Inspired by reading a recent post on 3rdnlong, I decided that Sunday would be a waffles-for-breakfast day. By the time Harper and I got home from the Dog Park we were both ready for something to eat. She doesn’t actually like eggs nor waffles but, of course, dogs being dogs, this did not stop her from staring eagerly at me while I cooked.
The recipe on 3rdnlong called for frozen waffles. I made mine with Bisquick. There were a couple of waffles left over which are now in the freezer so I may try that recipe in the not too distant future.
A family of quail live somewhere in our back yard. I am not sure where but periodically they take a stroll around the deck. The little ones are so cute but, unfortunately they are clueless about the dangers of the world of people. If I am not careful they will wander into the garage and be trapped. More than once I have fished one out of the pool skimmer because they fell in and were unable to save themselves. I think the parents try to keep them safe but it is like herding cats. It is common to see traffic stop in both directions on our street while mom & dad try to get them across the street in one piece.
They are welcome in my yard anytime. Unfortunately, they don’t share well. They will be quietly content until I have the effrontery to walk out of the house. At that point they flee rapidly making all manner of unhappy bird noises. I don’t understand their lingo but I suspect the message is not; “Have A Nice Day”.
When they get older and can leave the ground I see them walking in a single file along the top of the wall which always makes me smile. Being of a certain age, the image instantly conjures a memory from the past.
Come on….. Get happy!
There is a pub in Phoenix catering to nature’s bachelors we liked to visit on the occasional Sunday afternoon. They played show tune videos and it was a pleasant way to wind down the weekend. Unfortunately the pub has new owners and they’ve made some changes. Show tunes are but a memory, replaced dance music videos. They have also opened it up, painted and added more lighting fixtures so it is brighter. It’s not cheerful bright. It isn’t even that glaring “last call” bright I remember from my younger days. We’re talking about ‘operating room’ bright. My theory is they are trying to encourage the existing clientele to move on so they can try to attract a new customer base. Whether that customer base will still include the Friends of Dorothy is to be determined. Whatever the plan, it will not include Harper’s Dads. We don’t need to drive 30 min on the expressway to sit in an harshly lit room watching Rihanna videos.
As a declaration of our defiance, we stayed at home and made cocktails. I’ve forgotten what this libation is called, something with “Monster” in the title. It is a combination of Irn Bru orange soda (Scotland’s proudest non-alcoholic export, since Sheena Easton), lemonade, Blue Curacao, vodka, and gin. Having recently research the spectrum I know that when one mixes orange, yellow, and blue one gets a kind of green.
And so it was.