So, Big Puss was sleeping quietly on the chair the other day, and then Ralph, out of the blue, decides to slowly climb up and sit right down next to the Puss. Here's what played out next....
Ralph: Bonjour, Monsieur Beeg Puzz. Ma name iz Pierre. It iz very neece to see you!
Big Puss: WTF?! Ralph, why are you talking like that?
Ralph: Monsieur Puzz... I have admired you from afar for a long time. Pleeze tell me how you feel about zat.
Big Puss: WTF?!!
Ralph: Puzz... pleez... do not be afraid... come weeth me to ze Casbah. I shall shower you weeth tuna and chicken!
Big Puss: What's with this "Pierre" crap? WTF???!!!
Ralph: Perhaps I spoke too soon. Never mind.
Old cats are weird!
I'm off to the NIH tomorrow through Friday for my 3-month, post-op check-up -- blood work, CT, PET and MRI scans. Keep your fingers crossed!
Our cute niece, Holly, who lives in New Orleans, has been taking ballet since she was a wee one. Now a young teenager, she has been performing the role of Clara in a local production of The Nutcracker in New Orleans. She made the big-time with a picture in the New Orleans Times-Picayune yesterday. Congrats Holly -- you look MAHVELOUS!
We woke up to this yesterday morning. It was over in an hour and never stuck around because it stayed above freezing. But, I'm not looking forward to Friday morning, when it's supposed to stick and the high is only supposed to be in the mid 30s. Since I have no body fat right now, I get cold just thinking about it.
We had a lovely time in New Orleans last Wednesday-Friday for Thanksgiving. Janine's sister's family are the perfect hosts and the food was great. Highlights on T-Day included a brined turkey, John Besh's awesome crawfish-andouille cornbread dressing and some lemonade made with simple syrup and the juice of one lemon. An effin huge Ponderosa lemon, that is. I had never seen one till that day. As you can see from the (poor) cellphone pic, it fills both of Janine's hands and is twice as large as my brother John's brain. John claims to never read the blog (understandable -- he's a lawyer) so we will see if he starts now! ;-)
On Wednesday night, we all went to Besh's new Italian place, Domenica, in the newly opened and remodeled Roosevelt Hotel, just outside the Quarter. The food was real Italian, not the "red sauce American restaurant" variety, and was great. We shared house-made salumis, cheese, cracker-thin, wood-fired pizza, a rabbit ragu tagliatelle and a boar ragu pappardelle. And to top it off -- gelato and spumoni ice cream at Angelo Brocato's. Yum!!!
Friday night through Sunday were spent back at home relaxing with the pusses. I needed it because I was worn out by the traveling. We had a blast, but it's still tiring for me with the flying and the visiting and the running around. Still doing very good, though, overall.
Momma strikes a pose while admiring the new laptop box. She's gunning to be a model at a car show, methinks. As for me, I'm still moving along and progressing. I still get twangs of pain internally now and then, but that's to be expected because I had a lot done. Plus, the neuropathy in my feet is particularly bothersome on the cooler days we are getting now. Oh well... we plow forward regardless!
Janine and I are looking forward to a nice Thanksgiving break the latter part of next week, so the posting here will be light. Or maybe I'll just have to post a shot of a heaping bowl of gumbo in New Orleans, for all my northern friends and relatives, to make up for the snow sandwiches they are enjoying!
I was born in the tiny little town of Swift Current, Saskatchewan -- in the local lexicon known as Speedy Creek. Since winter started there 2 days after Labour Day, I will leave you with this for our sunny, 75F weekend.
98% of Canadians say "Oh Shit!" before spinning into the ditch on an icy winter road.
The other 2% are from Saskatchewan and they say "Hold my beer and watch this!"
We had another beautiful weekend here with highs in the mid-70s. I was under the weather Friday and Saturday (a cold or something) but feeling better Sunday so I got a little bit of cleanup work done in the yard. Fred watched from the hole he likes to dig in the flower bed, then sit in. He must of sat there for 4 hours, enjoying the sun and probably wondering in his walnut-sized brain what all the action around him was about. Let's hope this weather holds up through Thanksgiving weekend in 2 weeks time.And, let's hope Fred doesn't look good enough to roast.
There's really no news on the surgery recovery front other than that I'm progressing well and gaining more strength and stamina every day. However, I am still quite slow moving in the morning and pretty wiped out by the end of each day. It's bedtime for Bonzo here by 9:30 as I still need a solid 9 hours of sleep.
Finally, the kid in me tells me that I shall crank the courtyard speakers next weekend with this and see if Fred can dance.
A semi-daily dose of miscellaneous treats that started out detailing the construction of Janine's and my new ICF home. It's now a series of disparate ramblings as they occur.
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Name: Bill Kennedy
Location: Dallas, Texas, South Georgia and the South Sandwich Islands
Ralph: Bonjour, Monsieur Beeg Puzz. Ma name iz Pierre. It iz very neece to see you!
Big Puss: WTF?! Ralph, why are you talking like that?
Ralph: Perhaps I spoke too soon. Never mind.
