Sunday, February 7, 2010
One thing readers will have learned about a Maine winter: There is time to relax.
Superbowl Sunday, and wifie is making guacamole and salsa. I'm making baked ham and mashed potatoes and a pumpkin pie. England vs. Wales will have to wait until tomorrow, meaning I have to be careful not to read any British paper tomorrow morning or spoil my game.
But if the Saints begin to lose badly, Aimee will likely give up on the bowl and we'll watch the more serious game.
Everyone else seems to be getting what they need too.
Chooks get wey from Aimee's cheese-making class. Unfortunately, I didn't get any cheese, even though I did all the stuff on the honey-do list. What does a guy have to do to get a little mozarrella around here?
Nellie-sheep is getting petted. She loves this. Other sheep run away if you try to touch them, but not Nellie-kins. She's soon going to be a mom soon for the first time. Hope everything comes out all right, Nell.
Haggis is getting some attention. Aimee and I think that this is one dog that wishes he could talk back. We got him at about a year old. His former owners used to leave him tied up outside in the dead of winter. What a stupid thing to do to such and intelligent and communicative dog. He must have been thinking all the time, "If only I could tell them how cold and lonely it is out here!" Poor dog.
The hose is frozen again. I threw it on the porch to thaw out. There's sunshine streaming in the windows and the porch heater is on, it'll be up to 70 F in no time, and the sheep will get their water.
Here's the little statue my father-in-law Dick Phillippi carved to commemorate this little porcine incident here.
Dick is a very talented wood carver. We have a growing collection of his carvings. This is my favorite.
I promise, no baseball bat was actually involved.