Teh Squeaky Wheel
Boxing Day greetings from sunny, 22ºF (brrrrr!) yet Happy Larryville, GN!
What a lurvely thing your cow-worker did to help you; teh yay!
Sorry your dessert plans were farked-up by Covid.
I hope Mrs. Sven laughs loud and long the next time she gasses-up her Jeep. (Bonus points if the sticker offends another customer at the gas station.)
It’s weird how the Nashville bombing is being referred to as an “intentional explosion”; that’s a new “newspeak” term to me. (I was reminded a bit of Bomb #20 in “Dark Star”…)
BK and I had a nice, quiet day; nothing special aside from some stocking-stuffers and exchanging gifts plus a couple of phone calls.
Hope all of you had a pleasant Christmas.
Good morning, Fatwa -- hope Dv8 and Miss Harper are resting comfortably. Happy Saturday, GIN!
Clicking through articles on the Nashville bombing. Contingent on what happens next, I wonder if the authorities will figure this one out, especially on the motive side. Thinking back to Vegas and Stephen Paddock where motive was never determined.
Likely a quiet day here, but it’s a good day. A “good day” is now defined as any day when we have power.
Looking at the Covid stats for Ventura County -- still only one death for people under age 24. Two numbers though, for at-risk populations, strike me as unusual. 1) Prison population infections are at .4% of total infections, which is odd as I’m constantly bombarded with news stories that we must let more criminals out of jail/prison because Coivd is killing them at unacceptable rates, and 2) that those identified as “homeless” represent 0% of total infected -- the actual number is 15 homeless infected out of about 33,000 total cases.
The homeless numbers are really striking. I would have thought that this population existing in close quarters, with poor nutrition, little or transient shelter, etc. would be more at risk than any other, but apparently not. I wonder why. Perhaps dying but not being tested beforehand or seeking medical attention?
Happy “Just one little snack, then I’ll eat right” Raccoon Caturday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa-the-Frozen, and Sven (now with power!)!
Had a good evening with just the family -- held the dessert consumption to a minimum, but shared a couple of tasty belgian ales. We’ll likely do our international fruitcake comparison tonight. I made a stollen earlier this month and it’s been absorbing the rum I doused it with for a few weeks. Some friends gifted us a panettone and I injected that with rum a couple of weeks ago. Someone at Mrs. Paddy’s church gave her a homemade fruitcake last week and I poured some dark rum over it, wrapped it up, and it’s been sitting, hopefully getting nice and mellow.
When my uncle was overseas during WWII, he got a care package from my grandmother several weeks before Christmas. Inside was what he thought was a fruitcake wrapped in several layers of cheesecloth, so they decided to pour brandy or some other alcohol over it and save it for Christmas. Turns out it was some kind of cured meat.
Mmmm, brandy-soaked, cured meat!