Doggie Do, Doggie Don't

Yesterday I started reclaiming the back yard from the doggies. I cleaned up the remnants of a stuffed animal the neighbor kids had thrown to them. I raked and picked up anything they didn’t need or play with. There was a lot of shit…literally and figuratively. I also put down some grass fertilizer/feed, and watered the hell out of the yard. I hope to have thick grass back there this year to keep the mutts from digging.

I went to the store to get some stuff, including fixin’s for some of my world-famous (yeah right) carne guisada verde (green meat stew). I also made white rice and refritos (refried beans for you non-beaners). Served with freshly chopped onion & cilantro, and fresh corn tortillas.

Later that evening The Boy and I fetched videos. We watched “Hustle and Flow”, and a sick, sick video called "The Aristocrats." If you don’t mind foul (and I mean foul) jokes rent it. The Boy and I were dying through parts of it.


A picture of part of our modest kitchen for Y:









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Memory Du Jour:
1983 or so, Key West, Florida
I was on a boat with some friends near Sand Key for some snorkeling and spear fishing. I lowered myself into the water and, after clearing my mask, I spied a huge barracuda. He spied me and I, in turn, spied his big, pointy teeth. He was about five feet from me. I reached for my 8” Dacor dive knife, which was strapped to my calf, but then realized that was stupid in two ways: 1) Knife shiny. Mr. Barracuda likes shiny things. 2) Mr. Barracuda is much faster than I am. I slowly backed away, watching him watching me.

He swam slowly away after a minute or so and we speared fish and nabbed lobster for a big party later that evening.

Quote of the Day:

"Hawaii is a unique state. It is a small state. It is a state that is by itself. It is a --it is different from the other 49 states. Well, all states are different, but it's got a particularly unique situation. – Dan Quayle