Sunday, 22 March 2015

An "ear worm" and other prattle.

A couple of nights ago I had a ear worm.  It bugged me throughout the night.

It's hard to know whether I was dreaming, or waking frequently in the midst of fitful sleep (a bit like listening to a sermon really).

This ear worm started with "Little boy blue come blow on your horn", but just as I got to the line "he's under the haystack fast asleep" it morphed into the Andrew Lloyd Webber "Pie Jesu". Over and over again.

I could not shake it, even as I walked with Penne the next morning.

So I blocked it with "Jack and Jill went up the hill"  -   guess what?  That too became an ear worm.


"Sable" is a very nice looking Labradoodle  She walks with her owner a man named V. (he's a bit of a blowhard).   But he and I know well enough to keep Sable and Penne at a safe distance, since Sable is a bit frisky, and Penne dislikes other female dogs.

V was away recently  (scuba diving in the Cayman Islands).   Sable was being taken care of by a house sitter/dog walker.  I did not immediately recognise the dog since she was not with her owner.

The dog sitter and I exchanged greetings, at a distance of about 4'.  Then Sable lunged at Penne -  so of course Penne lunged back.  Unfortunately Sable got scratched in this ten second kerfuffle.    The dog walker said  "too bad this happened, but Sable was the aggressor".

Now V wants me to pay half of the $500 veterinarian bill. Part of this bill was for the first set of stitches, and the other part because the slight wound had to be re-stitched after Sable bit away the first set of stitches.  (Now whose fault was that?)

Am I responsible for half of the amount?  I think not! 

I will send V. a cheque for a small amount as  a gesture of goodwill, but I am damned if I should feel responsible for half the total. 

(My decision is not influenced by the fact that V and his wife are about to take a two month holiday in the Amazon valley, in Ecuador, and to the Galapagos Islands.  Folks with that kind of loot should  consider spending  a few bucks for dog-training).


On most Sundays I share Holy Communion with C., a St. Boniface parishioner who now lives in an assisted living facility.  After Communion I usually stay for lunch ( and the food is always good).

Today I chose "Orange Roughy" for my entrée.  It was served with asparagus (suitably crunchy), and half of a baked potato.

I had never before eaten Orange Roughy. It is delicious.

When I got home, I discovered that it is an un-sustainable fish, which should not be "harvested".


Damn!  Very tasty fish, but soon we shall all pay a high price for our plunder of the oceans.

Orange Roughy This one may be as much as 100 years old.


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