This weekend was fun. Like one of those vacations that make you need a vacation afterwards. That’s why I am going to Birmingham, Alabama today, home of Johnny Ray’s BBQ. Wish I had more time with each and every one of you this morning, but I have to run. Pretend it’s a tweet or three.
-Juancho
Pa Ingalls rescued the cat in a daring dawn rescue effort.
-Juancho
In a bizarre coincidence the following happened yesterday:
I was on the phone discussing logistics with Pa Ingalls of Reddick, FL to come to town for some tree-venturing. We confirmed a 3:00 P:M arrival for today with all the equipment needed for major assault on some area Live Oaks and Giant Pines. This is referred to as “Arboring” I suppose.
Moments after we hung up- my cat, Iggy the Manx, rocketed 80 feet up a tree after being scared by the neighbor dog. This was at 6:00 P:M last evening.
Iggy is still in the tree, and Pa Ingalls is on the road.
This could have a few outcomes, we will have to wait and see.
I told that cat there was nothing outside for him but certain death.
Juancho
If there is one enduring image I cling to it is the vision of myself as an old man eating cat food in the park. In a long history of morbid and sardonic humor this is the one simulacrum of my future I enjoy and fear the most. We all have that thing that waits for us in the night, that once stirred from our sleep cups us in its hands and is only shaken by a flick of a light or a cold chug of juice from the fridge.
I have never tasted cat food, wet or dry. Why, when I know there are mounds of kibble in my future and opportunities to cut my tongue on the tin lip of the can?
Will it be good? Will I like it? Will I get enough protein or will my teeth suffer from lack of calcium?
Tonight I took a step closer to finding out.
I watched S’quatch eat some.
He reported that it is oily, which I suspected, and granular, which I did not anticipate at all.
I will need a bench close to a drinking fountain.
Juancho
Don’t think I won’t pack up this one act play and get out of here.
Don’t think I’m afraid to leave this town.
The future is not written and everything doesn’t happen for a reason.
Things need to pick up around this overlooked backwater town.
Are you hearing me Great Magnet?
Juancho