We’ve had some serious weather the last couple of days. The rain and wind were so bad that it sent the sand dollars I found dancing across the picnic table outside. It knocked over one of the cactus too, bottoms up when we found it this morning, roots in the air. I’ve been staying in the house, watching the rain blow sideways. I don’t like it. I don’t care how much we need the rain.
I went to a sushi restaurant for dinner tonight, and for the record I think eel has surpassed pork in my culinary desires. I’m trying to curb the habit by imagining an electric eel in the water as I’m eating unagi. Doesn’t work. Doesn’t even slow me down. Eel and eel sauce – whatever that is. It’s delicious. Bring some more. Bring it with cucumber. Bring it with rice. Pass the miso soup.
And this is weird, and I told Bakingnotwriting I was not going to write about this on the blog, but here I am doing it anyway. We went by the harbor master’s office today to ask him a question, and not only does he keep a parakeet there, but he was drunk as cootie brown. I could smell the whiskey on his breath and oozing out his pores. Bakingnotwriting wanted to know who cootie brown was. I don’t know, but I suspect it’s the harbor master.