Hello and welcome to the blog! It’s been a great start to the new year. I hope all the friends have had a safe and happy time. I stayed home on New Year’s eve because the body is still fighting the cold / flu stuff…. I joked with a friend that I needed her to bring me some Ryetalyn for a bad case of the Rigelian fever. (Star Trek reference from the original series regarding a plague). I’m still a little weak but up and running.
The candy dish you see above is on my desk at work. Some of the pictures in the background probably look familiar – favorite fur pals (Jenny, Woody, Van-Van, Jesse James, etc.) and fishing places. The diabetic candy is helping a lot with grazing. While mulling over a check and trying to figure out why Mrs. Milligan’s payment somehow got to Mr. Salazar’s account 2000 miles away (both made up names, by the way), I like to suck on candy. A few pieces later and the blood sugar goes up 80 points. No problem any more! The beauty of it is that nobody seems to want to sugar free stuff. It will last for quite some time!
On Tuesday I was feeling better and went out to buddy Tony’s place intending just to do some target practicing. That’s where kitty Serena and I lived in the van during 2014 following Dad’s passing. Bear Bear, the stump-tailed cat who nearly died five or six years ago is still doing great. She was a favorite friend of Serena and I. I’ll bet she doesn’t get on the cattle trough any more in cold weather after nearly freezing to death, stuck to it!
I fired off most of a box of Winchester handgun ammo but notice I left the gun pictures out. Some people are bothered by that kind of thing. I carry a Taurus 9mm when camping. It’s good to practice, keep the gun cleaned and in good repair, etc. It’s also a lot of fun to shoot at stuff. It requires skill and makes noise, wrecks stuff, etc.. It must be a guy thing! 🙂
Tony pulled in with the tractor as I’d just finished up shooting cans of expired soup (note – don’t use full ones because it splatters!) and apples. Tony wanted to show me the chickens he’s been raising. I want some!
Tony’s been selling the eggs for $2 / dozen. That’s a steal in this area. They are different colors and sizes but who cares? You KNOW the eggs are fresh when you take them out of the nest yourself.
Tony kept picking up the chickens. I figured if I can handle a cat, why not a chicken? Well, cats don’t avoid quite as bad. I eventually grabbed a bird and held it for the picture. She never pecked me and actually didn’t seem to mind the attention. Like a cat, I told the bird she was beautiful and kissed it on the back of the head a few times. Then I thought about salmonella and put the critter down. 🙂
By now the damage was done. Jenny, Duke, and I love eating chickens, and pheasants and turkeys (Oh my!). Now I’ve held one and even kissed it. Tony offered to sell me a bird for consumption but how does one dispatch a hen? The topic was mulled over one day when I felt like a hypocrite for killing fish but claiming to love animals. Fish die out of water and don’t put up a fight by the time I clean ’em. As far as chickens and bunnies, it’s too easy to develop an instant bond with furry friends. Looks like Tony can do the deed or it’s off the friendly Fareway grocery store for poultry.
The other night I’d been craving good food after being very ill, coughing till the insides hurt from trying to end up outside. A trip to a nearby bar and grill left me with a question. How can they cook a cheaper cut of steak and make it so doggone tender? Googling it helped and offered a solution that might help when camping. I’m working on that right now. There will be some information posted if this steak turns out well in the morning. Also, I’ve got a neat burger press to try soon; there will be some good sliders on a future trip.
Take care and thanks for visiting. I nearly forgot to mention the resolutions. I don’t really have any other than just this one: “Be nice to everyone – including others and myself.” If a person isn’t taking care of him or herself, it’s difficult to help other people as well.
Brad, Jenny, and Duke
And yes… the kitties ARE getting steak and eggs with me in the morning. Like there’s a choice?