A Thanksgiving tradition followed yet again this year.
My heart is as full as my stomach.
Even though I live 1000 miles to the east, my heart is always there along the banks of Lake Michigan. Tuned in to watch the Lions play whoever it is that they will be playing. And losing.
I love tradition.
Namaste.
The official start of the Dodd Brewing Company brewing season began today. With an extra added twist…we brewed outside.
This last summer we purchased new kitchen appliances. I was informed by MLW that there would be no more brewing on the stove in the kitchen. That resulted in having to brew outside. No concerns, though. It was actually pretty nice. The weather was cool, and cloudy.
I brewed an altbier today. An ale that I had not brewed before, I usually brew a red ale and doctor it up from there. Todays brew is in the fermentor and doing its magic. Two weeks will go by pretty quick, and this brew will be in the bottles just after Thanksgiving, ready for parties during the Christmas season.
I love making beer.
Namaste.
I was thinking that tonight would be a little more noisy than what it is. Sundays in our little town is usually a pretty sedate affair. Couples out walking their dogs, or just to be with one another. Kids riding back and forth the street.
We have an really good ice cream store just up the block. Rakestraw’s is what it is called. They used to make the ice cream on site, but that has gone the way of walking safely at night. But that being said, what ice cream is bad? None as far as I am concerned.
Regardless, tonight is like an indian summer night during the school year which is in direct conflict with this being the last summer holiday weekend. There should be music blaring, charcoal burning, and kids playing and laughing in the backyard.
Bummer. Summer is really over.
Namaste.
Maybe days of our lives. Unless you work nights, then your days would actually be nights. And your nights would be your days. Or something like that.
I did overnights for about a year many moons ago, and I did not like it. Toss a kid with pnuemonia into the mix and you get the picture.
But that isn’t what I want to talk about. I want to talk about the freaking weather!! It has gone from hot and dry to cold and dry. At night. During the day it is still in the 80’s, but cool. But at night it is freaking COLD!! And the moon has been full the last few nights. I am loving this time of year.
The Girls start school on Monday. And get this, next week Thursday they are flying to Maui. For the Labor Day weekend. While I work. Somehow that doesn’t seem right. On a couple of levels, but they are going with The Princess’ Paternal Grandmother and Uncles. And when you look at it that way, I will be just as happy being here. Thank you.
What are you doing this weekend?
Namaste.
An internal MP3, as it were.
Hope everyone had a good Father’s Day. I did. After I got out of work.
We went to a chain restaurant called Carrabbas. This is the same chain that owns Outback restaurants.
We have eaten at Carrabbas a few times, and have yet to have a bad meal. Last night MLW and I had the pollo rosa maria. It was wonderful. I also had to indulge myself in a limonfresca. That too hit the spot after a hot day at work.
And to finish it all off we had ice cream with a carmel sauce and carmelized pecans. Man, life is good when you have good food, and good company.
And that is what is playing on my personal MP3.
Namaste.
Ok, let’s all sing the birthday song because today is my birthday.
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday dear phil/sweetheart/Daddy/brother/son,
Happy birthday to you.
50 big ones today, folks.
The official half-century mark. And I seem to share my natal day with good company. First and foremost is my Aunt Marge. Marge is my Fathers sister. The only living sibling on my Fathers side. Marge and I are the crazy ones in the family. Love her madly.
Happy Birthday, Aunt Marge.
Everyone needs, and deserves and Aunt Marge.
And then there are all of the folks who are found on Famous Birthdays. Marge and I are every bit as famous as all of those folks.
MLW just informed me that one of her cousins also shares this day with Marge and myself. I always knew that I liked her cousin for a good reason.
Anyway. Send cards, gifts, money, and well wishes all day today. I promise that I will do the same on your birthday.
namaste.
The things in my head:
I do not feel that words have been created to fully describe the bomdeliciousedness of the steaks I made to day out on my gas grill.
Oh. My. God. They were the absolute best that I have ever grilled. Tender, juicy, and medium rare. That paired with my Mom’s almost-just-like-her-recipe-that-I-called-and-asked-her-for-the-other-morning potato salad. Mom, I just added some more onion, and some really good mustard to it. It was kickin’. You would have liked it. Other than I didn’t put in any celery as this family that I have married in, doesn’t like celery. And they tend to put a lot of salt on their food.
Strange.
So, that was my peaceful Memorial Day. That and falling asleep in the hammock for a while.
Namaste.
The things in my head today:
Today I am doing a little bit of this:
And after everyone is fed and happy I will be doing a bunch of this:
And that is the way that I will be spending my Memorial Day.
What about you?
Namaste.
Man I read a lot more than what I think I do. A lot of it is blogs, though. My book reading has become rather truncated.
I read about writing, I read about blogging, I read about the business of both. I read The University Kid to learn about the business of blogging. the same with Ben Barden. I read BloogerNoob to keep my focus, to keep my head in the right place. Because with all of the reading about the business going on, I could tend to forget about the writing.
And the writing is why I started this in the first place. I like writing, though at times it isn’t as easy as I would like it to be. And with the fact that MLW wants a house similar to this one, I need to write a bit more so that I can pay those bigger mortgage payments.
Early morning tomorrow. I don’t know why holiday days off are so much more stressful than any other day off, but Easter kicked my heathen butt today.
Namaste.
I love that line.
Don’t know that it is appropo to anything that I am going to write, but what the hell. It is a great line.
Thursday is Valentines Day. The day that we, here in the US, send the loves of our lives flowers, candy, and cards. Do Not Forget The Cards.
Lets emphasize that, shall we?
DO NOT FORGET THE CARD!
There. That is appropriate. I was picking out cards for MLW, and The Princess this evening and pretty much found the ones that I wanted in just a few seconds. There was a woman who would pick a card, read it, and then get another one, read it, look at the two cards, put one back, pick another card. This went of for about 5 minutes. During all of this, I picked my cards, paid for them, and was walking past the card section to the back of the store. And she was still there picking a card, reading it, staring at both that card and the one she was holding, sighing, and putting one back.
Sometimes I really like being a guy. I am so superficial.
Namaste.
