Field Marshal Turkish von Turkenstein is always critical of my weather-management skills on that first really cold, damp day of fall.
Denied access to the great outdoors, he stalks around the house making pointed observations and issuing orders. There is no food in this dish! I will have a drink in the sink! Scratch my ears at once! (And don’t be surprised if I scratch something of yours in return.)
Finally, he naps fitfully on my drawing board, trying to catch whatever feeble rays of sunshine filter through the clouds. Truly, a winter of discontent.
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Winter? We aren’t that far-gone yet are we?!
Look on the bright side Patrick…. he hasn’t discovered the joys of alcohol yet.
That would be hell having to fight Turkish for the last swig of Jameson in the house.
The cat sounds like yours truly in winter! We’re escaping it this year by fleeing to Sicily though yesterday here in Viterbo I took a ride around Lago di Vico (one of those exctinct volcanoes filled with water) wearing knickers, arm warmers, windvest, wool socks – basically all the warm cycling clothes I brought here. We head back to Monferrato tomorrow where I hope it’s at least a bit warmer.
I can sympathize. My cat doesn’t go out but loves to sit on the sill of the open window. A major source of pleasure that is basically over for 6-7 months. My cat becomes anxious and cries. Definitely not good for his health as he has two chronic health conditions.
I guess my cat would love the winter sun in Sicily….indoors, of course!
Ah The Turk iAd a They Might Be Giants fan. Cool.
The way the economy is going, this may be my “winter of discount tent” too!
Oooh. Good pun.
It got up to the high fifties today in BombTown, so I went out in knickers, a short sleeve thermal undershirt, and a long sleeve jersey. Of course it was too warm down in White Rock and a veritable meat locker up at the top of Camp May Road. I just can’t climb when I’m freezing my tush off. I was too lazy to properly layer today so I could more easily take stuff off and on again, so by the time I was descending, it was pretty cold from the evaporating perspiration. Still, a great ride for mid-October in the mountains.
With the better half off to D.C. visiting her sister and brother-in-law, its been two days of “refrigerator quiche” so far, i.e., rummaging around to see what needed to be cooked first and baking it into a crust with an egg custard. Combined with an IPA starter and a little Chardonnay, it ain’t so bad. Gotta think of act II, though, once I eat through this effort. My guess is it will have something to do with fresh marinara (Ok, Larry…I know, I know…) given the pile of tomatoes in the kitchen that need to be dealt with.
Hope all are well out there.
Is that a cat or a small pig (piglet)