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Willow was greatly displeased that I made something with fish but didn’t share any.

When I made extra onigiri, I had planned to save some rather than eating them all. Instead it became a rather large lunch.

But Willow forgave me after being given dog treats, as compensation for the lack of getting to steal my lunch.
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Every now and then my Google News feed shows me entries from local sources, including one that tends to have a “What’s going on this weekend” with events in the county. Usually the things listed tend to lean in the direction of live music and cold beer or family friendly movie viewings. Seeing a blurb that “The Heiress” is supposed to be running at New Dawn Theater Company Duluth was a surprise.

Reminds me that I’ve always had a soft spot for that story. Over the years of watching TCM with my mother, I was introduced to quite a few good films. The ’40s and ’90s adaptations of Washington Square included.

In fact, if memory serves when I learned of Project Gutenberg, I think the first books I downloaded were probably The Count of Monte Cristo and Washington Square. Because I’m odd, and many of the other books I wanted to search for at that time probably originated in latin 😲.

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Some moron at the big G might call this new layout tablet optimized if they’re not allowed to question orders from their marketing overlords.

Me? I’d say why the !@#$ are you wasting nearly 2″ of my screen real estate to highlight the sections for movies and books? I don’t even want to look at my phone’s layout after seeing this redesign on my tablet, for fear of what else might be found.

I was really on the wall when hamburger design took over the mobile world but quickly came to like it, when it was done well. Interfaces like this however are just wasteful(tm). But it gives you plenty of space to write out Games, Apps, Movies & TV, and Books in something like 120 languages.

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Willow practically out like a light from the comfy; Misty more debating if that’s food or a camera in my hand, before going back to sleep.

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It was difficult to have the heart to reclaim my reserved spot. Willow was so comfy and tired. Of course, nods of agreement from the peanut gallery….

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Earning my duntz cap award for the year, I’m not sure what bothered me more. That most of my first aid kit is probably dated between 1980 and 1990 or that I was out of all purpose flour.

Couple minutes after reaching into a nearly entry can and thinking “Gee, I should know better”, my one for the year was achieved. Always reach for a spoon or something instead. Fortunately dinner was not bloodied in the process and the wound settled down by the time I finished eating and changed the bandaid.

Also note to self: don’t bother checking that first aid case unless you need a dressing big enough to wrap in duct tape. On the flip side, if more than Neosporin and a bandaid is required it’d probably be time for a medic.

In my case trying to stop the bleeding was making me wish for a stypic powder. Which I suppose in this day and age has been replaced by Neosporin and the like unless you’ve got fur or feathers.

Now if only knowing better didn’t mean I sometimes so stupid things 😂.

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When I walk outside in the lovely 50% humidity and think about how nice a walk in the sun feels, sometimes I just blame home.

Georgia experiences it’s worst summer weather around this time of year. By contrast where I grew up, I sometimes wonder if hell would have been a milder climate at any point on the calendar. It’s been at least twenty years since my family left south Florida but the side effects related to near constant spirit crushing humidity and temperatures suitable for frying an egg on your forehead, probably last a lifetime.