Sorry for ignoring you folks for a couple of days. It's been a busy week so far for an old goat (some say that "goat" means "greatest of all times" - in all modesty I must object, but thanks for the thoughtπ).
Eight hours at the greenhouse working on the Lily project, followed by a couple of ryes, then dinner and to bed by 8 or 9. Three days in a row. Routine for an 87 year old, right? Every bone in my body aches!
But, we're more than 75% complete. Tomorrow should complete the planting.
Unfortunately, I'll only be there until coffee break. Then it's off to a luncheon at the Aberfoyle Mill with my golf buddies, including David (sorry Trillium Hill folks, but you'll do just fine. Sean's got it under control - he's the best).
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I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm more than a bit disturbed by Trump's comment about us becoming a 51st state. Domenic Leblanc chalks it up as a joke.
Hey Domenic, Trump doesn't know how to joke!
Have you ever imagined conversations about how you would react to different situations? I do. And here's how my conversation would have gone.
Trump: We could make you our 51st state.
Me: Go ahead stupid. We crushed you in 1812, we'll see how it goes next time.
Trump: It will be over in a day.
Me: That's what Putin said about the Ukraine three years ago. Good luck.
Trump: We're better than Russia.
Me: Ok stupid. You do realize that you'd also be fighting the U.K. and Australia right? We're part of the Commonwealth.
Trump: It would be over before they get here.
Me: Then we'll blow up the oil pipelines that are critical for your economy, and the Quebec Hydro lines that feed your northeast. And we'll stop sending Maple Syrup your way. You're toast my friend.
Isn't imagination wonderful?
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Relax. Stay well.