- Location
- Grand Marais, MN
Late last night, called the grocery store manager hours after he closed shop to meet me at his loading dock for what Del Monte sells in one(1) gallon cans of tomato juice. Bought four(4) of 'em. Payed a premium too and drove both ways in my pajamies, wearing Sorels (30-degrees outside).
What necessitated this were my dogs begging at the door to go out one more time, 11:30pm, to pee (I thought). What went down was they heard an intruder. These dogs are young enough to not know what my last dogs (and myself) knew well, which was skunk. They know now, and I'm reminded again.
Other than that, I killed a 200T (cutting with the grain on live oak firewood that refused to split conventionally), which was expected, given her age and condition, and ate a lot of spiral ham (as did the dogs, which is why I thought they did need to pee, they drank a lot of water).
Eventfull close to an otherwise lazy and fat after-holiday weekend where my wife and I could spend some time together before she's off to the Inagural for a couple weeks rehearsing for some kind of show. Her performing outfits now with a hint of oily fresh skunk and relatives still upset we didn't make the annual traditional gathering for X-mass. The dogs smell great now, the house and all inside it, doesn't.
What necessitated this were my dogs begging at the door to go out one more time, 11:30pm, to pee (I thought). What went down was they heard an intruder. These dogs are young enough to not know what my last dogs (and myself) knew well, which was skunk. They know now, and I'm reminded again.
Other than that, I killed a 200T (cutting with the grain on live oak firewood that refused to split conventionally), which was expected, given her age and condition, and ate a lot of spiral ham (as did the dogs, which is why I thought they did need to pee, they drank a lot of water).
Eventfull close to an otherwise lazy and fat after-holiday weekend where my wife and I could spend some time together before she's off to the Inagural for a couple weeks rehearsing for some kind of show. Her performing outfits now with a hint of oily fresh skunk and relatives still upset we didn't make the annual traditional gathering for X-mass. The dogs smell great now, the house and all inside it, doesn't.
