Good morning! Hope this finds you well.
It’s Friday night and the salads for the first Tailgate are chilling, the tea is made, the coolers are clean, and the corned beef and brisket are sliced– thanks to Kat– and so what else I’m I going to do? If you are among the randomly chosen readers who are seeing new content here, bless
That was back in the days when we did one (1) tailgate a year. For those, all we did was one main dish. It was a lot easier to get onto campus on Game Days back then and folks brought sides. That was then and this is now. Mr. Big Food has a nice relationship
Mr. Big Food cut the Southwest and Hidden Pastures yesterday. Dogs had a fabulous time! Scared up a covey of quail.
Have a good one!
It was a frigid 64° when I got up this morning. Refreshing. Making progress on the project that goes by the name, “Returning to the Civilized.” College football commences in earnest this evening and continues through the long weekend. Mr. Big Food is excited. As am I.
a tour of The Apartment! The new tenant, Dr. D, says he’s quite comfortable up there. Even appreciates the amenities of the bench and weights. Good call Daughter C & The J-Man! I’m just happy it’s over & done with.
I thought the plant was a nice touch. Not counting those that belonged to me but were residing in the Apartment, my library of crappy old books has increased by 520. I counted. I’ll get around to inventorying them some day.
“Here Jack!” Or, if you are of a mind, “Here Kyle!”* And more often than not, he comes– especially if you have a carrot in your hand. The other day we drove the truck into the pasture and he came right up. I did learn that petting him across the barbed wire was foolish and
Came as a complete surprise this morning! Male. Four or five years old. Very gentle– can pet him and lead him around on a leash. So we’re in the donkey business!
We went to Jackson last week. Stopped for gas on the way home about 10 miles from the exit we normally take. Mr. Big Food suggested rather than getting back on the interstate, we cut the hypotenuse on the back roads. Very pleasant.
One day last winter, when the dogs and I were walking around the edge of the water shed in the Piney Woods, I looked up and saw the trail cam! Right where Daughter C and the J-Man had left it. Took it down and brought it inside. Earlier this spring, when I set up the
Turned around from the sink and there she was. I think she’s 14 or 15 years old, maybe more.
We caught about 50+ crappie (pronounced ‘croppy’) this morning. We are taking pounds and pounds of crappie fillets back to Mississippi. There is a fish fry in our future. It was a beautiful morning, atypical for Texas this time of year. Started off almost chilly. Met up with the guide at the local gas station
There are fish involved.
Took the dogs to the Hidden Pasture today. Passed by Bonnie & Clyde’s on the way down. They’d come out for their morning stroll by the time we returned. 8:49. 79°. Going to be a hot one today.
I was about to say he was out of the picture, but nothing could be further from the truth. And my how they’ve grown! Not babies any more! I feel sorry for folks who don’t have a pond with geese to drive past on their way to town.