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.
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"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).
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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".
See
http://ocean.si.edu/ocean-news/rough-going-orange-roughy
Damn! Very tasty fish, but soon we shall all pay a high price for our plunder of the oceans.
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.
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"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).
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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".
See
http://ocean.si.edu/ocean-news/rough-going-orange-roughy
Damn! Very tasty fish, but soon we shall all pay a high price for our plunder of the oceans.
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| Orange Roughy This one may be as much as 100 years old.
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