So long El Puerco. Off to new time zones, new adventures and new owners –
Cogito, ergo, zoom, indeed.
So long El Puerco. Off to new time zones, new adventures and new owners –
Cogito, ergo, zoom, indeed.
Little lock is closed so everyone is using the big lock this week. Including Parrotheads –
Good work crew.
Keep your feet on the ground and keep reaching for the stars. Something like that. Not sure the plant has feet. Quite certain it’s more interested in the sun. It’s certainly trying in this crazy spring we’re having –
Good work plant. We’ll check back with you later.
Number 2 on my list of camera shy cats – Felix
He hates the camera, usually runs away when he sees it. Today he wanted to take a swing at it. Fair enough, but here’s the result. I love his look of contempt.
Tomorrow I’ll try and catch the last one. No guarantees, but I’ll try.
When it rains, it pours. And it did today. Winds were blowing last night, rains came in this morning and haven’t really let up since. Just another Spring day in Seattle, you never know what you’re going to get. Have a Martini, use garlic stuffed olives. Relax a little –
He lives in a city with more fish markets per square mile than any other city on the planet.
He has 1200 supermarkets with fresh fish available.
He has 412 seafood restaurants listed on his Zagat Guide on his smartphone.
None of them will suffice for this man. He will spend hours in the basement tying the perfect fly. He has spent untold fortunes at the Avid Angler, securing the perfect neon green line. The bamboo/liquid crystal/carbon fiber rod was sourced from a top secret lab in Ballard. This man will CATCH his fish, thank you very much! With a fly rod. In the dead of winter. From an urban lake. Because he’s married and she told him to get a hobby.
Greenlake fly-fishing dude – You’re one of us!
Sad looks around the house tonight after my failures regarding the pot o’ gold –
Hopps has been like this all day. Don’t know if she’s ever gonna forgive me……
For a brief moment (dinnertime), she did seem to get past it. Now it’s back to the sulking.