I remember growing up watching an old James Cagney movie where he was fighting in World War 1. The enemy was firing cannon shells from all directions and he had to get through them all to take them out. Well, the person who installed the sprinklers in our front yard probably saw the movie and had a sense of humor. He put the control valve in the middle of 4 rain jets. The odds of turning them on or off without getting soaked are not good. I always remember Mr. Cagney's general giving him directions on how to avoid the explosions, so each time I try to outwit the sprinklers. The problem is I usually have the dogs with me and I am sure that Cooper saw that movie and also saw that while James Cagney was successful in taking out the cannons, he himself did not survive. So as we approach the control valve, Cooper starts crying and as we get closer he gets louder. Now we don't know what our odds are but we are ready to run, unfortunately, we don't know which way to run yet. Ok, so we turn them on and scout out the territory, and immediately run behind a tree. Like the movie, we were successful in getting the sprinklers on but we didn't make it out dry. Cooper, obviously, was not happy.
Sep 15 - 21
Today I woke up early, so this afternoon I decided to take a nap. I went up to our bedroom, and of course, Cooper and Phoebe followed me. Phoebe is 15 months old now but still has to play constantly, so I finally buried my head under a pillow. After she ripped the sheet off, she plowed her head between my pillows and graciously cleaned my face with her huge tongue.
If you are unsure what a lazy goat looks like, you are in luck because here is a photo.
Sep 8 - 14
Folks, I want to encourage you to try our Friday and Saturday night dinners at FlapJacks.
So far, it has gone really well, but I am still trying to get some extra hours in for my employees who were let go at Sunrise Country Waffles.
We have a few great specials with a smaller FlapJacks menu.
Please come in and give us a try.
Thank you.
Sept 1 - 7
Okay, so remember last week when I said my son was doing fine after he and his sister moved out? Well, I was wrong. They went to a camp in Santa Cruz and apparently both came back with COVID. Of course, I didn't know that when I shared an ice cream sundae with him. They both ended up moving back home with us for a few days while we all wore masks and kept the windows open. In the end, I never got sick, but like the first time around with COVID, I got these strange symptoms without testing positive or getting sick.
The first time, I had COVID toes, stomach problems, rashes out of nowhere, phantom smells, and fatigue. Then, when I finally got COVID a couple of years later, I lost my sense of smell for good. Until the other night.
When we had the fire at FlapJacks nine years ago, there was this terrible smell of burnt grease. Well, the other night, after not being able to smell for two years, that is all I could smell. I kept going around the house and the yard to see what was on fire. It turned out to be a phantom smell, but how does your mind remember a smell from nine years ago? Honestly, I have not smelled anything like that since the fire nine years ago. Everyone is fine now, but man, I just wish I had a clue.