Courtesy of Nick’s House of Pancakes, Ann Arbor. I went with the hash browns, scrambled eggs, chicken and chorizo rolled into a tortilla which was topped with diced bell pepper, cheddar, and a most excellent tomatillo sauce. It made for two generous meals. While I can’t and don’t eat this way all the time, it was well worth the gustatory splurge.
Tonights’ dinner: a nice spinach frittata with slices of a home-baked baguette (thank you sweetie).
Faye brought Lucy home today. Things have gone well – she and Fitzi played and pranced, and postured with sticks. Senior Achilles joined in; we were inclined to limit his exuberance because of recent back troubles which he is recovering well from.
Feeding time went well. Right now, each dog is resting or sleeping on a bed. At one point Lucy settled on the couch. Rather than fiddle with exposures and settings I went with the ambient light.
I think she is at home. We are blessed and pleased to have her.
I never imagined living in Canada until 2005. Yet here I am, having lived here for ten years. This sums things up quite nicely.
Our small town’s annual fair had its opening parade the other night. A neat aspect of living in a small town is that you’re not restrained behind barricades dozens of feet away, you’re right there only a few feet from the action. You can make eye contact, person to person as it should be.
Back on Thursday.
I recently had the good fortune to attend a Tigers-Astros game. Although Jose Altuve – the best second baseman in the majors – went oh for four and the Astros lost 5-3, it was a decent, entertaining game and a very enjoyable evening.
A brilliant, rousing mid-winter dawn raised my spirits even further than the height they had already reached.
My dad flew the C-47 Skytrain troop transport airplane in World War II. I had the great good fortune to ride in one the other day. The experience gave me the opportunity to experience a tiny sliver of how he spent about 2 1/2 years of his life.