A wasted day . . .
The delivery truck broke down, but no one bothered to inform me until I called at 4 p.m.
Still no hot water, and I’ll find something good to post about as soon as I can.
The delivery truck broke down, but no one bothered to inform me until I called at 4 p.m.
Still no hot water, and I’ll find something good to post about as soon as I can.
Hey! Psst! Look over to your right. Now, scroll down a little. What’s this? Yep! You got it! Before the Saltwater Came is now available as an e-book! Ten years ago this month, Before the Saltwater Came was first released as a hard cover book. The little book now has a second life…
That is where I’ve been, and that’s why you’ve not heard much from me the past week. Well, I wasn’t gone a whole week, but I had lots of desk work to clear up before I could leave. Monday, I needed to rest and recuperate, so here I am with a little review of the highlights.
It was a beautiful day watching the shrimp jump and the gulls dive. Only thing better than that was watching our Cantaloupe Pogeaux Pops go down, down, down. We ended the day with a box full of trout and tired arms!
With the able-bodied help of RenRed and LilSis, the renovations are coming right along. We are just taking a break from work and getting a quick “internet” fix before heading back to the cottage to tack down some carpet so this will be a quick and short update. So, here’s a photo to whet…
One of the bad things about having sons who work on boats is the work schedule. David, the oldest, works a 28 and 14 schedule–28 days on the boat and 14 days off. Daniel, next in line, works 14 and 7. I never know ahead of time if they will be off the boat to celebrate holidays and birthdays. So, we just get together when we can, especially when they are both off the boat at the same time.
Some folks call a black drum a “goo” and consider it undesirable; but when a fish gives it’s life for my pleasure or gain, I do not feel comfortable wasting its life. So, in honor of the 30.5 pound black drum that gave its life for me, I call these “Goo Cakes”. They are…