Thought I’d try something almost healthy and tasty. Made chili with ground lamb. Waste of good lamb. Once the chili flavoring is mixed in, it could be ground paper and it would all taste the same.
Scribblings
I guess they think they’ll melt
The minute the first drop of rain hits, my dogs boycott the outdoors completely. This means changing puppy pads in my home about ten times a day. There seems to be no convincing them to just go out anyway and get a little wet. I believe the term I’m looking for here is PRIMA DONNAS!
Strange season
It’s August and I still have no ripe raspberries on my bushes. I thought all the sun in May would have encouraged a bumper crop. Clearly I know nothing about raising things… animals, vegetables, fruits or otherwise.
To all those who found the birds more than they could handle
OK, I’m finally going to do it. Going to move the upstairs birds downstairs so that I have one bird room only. This frees my living room and dining room for screech free dinner parties and tv viewing. You may all thank me by refraining from snide comments about how long it has taken to reach this decision.
Futon giveaway
I am giving away a double bed futon in excellent shape to the first person who shows up at the door with a truck and enough manpower to move it out the door. Totally free. First come, first serve. Contact me through this website if you’re interested.
It’s getting closer
The temps are dropping lower at night. There are some stray leaves appearing on my lawn. Fall is approaching and that means it may soon be cold enough for me to venture out of my house again and into the great outdoors. I can’t wait to wave goodby to summer… or, at least, what passes for summer here.
This is how you know you are old
You know you’re old when your competition with your cousins and siblings center around who had the better quarterly or annual report from whatever specialist is dealing with whatever chronic disease old age has inflicted on them as opposed to debating who got more wasted over the weekend or who picked up the hotter date. The only possible exception to this rule is my cousin Joe, and he knows why.
Just a reminder to all you Alaska fisherpeople out there
Bird TLC takes donations of all kinds of fish except fish that has been processed in some fashion. We are especially looking for some hooligan to stash away for the winter. Some of our injured eagles come in preferring hooligan to all else. Go figure.
And to any hunters, we also take donations of red meat for our raptors except for any that has been processed into sausage or hot links, etc. Rabbits and squirrels also appreciated.
Our new address is 7800 King Street. That’s north of Dimond on King between Dimond and 76th.
As always, the birds and I
Meet Angel
She was part dog, part cow. She stood high to your thigh and could knock you over with her insistence on being close enough to not lose you. She loved nothing more than being with her family. Unless it was when she got to walk Elaine. She’d let Elaine think she was in charge because she was holding the leash. But everyone knew that Angel was really the one in charge. Walking her gave Elaine all the aerobic exercise she needed on any given day. Thanks to a lady named Bessie, who found her abandoned in a parking lot, Angel
Just to continue annoying my cousin Joe
After annoying him for a lifetime, it’s nice to know I haven’t lost my touch. So this dog picture is just for you, Joe. Because I know it’s what you live for.
In this lovely photo, Carm (playing the part usually assigned to my sister Judy) is trying to pull a recalcitrant Snowy (usually played by me) through the fun of an afternoon walk in the sun. Neither Snowy nor I like the sun. And once Snowy has put his butt down, Carm has no better chance of moving him than my sister does of getting me to do her