Ahoy out there, you people on the Internet. Have you been wondering about the progress of my home-grown shrimp? The good news is that I’ve developed quite an attachment to them, and they’re safe and sound. I’ve been monitoring the water quality in their hatchery and feeding them daily. The bad news is that they’re still far shy of “jumbo” sized. I had hoped by now they’d be big enough to fry them up, but they’re not there yet. All in good time, all in good time.
Another thing I thought I’d do today is provide you with the service of bringing you up to speed on the globetrotting activities of my grandson Max and my grandniece Tricia. I spoke with Max on the phone a few days ago, and he told me that he’s sold nearly all of his glassware out there in Mendocino County, California. I asked him what his best-selling “big ticket item” was, and without hesitation he said it was his tobacco pipes. And I can see why: They’re more like art than a pipe; why, I would not be surprised if many of them end up in curio cabinets out there in old Mendocino and never get used at all. Max told me that he’s getting ready to travel down to San Francisco shortly; I said to be sure to let me know when he’s good and settled in so he can write another “guest blog” chronicling his travels. I told him to take his time and enjoy himself; his voice sounded a touch raspy and lethargic, but that’s what the open road does to you.
And as for Tricia, she sent me a text message yesterday that said, and I quote, “HEY we r back in kansars now doing good. Missori popos suck. thx 4 letting us borrow trailer <3 ya.” I’m glad to hear she and her friends Derek and Jessica are adjusting to their new surroundings. I’m assuming they parked the trailer in her family’s yard. Do any of you know what popos are? That buzzword is new to me.
Until next time!