If I were prone to burst out in song, I’d be singing Oh What a Beautiful Morning. The sun is squint your eyes bright, and it’s warm even bordering on hot. I have already been busy. I potted the last of the deck plants and polished the old silver butter knives with the names of the herbs on them then stuck them in the planters.
The deck is still a mess from the last rain storm, but I’m hoping I can get my landscaper’s guy to blow it clean and save me the sweeping. I have an errand today in a bit as I’m making appetizers for game night tonight and need a couple of ingredients for the brie and strawberries, mostly brie and strawberries.
Gracie had a tough night so we were up until 2:30. I don’t know what she ate but she had indigestion again. I gave her sea grass and it did the trick though I needed to do the clean-up, but that’s a small price to pay for a happy dog.
Every now and then I have a craving for something salty. When I do, I am reminded of the episode from the original Star Trek about Nancy, the shape-shifting salt fiend. Kirk, McCoy and a red-shirted crewman go down to the planet to administer physicals to the two inhabitants, Nancy and her husband. Well, it doesn’t take long until red shirt dies. That is a rule in Star Trek-all red shirts are doomed. Two more crew members beam down, both wearing red shirts. Nancy kills them then shape shifts into one of them and goes back to the Enterprise. Well, Nancy isn’t Nancy-she is a salt sucking fiend who attacks Kirk, but McCoy kills her before she can suck all the salt and kill him. I don’t use much salt but when I do, thoughts of Nancy come to mind.