This is a special picture for all my old Barrow friends who follow my blog. I know you’ll remember Fran. She served the best Mexican food north of the Arctic Circle and did it with flare for over thirty years. She’s still alive and kicking as this shot shows when I visited her recently. Don’t tell her I posted a picture with her hair looking a little messed. I’ll never hear the end of it.
Thank you Sandra Hopson(!) Stuermer for my beautiful new parka, just in time for the holiday season. And what a stunning ruff. She was taught by the best.
My brother (standing) and my Uncle Joe in his beer store circa 1970/80 something. This is currently hanging in the best specialty beer store in Newark, Delaware. Called The Delaware Growler (48 East Main Street Newark, DE 19711 302-454-7695), you won’t find a greater selection of those little beer breweries that people into beer really like. And if you go there, you’ll see the original of this stunning picture showing two things… that selling beer is simply in our blood and my brother should not sport a mustache.
I just spent two days trying to find my laptop computer that I put away when I got my iPad for reasons unknown. Now I’m traveling East and need it to be able to work while I’m back there. I searched high and lo, in every reasonable place a normal person might put their laptop. I finally found it on the floor of my closet under a pile of clothes due to go to charity. I don’t remember putting it there and I sure as hell can’t think of why.
Yep, old age is going to be an exciting journey
Here’s the sentence that blew my mind last week, and it had nothing to do with Don Young being re-elected. An article about marijuana legalization stated that support for legalization was dropping and had reached a low of 51%. Who ever thought I’d live long enough to find the bottom line of approval on pot legalization being above half?
How did we get from a time when pot was the devil’s weed to a time when common sense prevailed? Society finally seems ready to put old prejudices away and deal with pot in a realistic and functional manner.
As someone
I just don’t understand why the dog who snores the loudest is the one who feels compelled to climb up onto the pillow and curl up closest to my ear. I end up with dreams of storms and bombs.
As I suspected, Captain’s head is more resilient than most would imagine. His little oowie, bestowed on him by his cage mate when he got too… hmmm, how shall I put this?… amorous, is healing nicely and he may even get some feathers back in the little hole. Though she seemed to have taken enough flesh to cause a permanent bald spot, that doesn’t seem to be happening. This morning he tried to get to her veggie dish to see if there were pomegranate seeds there before she got to her snap peas. She turned on him in an instant
Why is it, despite the fact that I haven’t worked in an office or for anyone but myself for almost 15 years, that I find Monday mornings so hard on getting my motor started? I mean, if I didn’t have a calendar in front of me or friends who worked, I wouldn’t even know what day it was. Yet on Monday mornings, rolling out of bed is more of a chore than any other day of the week.
I brought one of my parrots, Captain, to the vet along with his cagemate, a bare eyed cockatoo named CB, for their quarterly mani/pedi. Both have beaks issues that need addressing with a Dremel and while we’re there, I figure they might as well get a pedi too. As the vet examined Captain, he commented on the wound on Captain’s head. “What wound?” asked his obviously caring and keen eyed mom. “Why the one where a piece of his scalp is missing” sais the (used to be my favorite until he discovered my short comings) vet. And there it was
Looks like I will be able to legally purchase pot before I die. Who’d have ever thunk?