Moooooooooooooo,,,!

I tell ya. Sometimes it’s just like living outside. For the second time in a couple weeks now we have had a bird loose in the house. Both times it was an Oriole.
First thing, turn off the fans!
The first time it kinda freaked Mrs. Barn as she was duckin and dodging as the thing flapped around her head. Second time she was in bed and just pulled the covers over her head while I escorted it out.
We think we need to scale back on feeding all the critters. They are getting a bit rude and demanding about it all. Not to mention all the dead banana skins down in the sand. It is fun tho!

Went the next round with the “Geno Special BBQ’ last night. And in light of new experiences, we are now in the market for a gas grill. It’s not so much the grill it’s self as it is the charcoal. And when I say charcoal, I mean CHARcoal. This is not the Kingsford stuff you are used to. Nope. It does work but not like I want/need. And there is no charcoal fluid to be found. Luckily, we have a few cans of Zippo fuel left over from the daze when Mental Breach was home to the only, official Zippo distributor in the country! And it takes almost a whole can to get the coal going.

I think I drank 5 beers while waiting for things to get hot.
Lets see, 5 beers at 20 minutes per beer, is 100 minutes, or 1 hour and 40 minutes for glowing coals. Not counting the time required to go allll the way across the DoubleWide, into “chez Barnacle, over to the stand up beer cooler and then make the journey back!
But once it all was glowing, we tossed on them rib-eye steaks we got from Reagan. Turns out, they were very good! As you can see here.

Check the new Dread Zepplin tune in the juke box!



If MLK told me “I have a dream…” I’d have been “Was it that one where all your clothes have turned into ferrets and you’re late for work?”

And then he’d get all distracted and forget what his dream really was. It’s probably a good thing I was never part of his posse.