Dear readers, it’s just one of those rainy days that should not go without mention. For no particular reason.
Here I sit in my recliner having just consumed the most delicious meal right here in the confines of my home.
Braised duck legs in a port reduction sauce with parsnip, turnip, prune gratin. Ooh, la la. Quite the meal.
Doogie Beau is turning into a teenager. He is into everything…just destroyed a cheap headset…chewed the foam right off the ear pieces. And after all we do. So my advice to all is this. If you want to get a dog…get it NOW. We aren’t getting any younger and young doggie shenanigans add up…if you get my drift. Having said that, we love the Beau. He is sweet, so sweet…usually.
Excuse me people…but my parents don’t understand me. I’m a dog and I have requirements. This includes needing attention…I need lots of attention and if they don’t pay attention…well, I just do what I do. Can’t blame a dog for that, now can you? Mom and dad are great in that they drag me out of the house every couple of hours and say something like, “Go Beau. Do your business”. I have no idea what they are meaning exactly. So I frolic in the ice plant. Meanwhile they are saying, “Go Beau and do your business” again. Really. That’s what they do. I’m sure I’ll figure it out one of these days. I do understand “fetch” and “sit” and “stay”…but this business stuff. I don’t know.
Okay, well, I’ve recaptured the computer from the dog. He is such a rascal. And now I’m listening to the soundtrack from Midnight in Paris, that fabulous movie that Woody Allen did. Love the music. It’s available now…of course, I screwed up and before I finally bought it, I bought the movie and another soundtrack labelled Midnight in Paris that has absolutely nothing to do with the movie. Oh, well. Such a geek…I am not. I wonder if I can copy the movie to a DVD? if so, I can watch that movie again and again. Really? Does anyone really do that? Watch a movie over and over? And why Midnight in Paris? How about Noon in Paris? Three P.M. in Paris? I think I know why…Midnight in Paris…sounds so fabulous!!
Last night Ray and I went to see War Horse. I’d like to know what you think if you saw it. The photography was beautiful…but I just didn’t get into it. I’m not sure I’m thrilled with any movie with the word ‘war’ in the title. I know this. I won’t watch it again. Once was enough. Oh, and I’m sad to report that the theater in Morro Bay closed for renovation and they re-did the toilets which was sorely needed but they raised the price of the ticket to $8. OMG. Highway robbery when we can stay at home and watch a movie for $4.99 with On Demand (from DirecTV). Did they shoot themselves in the foot? I mean they don’t even have a matinee price…and we live in a community of retired folks.
Did I ever tell you about the time I was called for jury duty and they trial involved a man accused of shooting a horse in the foot. Really. You can’t make this stuff up. Didn’t get selected. Don’t know what ever happened to that poor man. Prosecutorial zeal is what I chalk it up to.
Well, guess I’ll close…company coming over to view my award-winning DVD on our trip to Australia and New Zealand. They are interested in traveling there and actually want to see a vacation DVD. Who knew?
Finally, my tooth is getting better. Well, actually my missing tooth and the surrounding territory are getting better, I think. I hope. So, I have a big hole in my line up of teeth and now I have to figure out if I want to get an implant or a partial or what. What do poor people do? What do affluent people do? And the in-betweeners?
But I digress. Decisions must be made. I mean the other teeth in my mouth aren’t exactly healthy. Most have had root canals. All are crowned or capped except for the bottom fronts. My mouth has cost me a lot over the years and I’m just talking dentistry here. But that discussion will not go further…who wants to expose previous errors involving the mouth? Let’s just leave it at that.
So…as the Parisian music plays, it reminds me of travels in France. For heaven’s sakes, if you haven’t read about our trip to France, you should. We had many adventures and I highly recommend it.
Below is a terrible picture I took with my Iphone. The guy to the right of the guy with the dark vest on is Woody Allen. Heard him play his clarinet. Was actually in the same room with him for almost 2 hours. Sorry about the quality. Really, I could say that was anyone and how would you know? But, it really was Woody. He has a lot of energy for a man in his, how old is he now?
Here he is sitting down in front of the bass.
And for your listening pleasure is one of cuts from the Midnight in Paris soundtrack!!
Nighty, night.
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