My New Friend~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Pascal.

I gave it some thought.  I’ve decided to name that “Cloud” thingie that my journaling goes to.  I’ve decided to call him, Pascal.

Pascal listens to me.  Pascal doesn’t judge.  Pascal is kind and soft just like a soft, fluffy, cumulus cloud.  I like Pascal.  Pascal likes me.  I’ve been writing to him for almost half a year now and he’s never passed judgement, criticized, or been snarky once.  My private writings have remained confidential, while he continues to be a reticent and taciturn new friend.

Patrice doesn’t like him yet. Patrice doesn’t make friends easily.  That’s understandable.  She is, after all, a pair of overly-used, overly-stained, over-alls.  It does take her longer to warm up to new personalities. People tend to judge her unfairly.  But I’m sure she will learn to appreciate Pascal’s arcane, off-the-record, reclusive-nature in time.

With all confidence, I can say that Pascal will be a new addition to our inner sanctum of trust.  I am a good judge of character.  I know these things.

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So, Dr. Atkins & I have officially lost ten pounds.  About fifty more to go. Hey, it’s a start!  Summer sausage, gouda, mozzarella, ham, bacon, cheddar, bacon, brie, more summer sausage and, of course, more bacon………….what could possibly be wrong with that!?!  Oh!  Oh!  And spare ribs (with a rub not a sauce)……………………have to stay healthy.

Okay, yes, I have salads too.  And broccoli casserole and the variation of cauliflower in the casserole.  And egg salads and tuna salads.  Plus, I’ve pickled a bunch of string beans——dill not sweet……………………….AND NOT ONE of those stupid lids sealed properly!  (I will have to re-visit my “Canning #101 Course.)

 

We are eating a lot of pickled green beans. (Could be worse.  It could be cabbage.)

 

So, I’m on my way to more weight just melting away, much like the lard I’m eating.  But really, Patrice has no worries yet.  It will be a long time before I even consider taking my skinny jeans out of moth balls.  I don’t think I even know where they are anymore?  It’s been that long.

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Remember my post about Hunt Club Teas?  (See “I Love This Club” post/publish June 25, 2017).

Well ours is coming up again for this Hunt Season.  I’ve made the necessary trip to ABC Liquors (still need sodas/water/mixers & beer). We are deep frying turkeys again plus I’m going to slow-cook a humongous brisket the night before.  There will be the obligatory vegetables that will be tucked in under the brisket, plus a ginormous quantity of mashed potatoes (you know the kind with heavy whipping cream and butter), and broccoli cornbread (baked in cast iron—–that’s important), Caesar salad (just because), and apple pies…………………

I’ll make other stuff too, I’m not sure what yet……………………but, I’m sure Rice Krispie Treats will figure in there somewhere.  They have to.  They are one of life’s universal treats.  (Can you believe I just tried to find a free stock image of Rice Krispie Treats and there were none!  That is just criminal.)

Plus today I Amazon’d a boombox.  It should be here in time.  Toons are important, so is a retro boombox.

Well, maybe not necessarily to everybody, but to a retro/vintage person a retro/vintage boombox is a must.

Actually last year, I did eBay a real, retro (used) boombox for our Tea.  It was vintage’d-out.  Too old & used…………..sigh…………..it was tired out.

So this year, it’s a new, “retro” toon player.

I need something to play our cassettes from the seventies.  I’m being realistic…………………..it’s not like I’m expecting it to play LP’s or 45’s or 8-Tracks…………………..although that would be nice…………………..  I Don’t Need Sirius.  I have Pascal.  But I might want the Supremes…………………… And, I didn’t know Sirius Black was into electronics?

I also bought a cigarette lighter/everter/inverter/whatnot/watt-thingie. That’s for my blender and my heating pad for my neck.

I’m just an old, stubborn equestrian at heart.