Under the Covers

Me: The Schwan's man is here. We didn't look at the catalogue.
Him: He's HERE?!

(A few minutes later, after I politely ask "Amos" to come back another time)

Me: Stephan? Where are you?
(I find Stephan hiding in bed under the covers)
Him: I'm here.
Me: Why are you hiding?
Him: I didn't want him to find us.

End of story.

...on the other side

I took Sad-Dog for a long walk this afternoon. It's beautiful here- 80's, sunny, light breeze. Lots of people were mowing their lawn in the fading sunlight. The smell is undenibly Summer, but it was really weird to smell that smell here in Montana. Grass smells the same no matter where you are I guess. Something about that feels wrong. Summer should smell different when you're 1400 miles away from where you've spent 28 other summers.

Wow, am I really that old?!

KC

Sitting here, I'm trying to type something coherent about work, and how well it's going for both Stephan and me. Something about being very grateful to Fallon Medical Complex for all their support- how successful my participation in their Health Fair was on Wednesday- that I'm seeing at least 3 people per day when I'm over there doing massage, and that I'm just amazed at how well-received my practice is in the Baker/Plevna community.

Unfortunately, none of that is really well-written. There's a dog here, a friend's dog, who is whining. He has severe emotional problems, which we really thought could be mitigated by letting him spend the night at our house while his owner is out of town. Actually, he won't stop crying. He's very cute, with big brown SAD eyes. But he won't shut up. We've considered helping him relax using our last beer... but it's really good beer, and Stephan is telling me that my rum would be a better choice. I'm not quite sure what we're going to do about this. We may just isolate him in the study for the night, or... we'll be putting the phrase, "Hair of the dog" to the test. Mythbusters, we've got one for you!!

New recipies

Working at the Assisted Living place has really helped me learn to cook. In fact, my dad had a good suggestion for one of the dishes to be served at our BBQ...


Soft Shell Cicadas

Ingredients:
1 cup Worcesterhire sauce
60 freshly emerged 17-year cicadas
4 eggs, beaten
3 cups flour
salt and pepper to season flour
1 cup corn oil or slightly salted butter

Directions:
Marinate cicadas, alive in a sealed container, in Worcestershire sauce for several hours. (This step may be skipped and you may go directly to the egg step instead.) Dip them, in beaten egg, roll them in the seasoned flour and then gently saute them until golden brown.

Yield:
4 main dish servings.

If you don't eat them this year, you won't be able to again until 2024. Tastes a little like crickets.

Overheard

Me: There was a moth in the bathroom and I killed it.

Him: You are a brave warrior princess.

Not found in Websters

Here are ways to use the word "visit" that you may not have heard of before....

-Have you visited your mom lately?

-You should come over for a visit.

-We need to visit about that later.

-He and I will visit about that and get back to you.

-Oh, he's probably out in the parking lot visiting with people.

-Sit down and visit for a while!

Traffic Jam

I was 10 minutes late to an appointment yesterday for a simple reason:

"A fence had broken and cows were wandering about on the highway."

Try to use that one next time Lake Shore Drive is congested and let me know what they say.