Volpone
Zombie Hunter
An alternate title for this thread would've been "Failure is *Always* an Option." If I ever write my autobiography, that's what I'll call it. Of course you kind of need to be a success for that title to work, so we'll see.
Anyhow, it's surprising how much this heat takes it out of you. Oh, I forgot: Today is The Dog's obedience class. At 5pm. On the other side of town. And the AC seems to be out on my car. So I did have a look at traffic before leaving and adjusted my route based on it. Then I had to wrangle her into the car. For some reason she's not a fan of the car. I don't know if it still smells like Old Dog, she doesn't like my driving, or she doesn't think I take her anywhere fun. But she does not like to get in the car. Of course from when I checked the traffic to when I was actually in transit, the traffic changed. I dunno if it was still faster than the other option, but I wound up being late. Still had to go because I paid good money for it. And I wanted her to get cooled off (and for traffic to die down) before the trip home. Shit, maybe she just doesn't want to leave her home. Because now that I think about it, she got right in the car after class.
Got home and tried my kalua beef experiment. There's a tasty Hawai'ian dish called kalua pork that is kind of a pain if you cook it traditionally, but you can do it dead simple and pretty tasty in a crock pot. I decided, for fun to try it with beef instead. It turned out amazing. I thought it would just be a baseline and then I'd tailor the recipe for the different meat but it worked almost straight up. I did add a little pepper, because you gotta add pepper to beef, but other than that no real changes. Next will be pulled beef sliders, but that's another story.
So. Dinner, local news, and "Jeopardy!". For some reason Teh Kitteh nommed on a leaf of the cabbage that serves in lieu of seaweed. Which finally gets me back to the point. Belly full, I decided on a short nap. Got up and decided to post my cooking experiment success to Facebook. Instead I saw a posting for a lost dog in my neighborhood that I'm pretty sure I saw. Possibly twice. Sometime. See, when you're out walking a dog, you run into stray dogs. The problem is, you're busy enough managing your dog that you can't do anything but avoid the stray. Especially if it is a pit bull with no collar. It was a fine, sweet doggo, but the dynamics of an unleashed doggo with no person and your dog on a leash are perilous, so the focus was on breaking contact. Some days later we were in the general vicinity and a guy had a dog tied up in the front yard and asked if anyone was missing a dog because this one just turned up. Should've maybe taken a picture, but then it would be on my phone with the phone number for another missing dog that I never saw but whose owner I ran into. Thing is, it's so long since we've walked in that neighborhood I couldn't even be sure if the timeline matched up. And what was I going to say? "Yeah, I think I saw this dog. Awhile back. Then I think I might have saw it again somewhere. At some guy's house. Awhile back." Not exactly helpful and then I'm set up as the person who failed to help them find their dog. Still... While it was a fool's errand, I had to, on principle, walk that street and see if I ran into the guy or the dog. Still 93 out, but at least the sun was down. I could sneak out without disturbing The Dog.
Yeah, right. So instead of a quick out-and-back, I wound up walking The Dog. Heat wasn't as bad, but still not fun. No luck finding the missing dog--no surprise. So now I'm home and it's approaching bedtime. And Yay! It's below 90. I mean, the humidity is, like, 66%, but at least it's below 90. :/
Anyhow, it's surprising how much this heat takes it out of you. Oh, I forgot: Today is The Dog's obedience class. At 5pm. On the other side of town. And the AC seems to be out on my car. So I did have a look at traffic before leaving and adjusted my route based on it. Then I had to wrangle her into the car. For some reason she's not a fan of the car. I don't know if it still smells like Old Dog, she doesn't like my driving, or she doesn't think I take her anywhere fun. But she does not like to get in the car. Of course from when I checked the traffic to when I was actually in transit, the traffic changed. I dunno if it was still faster than the other option, but I wound up being late. Still had to go because I paid good money for it. And I wanted her to get cooled off (and for traffic to die down) before the trip home. Shit, maybe she just doesn't want to leave her home. Because now that I think about it, she got right in the car after class.
Got home and tried my kalua beef experiment. There's a tasty Hawai'ian dish called kalua pork that is kind of a pain if you cook it traditionally, but you can do it dead simple and pretty tasty in a crock pot. I decided, for fun to try it with beef instead. It turned out amazing. I thought it would just be a baseline and then I'd tailor the recipe for the different meat but it worked almost straight up. I did add a little pepper, because you gotta add pepper to beef, but other than that no real changes. Next will be pulled beef sliders, but that's another story.
So. Dinner, local news, and "Jeopardy!". For some reason Teh Kitteh nommed on a leaf of the cabbage that serves in lieu of seaweed. Which finally gets me back to the point. Belly full, I decided on a short nap. Got up and decided to post my cooking experiment success to Facebook. Instead I saw a posting for a lost dog in my neighborhood that I'm pretty sure I saw. Possibly twice. Sometime. See, when you're out walking a dog, you run into stray dogs. The problem is, you're busy enough managing your dog that you can't do anything but avoid the stray. Especially if it is a pit bull with no collar. It was a fine, sweet doggo, but the dynamics of an unleashed doggo with no person and your dog on a leash are perilous, so the focus was on breaking contact. Some days later we were in the general vicinity and a guy had a dog tied up in the front yard and asked if anyone was missing a dog because this one just turned up. Should've maybe taken a picture, but then it would be on my phone with the phone number for another missing dog that I never saw but whose owner I ran into. Thing is, it's so long since we've walked in that neighborhood I couldn't even be sure if the timeline matched up. And what was I going to say? "Yeah, I think I saw this dog. Awhile back. Then I think I might have saw it again somewhere. At some guy's house. Awhile back." Not exactly helpful and then I'm set up as the person who failed to help them find their dog. Still... While it was a fool's errand, I had to, on principle, walk that street and see if I ran into the guy or the dog. Still 93 out, but at least the sun was down. I could sneak out without disturbing The Dog.
Yeah, right. So instead of a quick out-and-back, I wound up walking The Dog. Heat wasn't as bad, but still not fun. No luck finding the missing dog--no surprise. So now I'm home and it's approaching bedtime. And Yay! It's below 90. I mean, the humidity is, like, 66%, but at least it's below 90. :/