Done!

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Watering the lawn is actually a lot of work.  I have two sprinklers, and about two hundred, possibly fifty more yet, yards of hoses to move.  It's... quite a tow.  I moved each sprinkler and it's share of the house six times, and about fifty to a hundred feet each time.  It's not the most brutal work, but it does begin to weigh on a guy.  But, it's good to have the lawn watered.  I kept thinking water would be happening daily, for a while, but it just didn't.  We got a heavy rain, a few light rains.  And, then, unusual to normalcy as I had learned it, it just up and absolutely stopped.  So... back to watering.

The city has cut from 20k to 10k gallons a month.  I am not sure how much overuse is.  I should ask, some morning.  Now that I have the city site bookmarked, calling in should be easy enough.  Oh, it's not important, to me.  But I would like to know.  And this gives them something different to do, without being a big fuss or interfering with their real tasks.  I'll check Monday, or when I remember.  Plus, it's always nice to speak with a woman.  Well... sometimes.  :p

The corn was fantastic, again.  I haven't had fresh corn on the cob in... years.  Just half a dozen tonight.  I might just keep that batch, and have three a day, ever few days.  Other than what I would like to hand out, the rest will be shucked, cobbed, and frozen.  Hmm, not enough cobs to keep, really.  But they used to use those for burning, in the winter, and for... well... when the Sear's magazine was out!  Seriously.  Or, so I have heard.  Never can be sure, though.  Some old timers tell very tall tales.

Oh, the fellow I bought these from was telling me someone was looking for the biggest corn.  Didn't end up buying.  As an Iowa corn eater, from youth to nearly old age, and now a Utahan, I'll tell you, smaller, for sweet corn, is usually the best.  Oh, I have eaten bigger corn.  Generally that is what we called field corn.  And, there were times, when that used to be in season, and was okay.  But it wasn't sweet corn.

Now, one doesn't dare eat field corn.  I'm not even sure it is safe for cattle.  It's pretty much just prechemical stuff.  Used, poorly, for fuel.  Used as rough livestock feed.  Definitely used for sweetener (if really not better or worse than sugar).  And who knows what else they are trying to make it into, chemicalwise.  But I wouldn't eat field corn today on a bet.  Even at what should be it's prime.  Still, your dollar, your belly.

But that corn is something else.  I had feared they wouldn't have good sweetcorn here, in Utah.  At least up here in the north, they have it.  And every bit as good as Iowa corn.  It might be slightly rarer, not as many do it.  But, those who do produce some fine sweet corn.  Now, if mom would just help me know how to store it.  She has tried dozens of ways, and finally came to a decision.  I just can't remember.  But, I thought, she just cobbed it, bagged it in meal portions, then froze it.  Nothing fancy.  I think.  I'll find out soon enough.

It's bedtime, but I can't crawl in.  I have to relax a bit, and digest some of this corn.  It's a pleasant night, down to 53 last I looked.  But dry as a bone.  The hydrometer was reading "lo", even in here.  Until watering.  Now it is reading 23%.  But, just because there are fans on, and the lawn has been so well watered.

Well.  On to bed, shortly.  Goodnight.