare had me feeling really down in despair, but last night a dream was realized when Barack Obama won the Democratic primary.  What a fine speech he gave!  My eyes were teary and my heart was full.  Anybody who reads my blog must know that I originally supported Hillary, with money and my vote in the primary, but as time went by, I soured on her for her vote to give Bush the authority to go to war (I forgave her that, but still..), then later, she kept putting her foot in her mouth, to say the least.  Finally, I began not to like her that much, and switched my allegiance to Obama, and I have not regretted that move.  Now I will muster what little money I can, and send it to Obama to help his campaign.  McCain seemed more like a "Wormtongue" last night; his speech sounded like he was trying to say HE was the real Barack Obama fighting for change, and Barack was the enemy.  And although Hillary is my second choice for president, she still gives me the willies for some reason.  I slept well last night.

Ah, but the brassicas!  They are:  bubbles brussels sprouts; nutribud, waltham and green goliath broccolis; mixed cabbages, cabbage babies and point one cabbages; broccoverde; and amazing and snowball cauliflowers.  They are doing remarkably well in their rain gutter trays in the greenhouse.  Not one has perished.  The greenhouse is the place to be!  And I love the smell of the greenhouse.  Today, I want to finish planting potatoes.  These are merely potatoes that sprouted in a bag in the kitchen, forgotten.  I have planted other potatoes, but these will be laid on top of the soil in a row, and covered with leaves and straw, so that no light gets through to them.  According to the book I read, they will make potatoes all over the place on top of the soil under there, as long as I keep them well covered.  And in fall, I will simply remove the straw and leaves and harvest potatoes without digging.  We will see.  Soon, it will be time to put out the tomato plants, which have become larger and stronger in the greenhouse. 

My well water is gradually clearing up, to the point that I have made chicken noodle soup and eaten some, and it is good.  I now know where my economic incentive money is going - to the well drilling people!  I'll have a few bucks left over, not much, but anything at all is good.