Whopper of a Fish Story

When I close my tiny backyard pond I dread pulling the pump in near freezing water. The cold is so intense my hand hurts with a burning sensation for an hour. This video of a Lake Superior ice fisherman extending his arm into the ice hole to extract a fish mad me shiver. Obviously, his adrenaline rush was so intense he didn’t notice his arm burning up to the shoulder. The fish he caught is certainly a trophy, and he did the right thing.

You Can Play Broke Too

North Korea is teaching us a lesson. Being a Socialist State they know how to spy, and play dirty tricks on their enemies. Many people believe that the North Koreans are not behind the hacking of SONY Pictures, but rather SONY Pictures had themselves hacked to make headlines, and to get free publicity for their movie The Interview. In my book that smacks of Progressive liberalism. The hacking was most likely initiated from within, how else could the world’s most tech-savvy people let themselves be broken into? They might also have had a sequel in mind which would follow the exact story line we see in today’s headlines. SONY is a Japanese company and we all know the Japs lead the world in electronics and gaming software. They would be the last ones to have left a door open for a North Korean hacker to enter and steal everything.

A second scenario would give the North Koreans the will and reason to hack into the USA. They know how to make an atomic bomb, hacking a computer system would be child’s play for them.

A third scenario is that the CIA and NSA did the hack as another diversion for Obama. He needs a major distraction from the ass kicking he got in the last election. He pretends that it doesn’t matter because he has a phone and a pen, but his ego must be just a wee bit shattered by the country’s message to get out of Dodge. We are coming for you O,in a short time you will hold a sign on an expressway exit announcing “I work lie for food.” After all, your number one competitor resigned from your admin and announced she was flat broke. We should all be so broke.  You can play broke too, it is the Progressive way.

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A Most Magnificent Sight

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This morning I saw a most magnificent sight. I sat at the breakfast table downing my home cooked oatmeal while nursing a bad back. Really, should a back go out while brushing teeth. Well, mine did. I stood there scrubbing away when I felt this involuntary twist in my lower vertebrae with the accompanying ice pick in the back pain. So there I sat, with a scowl longer than Doctor Who’s scarf when I spotted a brown form pass by the skimmer in the pond. At first I thought it was a squirrel, but for some reason the squirrel idea didn’t gel. A few mouthfuls of oatmeal later I saw a full-grown coyote come into the yard behind the pond. He walked so fast I had to jump out of my chair to get a good look at him. I called out to Peg to come quick so she could see the critter too. Then a second coyote appeared from behind the pond. Both were full-grown and looked very similar to German Shepard dogs. Peg made it to the window in time to see them saunter off into the neighbor’s yard and out of sight. One of them, whom I assume was the male, lifted his leg and marked a few shrubs on the way out.

The whole scene lasted no more than one minute, but it served to make me forget the pain in the my back. I love those guys, I hope they come back soon.

All day Peg has been obsessing about coyotes killing smaller animals, and wanted to send out a general alert to everyone in Frankfort to warn them about the awful small animal eating coyotes on the prowl. Her obsessing also made me forget about the pain. Somehow, I would rather it were the coyotes.

Even Santa Poops

This evening I am cleaning up emails sent by friends. One in particular caught my attention. Titled “Even Santa Poops,” is a Youtube video advertising a product we should all have handy for those embarrassing moments. I guarantee a smile, chuckle, or even a hearty guffaw.

A Dark Day Made Worse by Rain

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Dreary December days bring on depression. I am one who needs sunlight to survive, and today was one of those dark days made worse by rain. The only bright spot was watching my bride eat one of her classic breakfasts. Usually she has a pretend breakfast. She will set out a number of things like a banana, an egg, juice, rice crispy square, and anything else that might suit her fancy. I’ll chug down my bowl of cereal with milk and a side of coffee. We spend time together, then she will get up to get her bathrobe so she won’t spill on her good clothes. By the time she returns I have finished, and I am cleaning up. She does the same thing, and puts all her stuff away, without tasting a single thing. I know better than to comment, I just shrug and ignore her lack of interest in eating. This morning I had eggs, so she said she would have an egg too. That means hard boiling eggs to please her palette. In the meantime my stomach growls loudly while waiting for those eggs to harden. It takes seventeen minutes to boil an egg hard. Then, there is a cool down and finally removal from the shell. Meanwhile, my two fried eggs are still in the shell waiting to hit the fry pan..
This morning Peg waited for the hard-boiled eggs. I finally served her two hard-boiled eggs on a plate before I fried my eggs. When I finally sat down to eat she got up to get a cake from the fridge. She wanted a slice of strawberry chocolate cream cake with her egg. I had to slice her a piece before I could finally attack my cooled fried eggs. Who eats strawberry chocolate cream cake with hard-boiled eggs? Not me for sure. I could not resist photographing the event. Today was a day when she actually ate breakfast. Oh, by the way do you see the orange juice container on the table, but a glass of Pepsi next to her plate.?

Lord help me, please.