Confessions of a Tomato Thief

I am happy to report that I can hear again! I wasn't all that keen on tubes in my eardrums...... although my Dad assured me that it didn't hurt all that bad. He was in the room with Mama when they put a tube in hers. I am certain that my Dad felt no pain at all! Anyway the steroids have worked their magic and I have four more days of the drug therapy. Other than an upset stomach and loss of appetite (finally a side effect that is good for me!) I feel so much better.

The weather is still not cooperating with the current project. We need to trench sewer line for the dump station to service the new sites that have only electric and water. The ground is in a soggy state that is not conducive to digging with heavy equipment, but that is exactly what the next couple of days will have us doing. We are now full with all the full hook-up sites either occupied or reserved and on the way, so we really have no choice but to proceed with this.

Rained again this morning and didn't cool off a thing. The very air will take your breath and drench you in sweat in 20 minutes flat. One of our new tenants, Grady, had pointed out to love of my life that there were tomatoes growing on an empty site. Keep in mind that I have been feeling so crappy that I haven't ventured far from the main building lately. Drew was convinced that these tomatoes were left by a previous tenant and were big and ripe. I was doubtful that the tenant he was thinking of had left these tomatoes since he has been gone for more than a month. Not only that the tomatoes the long gone tenant had been growing were in one of those topsy turvy upside down planter....as seen on TV. The tomatoes in question were not in this contraption.

They were in a spot that was unoccupied.... and I must confess that I did indeed play party to the theft. Drew picked the luscious fruit and I held it in my t-shirt. I brought the tomatoes inside and was thinking about who I could share my bounty with. Of course I knew I would give some to Don, my tabbouleh making friend; but there was still a lot of tomato to eat. I put them aside and got busy with my day.


My first visitor to the store was Ed, a very nice guy. He had some mail and he looked a little non-plussed, so I asked if he needed anything else. "Somebody stole my tomatoes." says Ed. Yikes! I immediately blamed Drew, as he wasn't here to defend himself! I offered to give the man his tomatoes back, but he refused, telling me that he would have more and to keep them. I felt so bad that I confessed that I was also to blame.

When love of my life returned from buying sewer and water pipe I sent him to apologize to Ed along with the stolen tomatoes and a peace offering of a cake that I whipped up. Just a little one layer cake split to make two layers so I could make a raspberry jam filling and top it off with whipped cream. RV fridges are small and this would need to fit in. Also allowed me to make the other layer into a cake for Drew to soothe my guilt for laying all the blame on him initially.

When all is said and done it is Grady's fault! He is the one who pointed out the tomatoes! That's my story and I am sticking to it!