Rocky Will Be Gone. Who among us– that would now be Mr. Big Food & I– is gong to substitute for Rocky?
but I guess we’ll have to ramp it up a notch. We don’t have much time. My thinking is that they are eventually going to be together in the whole house and so she needs to learn how to settle down with him. We’ve made great progress on this front. The trick is figuring out
at “one” time. I think I need to adjust the shutter speed, or something. It is remarkable how far they’ve come in just five weeks, given my ignorance of the principles of obedience training, etc. Suzy has begun to wag her tail in situations where tail-wagging would be appropriate. There are two alternative hypotheses for
Dang it! I was so excited by the chicken that I forgot to take a photograph of the (homegrown, fresh) carrot, artichoke, etc. fritatta. On the way home this evening, Mr. Big Food asked me what we had in the way of dried herbs. We talked about the dried basil, dried celery leaves, etc., from
and we thought that was a unique opportunity for them to learn. They did very well. They pretty much follow me around, and they have associated prolonged good behavior in the kitchen with tasty rewards. And they were rewarded. You should have seen Rocky! He was on his best behavior. We will miss Rocky, the
This is some public school that’s across the street from where we stayed recently. The blue skies are betraying. But when we pulled in to check in, and got checked in, Mr. Big Food and I both remarked that the building reminded us of some in Bucharest.
Where do I begin? At the beginning, so not necessarily in order of importance. I think I could make some claim about what it means to be a flower bed, and that this “bed” did not qualify as a flower bed, but that aside, I take issue with “beautiful.” The pansies were infested with aphids.
Late this morning, someone at High Noon Café in Jackson, Mississippi made me one of the best grilled cheese sandwiches– I chose the real cheese option– I’ve ever had. I am not keen on consuming “certified” “organically” “pure” foodstuff just because the stuff has a rubber stamp (thankfully no longer made from a rubber tree)
after reading the NASCAR post, here are the lyrics from the theme song to The Dukes of Hazard, by Waylon Jennings. Just the good ol’ boys, Never meanin’ no harm, Beats all you’ve ever saw, been in trouble with the law since the day they was born. Straight’nin’ the curve, Flat’nin’ the hills. Someday the
NASCAR has banned the General Lee from a lap in the Sprint Cup parade. A sad day in The South’s history: Ben Jones, who played mechanic “Cooter” Davenport and is a former Georgia congressman, blasted NASCAR’s decision in a statement. Said Jones: “At a time when tens of millions of Americans are honoring their Union and
The clock tower as seen from The Bowl. Where there is charity and wisdom there is neither fear nor ignorance. — St Francis of Assisi Teach, learn, and play at Millsaps College in Jackson, Mississippi.
EASTERN EUROPEANS FIGHT FOR INTERNET FREEDOM: A grassroots protest movement erupted last month in Poland and spread quickly across the former Eastern Bloc and beyond. The growing opposition against the Anti-Counterfeiting Trade Agreement, or ACTA, has raised questions about the fate of the treaty, which is important to the governments of the United States and
In the psychology literature, “they” now use patients’ initials, with no punctuation, to talk about people. “They” didn’t used to use initials. Everyone knows who Pheneas Gage is. No one– very few– knows who HM is. Arthur. Leland. Morton. is not going to be in Memphis. And he wasn’t here for Thanksgiving, either. ALM Syndrome.
We’ll be test driving the conversion of 51/67 cds — or something like that– of the Redneck Collection onto Mr. Big Food’s mp3 player while we go to Jackson, Oxford, and Memphis in the next week.
Still trundling along Much as I love the Old Girl, Suzy lacks the requisite characteristics to be described as an Excellent Dog. But she is a Good Dog. She doesn’t have a malicious bone in her under-calcified old body. She eats like a little horse (just slower). I have to be very careful about
I’ve been spending a lot of time in the Front Pasture. But it wasn’t until this afternoon that I knew we had a population of Eastern red bats in the Front Pasture. Unfortunately, I was not carrying my camera. But it was fun, remembering how to be a keen observer. “Wing” motion. “Wing” shape. Color.
There are no pictures. It just happened. Rocky got called. Out. Of. The. Game. In his box– not his room, his box. Mr. Big Food commented as this was all going on, “He’s just going to tear up that room.” And I said, “That’s why he’s going in his box.” And he said, “Good call.”
Just back from Oxford Town and That School Up North (TSUN). Fun as always except for the New Jersey drivers. Before we left for the Farm, we had a drink upstairs at City Grocery with the TSUN gang. Which reminds me… . My new issue of Garden & Gun came at some point in my
And no, that’s not a misspelling. It’s emerging from the pea that’s circled.
Citation information below By now you’ve heard about the little kid who walked to work carried her lunch to pre-school only to be forced to eat a school lunch because her mom did not pack a vegetable in her lunch (banana & fruit juice but no veggie). If you don’t know what I’m talking about,