Rocky,.... went into his room.

 I left for St. Louis, the 3rd of July, and came  back the 4th (happy b'day USA) to find the house in a state of disrepair that was sub-par, even for a  diehard bachelor like me.    I can't remember taking any drugs nor can I remember that I took the trashcan contents and decorated the kitchenfloor.   Did I try to snort oatmeal, or why is it on the kitchen counter?  
If it is not me, it must be the racoons.  I guess that with the chicken buffet closed for the season (yes really I still have a few) and no dogs at home the coons figure they might as well help themselves to desert, which would be fine if they at least did the dishes.  I am going to barricade myself in my bedroom tonight., it reminds me of a Hitchcock movie.  If only Soks and Rosie were around I would feel safer.
I keep thinking it is the weather and not my inherent limitations that make this gardening thing so cu- cumbersome.  Too wet, too dry, too hot, too cold, oh let's do another too wet for the hell of it.  Planted green beans, they sent up their periscopes, then it turned 90 and than 2 inches of rain, and then they decided they were not built for this kind of weather and just kind of pooched it.  I should have stayed in bed this year.  
The potatoes are safe as the bank of England, you put a pound in, you get a pound out, beats the stock market. 
Got a paycheck last week that I haven't hobbied away yet, but, I found a walk in cooler on Craigslist, 10  by 15, going to look at it tomorrow.  I am such an optimist, right now I could store all of the 15 acre crop in a lunchbox with a buck nineteen worth of ice, but noh.....  10 by 15.     If the thing works I think I may for a while move my bedroom in it,  cool and coon proof.  Ok, time to go and set some traps.  
Update:  Pede is smiling.   Made 4 traps for 10 dollars a piece, and they actually work.  Got  two coons trapped already, one next to the front door and one at the backdoor.  Think I'll have to go for a road trip and take em to Hermann.