I still can't post. A pointed stick is the only known defense against a banana. I have done a lot of wondering about the Big Bang and am sure that I have accumulated a lot of misinformation. Supposedly, before the Big Bang, there was no time and there was no space. The time part makes sense. If there is no movement at all, there shouldn't be time. Another thought is that as the speed of light is approached, time stops. So photons shouldn't age or degrade. Maybe they should be called botoxons. No space is a concept I cannot grasp. There had to be space. Where would God keep the pots? If space is constantly expanding as the red shift suggests, what is it expanding into? Yesterday was tomatoe sauce, one gallon of it. I also made the meatballs. Thank you Lidia, the meatball recipe is wonderful as usual. Life has settled down to a comfortable routine. Cooking, cleaning, walking, and reading. This weekend I will transplant the seedlings. I controlled the urge to have fifty tomatoe plants. There are only twelve to transplant. The problem will be the twenty basil plants. There is no substitute for fresh basil but it is expensive in the grocery store. I wonder if I can freeze it. Life has gotten very easy. The song "Ease on down the road " comes to mind.
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I still can't post. A pointed stick is the only known defense against a banana.
I have done a lot of wondering about the Big Bang and am sure that I have accumulated a lot of misinformation. Supposedly, before the Big Bang, there was no time and there was no space. The time part makes sense. If there is no movement at all, there shouldn't be time. Another thought is that as the speed of light is approached, time stops. So photons shouldn't age or degrade. Maybe they should be called botoxons. No space is a concept I cannot grasp. There had to be space. Where would God keep the pots? If space is constantly expanding as the red shift suggests, what is it expanding into?
Yesterday was tomatoe sauce, one gallon of it. I also made the meatballs. Thank you Lidia, the meatball recipe is wonderful as usual. Life has settled down to a comfortable routine. Cooking, cleaning, walking, and reading. This weekend I will transplant the seedlings. I controlled the urge to have fifty tomatoe plants. There are only twelve to transplant. The problem will be the twenty basil plants. There is no substitute for fresh basil but it is expensive in the grocery store. I wonder if I can freeze it. Life has gotten very easy. The song "Ease on down the road " comes to mind.
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