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Have been a busy little git over the last few weeks. Summer time in Port Dover means lots of visitors. I think we've had maybe two weekends over the summer where we weren't entertaining friends or family. Not that I am complaining. Friends and family are important. Speaking of family, my bro-in-law busted his leg up pretty good recently. He will be fine, but the poor bastard has endured a great deal of pain over the last week. At least he broke it playing hockey. I mean, its hell trying to explain that you got an injury by curtsying to a flock of geese or slipping on some stinky cheese or both. He will, however, have one hell of a time getting through American customs with that plate in his ankle. Advice for Cap: resist temptation to gain deep suntan.
I have had the house to myself this afternoon so I worked out for a few hours, showered and then grabbed some pasta salad to eat while watching some tv. This movie called "Hackers" was on starring Angelina Jolie ('95). What a gawd awful piece of tripe. Why is it movies with computer technology involved as part of the plot always show us these screens of wavy psychadelic imagery and/or nuclear green backgrounds with white lettering while some really bad actor under a worse director punches keys at light speed and hacks into a government database containing top-secret weapon schematics only to be found out by some flunky FBI/CIA agent who calls his superior to say "Sir, I think you should take a look at whats happening on the main frame" and when he does the superior always says "Run a trace and get me that address. Now!" So of course they trace it and begin chasing the hacker all over America blowing up every other home they encounter along the way while the hacker uses his savvy to elude capture by using his awesome hacking skills (the same skills that allowed him to be detected by the government and his address found). The nice thing about these movies is that all that is neccessary of you is to watch the first 15 minutes to judge how good or bad the acting and effects will be because you know the story already.
One of the many advantages to living in a farming community is the availability of cheap fresh produce. I went to the farmers market yesterday and filled my fridge with fruit, vegetables and cheese for under $15.00. The carrots were so sweet that they should have been sold as candy. I made carrot salad last night to go with the salmon.
Carrot Salad: 4 to 5 shredded carrots, 1/2 tin of shredded pineapple, raisins, crushed walnuts, slivered almonds, lemon juice, 2 tbsp's mayo. Mmmmm.
Planked Salmon: marinate salmon in olive oil, lemon juice and lime juice for a few hours. Spice with lotsa garlic, sweet basil, townhouse lemon & herb seasoning, townhouse roasted garlic and red pepper seasoning, squeeze one orange over top, thinly slice one orange and arrange over salmon, lay salmon on cedar cooking planks and place on barbeque at low heat for about 30 minutes.
Sister came to visit us last weekend. We took her to a huge antiques warehouse in Waterford and then for lunch. After that we drove the shoreline from Port Rowan back to Port Dover. The whole time I could not help myself from selling the area and pointing out every house for sale or every area I liked. I keep hoping by some twist of fate her and Cap will move this way instead of Kingston way.
Well, the gang is back from their travels and so duties beckons me. Thanks for dropping in and for that I wish you love, happiness and well-being. Good on ya'!
Sunday, August 20, 2006
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2 comments:
"its hell trying to explain that you got an injury by curtsying to a flock of geese or slipping on some stinky cheese or both"...err does that come from personal experience? LOL...I would love to see you doing the curtsy..especially if you had big bushy eyebrows with which to give them 'the look'....;-)
There is nothing like fresh veggies. We have are own personal farmers market called 'My Retired Italian Father'. He has kept all his children, their friends, and most of our co workers in stock with fresh veggies....I hate going back to super market veggies..it's so sad....
When we lived in Guelph, I tried for 4 years to get my little sister to move there....she didn't....but good thing cause we moved home and would have stranded the poor chiquita down south...LOL....
I can confirm nor deny a curtsy related injury. There have been many rumours to the effect, especially during my alcoholic 20's, but then again, it would be impossible for me to deny any of the rumours that plagued me back then. I can only confirm that I was seldom sober.
I guess the Italian gardener is a cultural thing. I seem to recall all my Ital friends had big gardens in the backyard, always with lots of tomatoes. Zuchini also. My sister had one neighbour in Toronto who bred pidgeons for food. Now thats some old school farming.
I do not see us moving in the near future so I can't see abandoning my sis if she were to move out this way. The only other place I would live is the Soo and that is highly unlikely (although we are looking to buy a summer home up there in a few years). Bon chance!
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