Raining, here.
And the cell seems to be just sitting over this town and moistening it. Wish it were the same at home.
My dear old friend Jenny and I were discussing homemade things tonight, and she mentioned making Vanilla extract; I haven’t, myself, but I remember the Watkins man, who came in a horse drawn wagon and dispensed vanilla extract. He was also where Gramps bought Bag Balm. The watkins man later switched to a white suburban with no side windows in the back. I remember they sold a lot of animal stuff for the farm too, I remember the old man making me take the dilators out of the cows teats before milking and boiling them and sticking them in the bag balm.
Gonna hit the hay, and play Angry Birds till I fall asleep. Meanwhile, here is the actual list of words that end in gry.
“…take the dilators out of the cows teats before milking and boiling them and sticking them in the bag balm”
Sounds painful. I wouldn’t want to be a cow on your farm.
It was no fun milking them with undilated teats either.
OH, You are boiling the dilators? That’s not so bad.
You think strippers would benefit from Bag Balm after a busy night on the pole?
I’ve always been fascinated (well, fascinated for several years now, anyway) by Irish words ending in -oon or -een: spalpeen, gossoon, birdeen, etc.
Here in God’s back garden, AKA “Da Pewyet Sound Basin”, it’s been beastly hot for as far back as I can remember, at least three days. Temps were in the (Gasp!) mid 80’s. Today it was cloudy and much cooler. Tonight is nice, about 65F right now with a Loooverly light breeze. No skeeters either. Prolly gonna rain a lil’ bit before sunup too. Eacher hearts out.
Took the Missus out to dinner to celebrate. There’s a decent lil’ eatery about 450 yards and three 90 deg. turns away. “Voula’s Good Eats” and they are, good eats, I mean. I had tonight’s special: Meatloaf and mashed potatoes. Bill must have mislaid his salt shaker ’cause the meat loaf wasn’t pickled tonight. I teased him about it and he said his Missus (Voula) read him the riot act about too much salt in everything. He’s getting along in years and doesn’t taste it as much as he used to, so from now on he’s just gonna put in a teensy lil’ skosh and let the customers make it look like a snowbank if they want to. Anyway without all the extra salt his meatloaf was to die for. Even with the ground lamb in it. Dessert comes with dinner ‘n tonight was Lemon Meringue Pie. Damn, Bill makes a good Lemon Meringue Pie. Damn good meal for six and a half bucks. And no dishes to clean up.
Gerry N.
I have to run off at the mouth about Voula’s restaurant. Voula and the oldest boy, Stanley run the joint. Bill and the second kid, run the kitchen. Bill is a marvelous cook. I like to eat there, because it’s not too expensive, they know which table I prefer and that if I don’t want coffee, I’ve died. Also, there’s an inordinate amount of laughing in the back, the lot of ’em seem to get along well. And any place that full of laughs and giggles just has to be good for the soul. Oh, and so’s the food.
Gerry N.