Rev. Joe’s Random Thought #6,275

yeah I know you did not ask!

The Wee Dog has a tendency to sleep on the foot of our bed, usually very close to my feet. Occasionally she will pop herself between the snoozing Señora Weinhaus and myself.  In the winter time it is not uncommon for her to weasel her way under the covers to the foot of the bed.  It is a mystery to me as why, in 7 years, she has not been kicked or turned into a pancake.

Last night she was at the foot of the bed on top of the covers.  I must have kicked the covers off my feet as I was awakened around 3 in the morning by the Wee Dog licking my ankles. At first I thought Senora had developed a foot fetish, then I realized it was Lily.  She must have become disoriented in the night and could not find her derriere and my ankles seemed the next best thing.

A Million Dollar Dinner

It was a beautiful night here in the St. Louis suburb of Chesterfield, clear sky and a temperature of 24 degrees (or 76 Fahrenheit, if you prefer).  We decided to sit outside on the patio to eat dinner.  It is Friday night and the culinary artist formerly known as Señora Weinhaus went simple.  We supped on a green salad with a balsamic vinaigrette dressing and a homemade pizza with lots of mushrooms and anchovies.   “Mmm, mmm good”, as Gomer Pyle used to say after a tryst.

As tasty as dinner was, what made the price of admission worth it was the floor show.  We were treated to 20 minutes of antics by 4 hummingbirds flitting around, using the feeder, and fighting over position on it.

There are 5 stations on the this feeder, but there seems to be some sort of hummingbird protocol for this particular feeder Continue reading “A Million Dollar Dinner”