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It is not over. I have been invited to another celebration party tomorrow some time. The family of my friend has invited him and the "funny looking guy"... or so he says. I asked, "Really?", and he actually fell for it and answered, "No!".
Anyway, chuck roast, hamburgers, brots, and ribs were cooked on the grill tonight. With so much on such a limited space, it took a bit longer to cook. Still, it all finished well and was tasty too! He ate little, but sometimes he is like that. Age and health are not in his favor. Then again, a large baked potato with butter and sour cream does fill one up. I had a smattering of this and that and it was, indeed, good.
I am learning how to keep the cat from the raw and cooked foods. I have learned to be a little tricky and vigilant when that is not possible. The trash, unfortunately, is going to have to be secured in some other fashion though. She has figured out how to tip the kitchen basket. I bought one with a lid she cannot penetrate, but when it tips, that comes off.
I am enjoying the weekend, and for the most part, not worrying about anything. I hope many people are doing that as well. Though I suspect with unemployment, so many businesses going out of business, the poor outlook on improvement, and the mud of socialism washing over everything and everyone, that may not be as true as I hope. I do not pray for jobs so much, but I do pray that people find their own way in this mess. Jobs will not come by prayer but through political change. Even a change back to the last President Bush would be, well, mostly, good enough, in the short term. If we do not turn back the clocks politically, back to before Democrats were open socialists and Republicans became secret socialists, there is not going to be a grand new economic tomorrow... Ever. As I said though, I attempt not to look at these things.
I am looking forward to tomorrow. Depending on when that party is, I may end up going to two meals out, with my regular Sunday dinner group and the dinner with the family of my friend. Wow, food! I have been living on leftovers for a goodly while, and frozen dinners for a good bit before that, so real fresh food is like catnip to a cat? Something like that. I did stuff a bit tonight. I think, somehow though, I will manage tomorrow. On some things I really am an optimist.
And, I did the dishes before I left. The meat is safely stowed in the refrigerator. The plants will get their second watering of the day. My belly looks happy, if somewhat sleepy. So, it is about time to crawl into bed and enjoy a cool night, the temp is supposed to drop to a delicious crisp 45 F. Oh, I will sleep. I will sleep well, hard, deep, and fat. I will dream of steers which I can cut off what I want to eat and ride the rest home. I will dream of cool refreshing drinks and chatter. I will dream of pleasant days, pleasant company, and a world to explore. I might even fly tonight on my way to some dreamy place or mission against tyranny.
Be well. This dog is going to his doghouse. Good night, Shelly.
"I bought one with a lid she cannot penetrate, but when it tips, that comes off."
ReplyDeleteWe have a cat that we deduce was raised on fried chicken before he came to us. Chicken bones in the trash will cause extreme efforts on his part!
Daisycat's solution was a kitchen sized metal trash can (decorative) to which she installed a small brass hook and eye to secure it against his predations.
What is funny is the cats that were raised on dry cat food their whole life have virtually no interest whatsoever in table scraps. I suppose there's a lesson there for someone starting with a kitten.
Yep, that is why when I get a kitten, she will not be fed anything but cat food (kitten food to start with, dry too). I do not feed Sam anything off the table, definitely not on it, and she has learned not to beg... That is one of the things that will elicit a growl and a swat by da Ogre! (No cats were damaged in the telling of this tale, or the implications, if feelings were a little hurt for a bit.)
ReplyDeleteYes, I realize I will need to figure out the trash. She, it seems, is a beef connoisseur. There may be other interests too, though she did not seem unnaturally interested in chicken. I will, too, figure this out... soon.
Oh, and I have let friends and family know... DO NOT FEED THE CAT, EVER, ANYTHING. OR PREPARE TO MAKE ME VERY VERY ANGRY AND THEN NOT BE WELCOME BACK. Period. That includes my Mom. Some people have to be told very vigorously, and watched even so. Ugh.
Hmm, saying that, I now understand why people do not want other people around their children so much. At least conscientious parents (though that may also include neurotic single mothers, for less than favorable reasons). Anyway, it is a foot up if I ever get to that point.
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