monkery music vault

Music from the library. Couldn't do what I wanted to, but still managed to up the list. Google and I don't seem to understand each other. 6 hours of me'holiday wasted. Sorry about the funky digits in the text, Google and the Parti Quebecois agree on apostrophes. Still... quite a list.
this should be a link:

https://sites.google.com/site/themonkeryvault/

My moroccan tomato is finally furrying up

Jus Checkin' in

just leavin' a note to keep this active

April musing

Thought I'd post something just to keep the blog alive. Blogger has been shutting down sites without updates as well as sites that offer free downloading, like all the ones I visit.

Not Dun Yet?

OK. So I have no patience for real world physics or chemistry. It's bin 2 hours of drainin'! Rather than do an all-niter, I might throw da bucket out side in da cold, and scrape da goodie in da mornin'... maybe not.... It's only 6pm....

November musings

So...and so and so. What a summer...cold enough in the spring and fall to freeze the balls off a brass monk(y). Rain for 24 days in a row in da middle. Well, not so much actual water, just no sun, in my particular eco-system. Da garden didn't know whether to shit or go blind(blonda).

Da zukes thought they were in heaven, tomats thought they were Macintosh, and everyting else was just bedraggled(which is a word).

Needless to say, harvest was sketchy. The slugs got most of the decoratives, the vermin got half of the veggies. No visit from da goblins this year, but weather and some untimely (and paranoid) late pruning caused the babies to try to kiss the sky (more paranoia) before makin' pretty tings (way over the fence!).

Wild Ting got done early (let's cum and get outta here). Satties were always a smarter plant than Indies.

The hail helped hasten Big Blue's demise and early trip to the table. Splittin' er in half, like a sick movie.

 Korna was next when she tried to pull herself out of the ground and fly closer to the sun. Gotcha!

Miss Pretty was the last survivor. Sacrificed to the Weather Seer, who's snow forcast, deemed disaster.

All tolled, not great, but enuf stuff. Three quarter lobo, and 3 in trim. A cookie experiment was to follow, disappointing for all the right reasons (no longer in da conk). Today is Aroma Day, paste as some say. Iss lookin' gud!

Da water shall find her way, even if all da hole'seem block (dat's a good ting). Time's not measured in nanoseconds on dis planet. Update when I dun.

the corner chair, in the corner