Sunday, October 19, 2014

Good to the last drop


Buddha likes coffee, with or without half and half. He doesn't like tea of any kind, however. He smells rea, looks disappointed, and walks away from it. But coffee....

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Cone of shame






He stands in the traffic area of any room. Just stands with head down, tail down, body slumped. The picture of despair. If you move from the living room into the kitchen, you turn around to find that he's moved to that traffic area, and is standing in that same attitude of despair. As far as Buddha is concerned, it's not enough to suffer. You have to be seen to be suffering.





Sweet potatoes, fingerling potatoes, onions, shallots, olive oil, and Mrs. Dash

Thursday, October 9, 2014

You can lose yourself watching dump trucks and dirt


Someone is building a mega-something across the street. I'm sure its proximity to the Mall of America (2 long blocks away) is a hopeful factor. This area is a holding area for dirt. Trucks bring it in. Mountains of it. Trucks take it somewhere else in the mega-project. Trucks bring more. Mountains of it. Watching dirt. Yup. I find myself doing that. So do my coworker. "Oh, the red dump truck is back. Haven't seen him in several days," announced Jerri a couple of minutes ago.