Dog Love, Sinister Stuff, Go Whitney Go, Liquid Death, Rumination

“The universe began as an enormous breath being held. Who knows why, but whatever the reason, I’m glad it did because I owe my existence to that fact. All my desires and ruminations are no more and no less than eddy currents generated by the gradual exhalation of our universe. And until this great exhalation is finished, my thoughts live on.”
— Ted Chiang 

Good morning world, how are you? How did you sleep? It was a good night here with lots of dog love.  I think I shared with you; we are watching our daughter’s pup Griffy, a black dog, negro, some might say, a GSP if you know what that means.  He’s a handful, but he’s PVHT’s best buddy; they play nonstop, they are the same age.

Both dogs now know how to open the door to the courtyard, so they are in and out all day; we simply close the door.  They have demolished our backyard plants; it’s a war zone; we will not allow them together in the back come summer, but for now, it’s ok to demo the plant life; it’s almost winter.

They spend hours biting each other’s snouts, I guess snout biting is a thing for these two, and then there is some humping going on.  Our lady is fixed, but Griff does not seem to care; he’s doing what he can to show his lady friend his tricks.  But in a strange turn of events, our pup, the lady, the one fixed, has learned she too can mount and show Grif she has moves as well. So it’s a weird circus that will end today; our kid is coming back to pick up the young lad.

Almost on cue, the rear door just opened, the two beasts are now tugging on a dog toy, there are several, but the toy one has is the toy the other has to have, so there is that.  Ok, dog talk over, let’s get down to all things, not dog.  Cousin arrived yesterday; he will be here this month.  He owns a resort in Michigan; it just closed; he has stories of the labor shortage.  We were discussing last evening about where all the workforce went.  The pandemic was terrible, but did it kill off all the folks that used to work at his resort, or is there something more sinister going on?  I’m voting for sinister.

Speaking of sinister, my word of the day, it seems our CIF passed gas in front of his second in command.  At what point do we not feel sorry for both of these folks?  As I predicted yesterday, the courts put the smackdown on the OSHA rules calling it unconstitutional.  There’s a shocker, you mean the government cannot force employers to mandate their workforce inject a foreign substance into their body? Who is John Glat?

We have dinner reservations at Iozzo’s tonight; we are dining with our daughter, her man, and Michael.  I was just informed that the Saint Thomas Bobcat’s just won their first-ever Sun Conference Championship.  The Bobcats are who our daughter played four years of college volleyball with, and then her buddy became the coach.  Whitney will win coach of the year; at the upcoming wedding, we will celebrate her accomplishments.  Go Whit, go!

This collection of words seems like a live-action soup where things are happening in real-time, and I’m just sitting here reporting on the information.   My wife just declared at 6:52 a.m. that she is making soup tonight, a corn chowder; it sounds delicious; I live with an executive chef.  I should weigh 400 pounds.

Let’s talk product placement; I’m a big fan of Theo Vaughn; I watch his podcast and might drive over next weekend to see him perform in Columbus, Ohio.  I can score pit seats for $350.00 per ticket; we will take cousin, an expensive night, but we would remember a lifetime. Also, I checked, there is an excellent Air B and B by the venue for $75.00 a night; we will see how that pans out.  But back to product placement.

So watching Theo weekly, I see that he drinks something called Liquid Death.  On a trip to Costco, I recently noticed they had L.D., so I picked it up, wondering what it was.  It’s mountain water from the alps in a large can that looks like an energy drink or beer.  I like mountain water; I live in the valley at times, and getting a taste of our other home sounded fine.  So I bought a case, and now I’m a fan of L.D. So I’ll have it here while living in the valley; check out Liquid Death; I think you will like it.

Well, 7:00 a.m. on a Sunday, what shall we do? I know we have dinner plans, but how will we spend the rest of this Funday?  I’m thinking coffee this morning, publishing this rubbish, reviewing email, and flipping a coin. After that, I’m thinking dog walks, maybe start the new book I downloaded, the day is ours, we shall see where the wind takes us. 

I hope you feel good, proper, powerful like you can achieve any goal you put your mind to.  I know, I know, I know, a preposition at the end of a sentence is not good form, but how could I end that last collection of words? So, Grammarly be dammed, I’m going to break the rules for this collection of words and ideas.  That’s all I have in my tank of thoughts, ideas, and ruminations of all things life. I like the phrase “rumination” I think it is the first time I’ve used that collection of letters; look for it in future soup; it’s my new ingredient!

“The universe began as an enormous breath being held. Who knows why, but whatever the reason, I’m glad it did because I owe my existence to that fact. All my desires and ruminations are no more and no less than eddy currents generated by the gradual exhalation of our universe. And until this great exhalation is finished, my thoughts live on.”
— Ted Chiang