The man is painting the deck now. From what I can see it will look much as it did before he started – but we will be much poorer.
He moves with the speed of a drunken snail dragging an elephant through a shag-pile carpet covered with molasses.
The lights which Joe put under our big tree work a treat - and I should imagine can seen from space. They go on at dusk and off at dawn. I would not be surprised if we get a ‘cease and desist’ order from NASA.
I am knitting small eye masks for the squirrels so that they can get some sleep at night.
I have ordered my Traeger and have received advice from Lenny about which pellets to use. There are just so many that it is very exciting thinking about the possibilities. I am studying my Myron Mixon book for ideas. He is a world class barbecuist.
Of course they have barbecuing contests here. They have every kind of contest here. On the weekend for the Indy 500 they had a bacon eating contest – which I must admit sounds pretty good.
There are also tractor pulling and hawg rasslin. It would not surprise me if there was a contest to see how far you can drive a squirrel with a Big Bertha. My money would be on Bubba Watson.
Tomorrow we have guests coming for dinner. These are the Australians who live a few blocks away and to whom we are somehow related. This is even too weird for me to come to grips with.
Anyhow I am making Hungarian Goulash soup using paprika I bought in Hungary. I am also making Patates Batasi which is a favorite Turkish dish. These are my go to dishes which are almost impossible to mess up. I said almost.