Well, a disappointingly unproductive day on all fronts. I got distracted dealing with an issue that should have been put to bed long ago and, frankly, never recovered. I tried to work on the short story and, really, what a difference a day makes. Whereas, yesterday, I was feeling quite good about it and making some great progress, today I’m stymied and not all that happy with what I’ve got. It’ll be interesting to see what tomorrow brings.
One of the few things I did accomplish today was to put together an instruction list for Lawren who will be living here while we’re away. Part of the rundown covered issues like the quirks of our various t.v. and projectors, the security system, and our finicky water heater, but the majority of it concerned the dogs: their routine, feeding time, meds, and bedtime. It included helpful information like:
“…let them out in the back to do their business. If it’s too cold, they’ll just do their business right on the porch and immediately head back inside.”
“JELLY: Has a bad hip so you’ll have to carry her up and down the stairs or onto and off of the bed. She also likes to sit up on the couch but can’t get up on her own. Watch out for her and Lulu. They’ve gone after each other on many occasions.
MAXIMUS: The quietest of the bunch, he won’t give you any trouble – except for eating mud when he’s out back or refusing to come back inside when you call him.
BUBBA: He will bug you for attention. He’s also very playful. Just make sure Lulu doesn’t harass him too much.
LULU: She will be all over you. Constantly. Enjoy.”
“ They usually sleep on the bed. Whether they do or not is, of course, up to you. Except so far as Lulu is concerned as she is the only one who can jump up on the bed on her own and will probably be in the best position to dictate your sleeping habits.”
Last night, I had my final Vancouver dinner with Marty G. before he heads back to T.O. for the holidays. We went to – where else? – Fuel and enjoyed a very good meal. I have to be honest. I downright hated the lemon risotto with Dungeness crab but loved the seared foie gras, duck confit and foie gras mousse terrine, a spectacular main comprised of a plump sweet scallop, equally sweet pork belly, and boudin, a mini raisin bread grilled cheese sandwich, and a dessert trifecta of home made root beer, cinnamon and cardamom ice cream, and mini doughnuts.
What I learned today:
Skull-penetrating injuries can be very dangerous…and visually interesting:
Cary Grant was almost James Bond:
The Florida Flamingoes were almost world series champs:
I don’t ever want to get old. And/or join a choir: