Sadlsor
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The feast at Tom and Beth's was a success, two of their three grown sons were present, with their lady-folk. Beth used to own and run a swanky upscale "tea house" i guess you'd call it, with home made everything she served. Called it the Blue Willow. I would call it a restaurant, but maybe that doesn't convey the feeling of exclusivity she enjoyed. All this to say, she's a fabulous cook.
Sorry, Ray, everyone was talking about food, so I skipped right past the gratitude portion of my morning letter. So before I'm further distracted by all the voices and their thoughts scrambled in my head, thanks for your coffee contribution this morning.
Now that my moral obligations are up to date, I'll mention as Roz and I arrived, there were three different charcuterie boards with tasty cheese, meats and pickles and fruit. It took me seven years to learn how to say "charcuterie", and it may take another four years to learn how to spell it. I'm not going to look it up, I'm just not. Patty can jump in to help me if she feels inclined.
But the weird thing about it is, one of the meats was a sausage, pointed out to me as venison. To me, that means deer meat, so I helped myself, knowing I like to eat deer. But it was AWFUL! I tried a second piece, thinking something was wrong with the first, but it was equally AWFUL. It held together on the plate, but in my mouth it had the consistency of pudding, and did not taste good to me. Shocked and surprised, I left the rest of it alone. What the hell just happened?
The good thing that came out of that was, Beth's son Michael has some deer antlers at his house, and only lives an hour from me. Wherever I go, and whoever I meet, I'll always ask if they know any deer hunters and if they have any antlers they don't want. For the price of these things at retail pet stores, it's like buying bitcoin... it's outrageous what they charge. Kaiser will gnaw a 12in, 3 prong antler down to a 3in shard in about a week. (I take it away from him when they get to be a swallow / choke hazard.)
Next, weather. I didn't finish reading the posts in today's coffee thread outside with my coffee, as it's my habit, due to the 36° ambient frigidity, so i came back inside to write this, like a coward. Or like a true southerner, you decide. Won't get to 50° today, guess we'll drive to work for Kaiser's sake... I'll have to figure out just how much wind chill he can take, because his trailer is not wired for heated jackets, and building a fire back there just seems like a really bad idea.
Lastly... ukulele. (Forgot to mention this yesterday.) We've seen Paul McCartney live 3 times - yeah Roz is THE Beatles fan - and once or twice he played Something (the song name, don't get cute, you know what i mean) on the uke. Apparently, George Harrison was a HUGE fan of the pint-sized island guitar (that's how I view the uke, anyway), but if so I have to wonder why I'm not aware of any famous recordings of him with one? Of course, we all know that George wrote "Something" about Patti Boyd, who he stole from Eric Clapton. I may or may not recall Paul at one of his concerts, tell us that George wrote the song on a ukulele. That sticks in my mind, for some reason.
Good grief, it's time to go to work, and I still haven't hauled the garbage to the curb for pickup. If there's anything else I was supposed to post here, it's been shouted down by the caucaphany between my ears, so I don't remember.
I blame that on Wednesday's haircut, my first in 3 years, because before when it was longer, it muffled their noise and they weren't quite the distraction. Is it just me?
Sorry, Ray, everyone was talking about food, so I skipped right past the gratitude portion of my morning letter. So before I'm further distracted by all the voices and their thoughts scrambled in my head, thanks for your coffee contribution this morning.
Now that my moral obligations are up to date, I'll mention as Roz and I arrived, there were three different charcuterie boards with tasty cheese, meats and pickles and fruit. It took me seven years to learn how to say "charcuterie", and it may take another four years to learn how to spell it. I'm not going to look it up, I'm just not. Patty can jump in to help me if she feels inclined.
But the weird thing about it is, one of the meats was a sausage, pointed out to me as venison. To me, that means deer meat, so I helped myself, knowing I like to eat deer. But it was AWFUL! I tried a second piece, thinking something was wrong with the first, but it was equally AWFUL. It held together on the plate, but in my mouth it had the consistency of pudding, and did not taste good to me. Shocked and surprised, I left the rest of it alone. What the hell just happened?
The good thing that came out of that was, Beth's son Michael has some deer antlers at his house, and only lives an hour from me. Wherever I go, and whoever I meet, I'll always ask if they know any deer hunters and if they have any antlers they don't want. For the price of these things at retail pet stores, it's like buying bitcoin... it's outrageous what they charge. Kaiser will gnaw a 12in, 3 prong antler down to a 3in shard in about a week. (I take it away from him when they get to be a swallow / choke hazard.)
Next, weather. I didn't finish reading the posts in today's coffee thread outside with my coffee, as it's my habit, due to the 36° ambient frigidity, so i came back inside to write this, like a coward. Or like a true southerner, you decide. Won't get to 50° today, guess we'll drive to work for Kaiser's sake... I'll have to figure out just how much wind chill he can take, because his trailer is not wired for heated jackets, and building a fire back there just seems like a really bad idea.
Lastly... ukulele. (Forgot to mention this yesterday.) We've seen Paul McCartney live 3 times - yeah Roz is THE Beatles fan - and once or twice he played Something (the song name, don't get cute, you know what i mean) on the uke. Apparently, George Harrison was a HUGE fan of the pint-sized island guitar (that's how I view the uke, anyway), but if so I have to wonder why I'm not aware of any famous recordings of him with one? Of course, we all know that George wrote "Something" about Patti Boyd, who he stole from Eric Clapton. I may or may not recall Paul at one of his concerts, tell us that George wrote the song on a ukulele. That sticks in my mind, for some reason.
Good grief, it's time to go to work, and I still haven't hauled the garbage to the curb for pickup. If there's anything else I was supposed to post here, it's been shouted down by the caucaphany between my ears, so I don't remember.
I blame that on Wednesday's haircut, my first in 3 years, because before when it was longer, it muffled their noise and they weren't quite the distraction. Is it just me?
