Author: Steve

I think he’s asleep.

Not just pretending to be asleep, but sound asleep!

…sneaky sneaky green heron.

In America, we hold the fork in our left hand and our knife in our right hand to cut our food (assuming we’re right-handed), then switch hands with the fork to get the food to our mouth.  In Europe it’s simpler, more direct.  Hold the food still with the fork in your left hand while you cut it with your knife.  Then put the food that is already skewered on your fork directly into your mouth.  Sounds simple, right?  We tried it while we were in England.  First off, it’s hard to break that ingrained habit of switching hands with the fork.  Second, when we eat American style, we’re moving the food to our mouths with the fork tines pointed up.  The food tends to stay on it.  European style, the fork tines are pointed down and the food wants to fall off back onto the plate mid-journey.  We gave up and went with what we’re used to, transferring the fork hand to hand.

Another failure to adapt happened at the pizza restaurant.  We could not bring ourselves to eat pizza with a knife and fork like what was happening at all the tables around us.  That’s just wrong.

About once a year we get weather cold enough at night to make ice on the fountain.

This is that time this year.  28 degrees last night.  Headed for 25 degrees tonight!  Then the next night, the end of the polar vortex, it should be about 50.

Feed the dogs in the morning.  If one piece of kibble spills out onto the kitchen counter, Jesse knows.  She can’t see the countertop from where she is on the floor, but her nose knows.  After she eats, she’ll stand in the kitchen and moan.  Go there and ask what’s wrong and she’ll run to the closest spot to the counter and look up.  Even if you can’t see it at first, keep looking.  There will be a piece of kibble there.

If there are two pieces of kibble there and you only give her one and walk away; it’s not over till it’s over.  She knows.