Friday, October 21, 2016

I just can't wait

9 November: WRONG - I never ran for President. 
Well the ribs I cooked were just awful. I had not realized that they had already been covered in rub so I could not use one of Myron’s rubs. I did not smoke them for nearly long enough and they were not the way they should have been. I suspect that were not the best quality ribs. It was not a happy experience but I shall try again later this  season.

We had been spoiled because Cate was given some ribs which had been cooked by a guy named Sherman - and they were fabulous. He guards his recipe closely and will not give to anyone. 

There is still no sign of Johnny so I am doing gardening things myself. 

It is less than three weeks to the election and it will all soon be over and the orange moron can go back to doing what he used to do. 

I have never seen anything quite like the last 12 months or so - and the debates were a sight to behold. 

I think in 200 years they will still talk about the Trumpeter as the single most dangerously unqualified person ever to run for office. I mean it is one thing to not know anything about - well - anything and to be a rampant narcissist and a frothing conspiracy theorist and a serial liar and a misogynist and a racist and a promoter of violence and a cheat and conman extraordinaire - but to combine this with more than modicum of outright hooting lunacy is a combination I do not think this country could survive. 

As it is there are millions who are now cleaning their guns and sharpening their pitchforks ready to take to the streets to massacre all those election rigging liberals on 9 November. 

Cate bought me a Hillary tee shirt and I sure as hell will not be wearing that in public anywhere in this town.

It will be - as they say - a shit show. Best to lay low for a few months or years. 

I finally changed TV providers. We had a service which was provided by satellite. This was fine unless there were storms or tornados or high winds tor heavy rain. We have a lot of that kind of stuff here so we constantly lost our service. 

I could not afford to have something like this happen on election night which I expect to be almost delicious as the night John Howard lost his seat.

I just can't wait. 

Friday, October 14, 2016

How could I go wrong?

Still waiting for a squirrel 
Before we went to New Orleans I dropped Georgia off on Friday afternoon at the Broad Ripple animal clinic. She was to be looked after by Rachel who was going to take her home. So I had the vet give her a checkup first as she has been scratching a lot and we were sure she did not have fleas.

Georgia was as well behaved and cooperative as she always is when she goes to see the vet - and after unsuccessfully trying to climb on top of my head she scrunched herself into the smallest possible ball underneath the bench in the examination room. There she lay shivering and panting until the vet was able to be extract her for the examination. 

This is never an easy task because she weighs 51 pounds and is able to wedge herself into impossible spaces. Sometimes it would be handy to have the ‘jaws of life’ to get Georgia out of her hiding places. 

Turns out she did have a flea - maybe even two - and they must be hardy little souls because they survived a flea collar and flea tablets. They might be Democrats living in the mid-west -these are a very tough breed indeed. 

There are many things to see and experience in New Orleans. You have to go to Bourbon street at night. The best way to do this is by helicopter so that you avoid the absolute ghastliness of the place and do not end up being covered in blood and vomit.

However if you need to go on foot do so before midnight because legend has it that at that time otherwise normal people turn into asshats - or even worse - Trump supporters. 

There are oodles of jazz clubs and there are a few really good ones. We went to Irvin Mayfield's and the man himself was not there but the crew that was on stage were very good indeed. We were impressed by that and another bar we went to in the afternoon where a group of young guys were having a fine time.

We saw the museum of art which is surprisingly good. There is a fabulous sculpture garden which just knocked our socks off. We went to the National WW11 museum. I have no idea why this is in New Orleans but it is worthwhile going to NO just to see it. 

We were hugely entertained while we were away by the totally unhinged Trumpster ranting and raging and stalking Hillary on the stage at the debate. It seems we are out of the woods as far as his election is concerned although he is doing is absolute best to ensure that a revolution takes place when he loses. He is now frothing about a global conspiracy to bankrupt America. I am sure there is worse to come. 

Tonite I am smoking some St Louis ribs on my Traeger. This is my first time with ribs and I am guided in my endeavors by Myron Mixon who is the ‘winningest man in  barbecue’. How could  go wrong. 

Thursday, October 6, 2016

It is easier to get wet

The thing that Georgia is most afraid of is an umbrella. 

Now she is afraid of many things - but umbrellas seem to be at the top of the table at the moment. Last week we were coming home from shopping and when we went to leave the garage the rain was pelting down. 

So I did what any normal person would do and opened an umbrella. Big mistake. Georgia took off into the garden and would not come inside the house. I could not leave her out in the rain so I had to chase her round the garden for half an hour trying to bribe her with treats.

I had forgotten that it really is easier to get wet than use an umbrella.

My gardening mate Johnny has gone missing and did not turn up last week to do the gardening - and his phone has been turned off. It is possible that he went on a bender - as he occasionally does - and ended up in jail - as he occasionally does. 

Cate had yet another plant nursery expedition last week so I had to dig the holes for the plants. This is harder than it sounds as the soil around our house is basically rubble and any digging requires the removal of masses of rocks. Georgia digs lots of holes but they are never where I need them. 

But I did it and yesterday I mowed the lawn. There is not much of this now so it was quite easy. 

Yesterday Georgia was sitting on the back porch and spied a squirrel in the tree. The squirrel climbed down and sat on the lawn eating bird seed and corn. The girl thought her time had come and she sat stock still for ten minutes sussing out the prey. 

Finally she moved. She lifted her front paw to take a step towards the squirrel - and it was gone in a flash. She ran to the tree and watched as the squirrel sat there watching her pathetic performance. She is lucky squirrels do not guffaw.

I am much more relaxed now after the presidential debate has given Hillary a comfortable lead overall and in the battleground states. It should not matter that much but I have to live here for a while and I am just not ready for that lying, blubbering, sniveling, whining pile of orange toxicity to be in charge of the country - or indeed anything at all.

Poor Donald looked at all the online polls the next day and told everyone he had won by a large margin. Is he really that dumb? Probably. The real polls showed Hills completely blitzing him. 

I expect the Trumpster to go full feral in the next debate as this is his last chance to save his sorry ass. I will be glad when this is all over and he can go back to doing what he does best. Being a world class conman - perhaps the like of which we have not seen here ever.

Tomorrow we are going to New Orleans. We shall drink Sazerac and munch Creole food for three days.