Monthly Archives: June 2015
Seven Weeks And Counting . . .
Well, here we sit starting seven weeks in Prescott, the longest we been in one place since the winter of 2013. Talk about Hitch Itch.
And I’m not really sure we’ll get out of here this week like we had hoped. The glass guy is coming by tomorrow morning to ‘measure’ the opening, which tells me that the glass has not even been ordered yet. Which means probably 3 or 4 days before they’re actually ready to install the glass. So I’m thinking it will very possibly be some time next week before we get out of here.
If we’re lucky.
We’re booked into a hotel for two nights starting tomorrow, but I suspect I’ll have to extend that. Hopefully I’ll know more tomorrow.
About 2:30 Jan and I drove over to Texas Roadhouse to have linner. One thing we both like about this location is that they don’t have the loud music blaring like others. In fact, they had no music whatsoever. Very nice.
Jan had the 12oz Sirloin while I went with my usual 16oz Ribeye, and this was another great steak from them, just like last time.
Tender, with just the right amount of fat around the edges that crisps up, it was delicious. Hopefully we’ll get to go back before we leave the area.
One thing that Jan and I always laugh about when we’re at a Roadhouse is remembering the first time we went to one. This was about 15 years ago, back when they had the big barrel of peanuts in the waiting area, and the floor was covered in peanut shells.
Our granddaughter Piper was only about 6 at the time, and when she walked in, she looked around and said in a loud, little-girl voice, “This place is filthy. Don’t they ever sweep up in here?” And the place roared.
Maybe that’s why the floor is clean now and they don’t have the big barrel of peanuts anymore.
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Thought for the Day:
Recently there has been some talk from politicians about again trying to switch the US over to the metric system. When a reporter asked a college engineering professor what he thought of the idea, he said,” There are two kinds of countries in the world: Those that use the metric system, and those that have walked on the Moon.
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Mister Finally Earns His Keep . . .
After our busy day yesterday, we slept in and just vegged out today. About 2pm Jan fixed us up some of the Hog Wild BBQ we brought home from Cottonwood yesterday.
Ribs, Pulled Pork, BBQ Beans, Coleslaw, and Potato Slaw and we have enough left for a 2nd meal later. We always get the Sampler Platter which gives us some of everything. YUMM!
Mister finally did something last night that he never has in the 9 or so years we’ve had him. He killed a mouse . . . and brought it to me.
Jan noticed a week ago that she thought she saw some signs of mouse visitation, so a few days ago I set out three traps baited with peanut butter. But until yesterday we had no hits.
So after being gone yesterday on our Jerome/Cottonwood day trip, I was working on my blog last night when Mister came up to my chair and patted me on the leg with his paw. Now normally this means he wants up in my lap, so without looking down, I turned slightly and tapped my leg for him to jump up.
But he didn’t. After a few seconds, he patted my leg again, this time giving me some claws, and again, I tapped for him to jump Nothing, just another tap, with more claws.
So finally I looked down and there Mister sat, proudly looking up at me, with a mouse dangling from his mouth. Then when he saw I was looking down at him, he dropped the mouse, and used his paw to push it toward me.
Awwww! Mister brought me a present.
He would look up at me and then push the mouse around with his paw. Grabbing up a paper towel, I scooped up the mouse and put it in the trash can. Then, remembering I hadn’t checked the traps today, I found two of them now occupied. So after taking all 3 intruders out to the dumpster, I rebaited the traps to see what shows up again.
Since we’ve been here for over six weeks, I would assume we got them here, since we haven’t seen any sign of them before now. And hopefully we won’t see any more before we finally leave.
Whenever that is.
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Thought for the Day:
“I like nonsense — it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living. It’s a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope…and that enables you to laugh at all of life’s realities.” – Theodor S. Geisel
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