The brats are “Sheboygan” brats, which according to the woman at Olde Time Meats are the same as regular brats except they have more black pepper. The skewers vary slightly: Mine has an extra purple onion; Jackie’s has an extra yellow pepper.
As long as I’ve been using a Pixel phone (I’m on my third), Google has been alerting me to make “canvas” prints. But the alert always led to a blank screen.
A couple of days ago I thought, “You know, I don’t need them to pick which photo to print; I can just print one I like!”
National Weather Service: “Destructive 80 mph winds.”
Jackie, wanting to be clear: “Not the constructive kind.”
Yesterday was Jackie’s birthday, and she and Ashley came to my Esperanto meeting. Jackie and I had beers (the Hazy U of IPA), but poor Ashley had to make due with water. (And some of Tony’s potato chips.) #dogsofmastodon
Me, responding to Jackie (asking if I want her to close the house up): “Don’t do anything on my account. Do whatever makes sense to you. Or, if nothing makes sense to you… be confused.”
“That felt like going downhill,” said Jackie.
“We’ve been living in Central Illinois too long,” said I.
(To be fair, it was downhill—just barely.)
Jackie and I had seen these sculptures from the road on our way to our dog training class. Today we parked at the other end of the Robe trail, then walked to this spot and back to the car, about a 3-mile round trip. #dogsofmastodon
Jackie was in the mood for some prime ribeye, so we got one and I prepared it with a quick and easy mushroom gravy, along with some twice-baked potatoes from the butcher that sold the steak. Served with the nice Triptych beer A Wizard is Never Late.
“Be a good dog. Don’t boop my laptop with your snout,” I said.
“What should she boop it with?” asks Jackie.
Ashley (just visible behind Jackie) likes shifting from the sunny places to the shady places every few minutes. Jackie, on the other hand, enjoys sitting in the sun (as I do). #dogsofmastodon
