Hi. Been a week. Well, almost.
I’d come close to running away and joining a fishing boat, or something. The vacation settled my mind. Now I think about running away to the desert.
But, I’m home again. Rested. Been to the grocers. I made a point of buying some horseradish for the baloney sandwiches. I have home grown tomatos now, and some home grown lettuce. So I bought the horseradish. Creamy horseradish.
Having had a sandwich with the horseradish I’m not sure my eagerness was rewarded. In fact, it positively was not rewarded with a culinary treat. More like . . .
Anyhow. I think, remembering my friend that shineeed a dim light on my BBQ suace, I think I’ll save a bottle of this horseradish for the next time he comes over for a free meal and disses my sauce by hauliing out his own bottle of sauce. I think I will.
Although I must admit my sinus are clear and I’m breathing easily.
Umm. Dog refused a hunk of roast beef with the horseradish on it. That should have been my first clue.
Bro tried, while I was up his way, to get me to stay for the Chi-land Nascar race today. No way, hay. If I want to get shot at I’ll go somewhere exciting, like the Middle East.
Any how My ex-renter’s wife says she’s lost forty –three pounds and is aiming at two hundred more. Her goal is to lose eighty pounds sthis year.
We stopped at the Sonic on the way home and had one of those Carmel Ice Creams for a snack.
I didn’t. They did. Renter and Wife. He has back troubles.
Whish reminds me. The tracctor parts still aren’t in. I’ll look silly as hell out in waist high grass spraying thistles sitting on a dixon.
Some one will be shooting at the odd looking coyote, for sure._
From the reaches,