Monday, November 15, 2010

The sentence is half over and Thanksgiving

I did have to spend the night at the Tranquil Sea's on Saturday Night. My step daughter is unaware of my ability to find my way home while drowsy. I manage quite effectively to get home easily. However, the step daughter usually calls while I am underground and gets nervous until I emerge at a higher point.

The party went well until the last hour when an alcoholic relative of the Tranquil Sea acted up. He never did grasp who I was and is a real dimwit. The Tranquil Sea couldn't stop laughing as I answered his questions sarcastically and told him to call me when he dries out in a decade or so.

I was fairly mischievous on Sunday playing with Rex the Maltese. The local Guyanese still eat Chicken feet. I took two of them and started to play with the dog mumbling about "take that demon dog". The poor dog enjoyed the fun and bit the claws right off the bone.

I spent the day with my step daughter. Father daughter time is more fun than I imagined. As her father passed on when she was two I am not dealing with a divorce situation and manipulative kids. The first few dates were not easy, but it got better in the first month.

I am a good sport with strange items. I found some focaccia and gave her some. I made
myself a sandwich with smoked mozzarella, pickled peppers on focaccia and she seemed to like the smoked mozzarella straight. Someday, I have to go to Avenue M and pick up Syrian Cheese which tastes like dryer feta. I think I brought some back to VT and my coworkers got all of it.

She does ask questions I do not expect. She asked me why so many people address me as Sir. I explained that it goes with the job. It sunk in when she came to Manhattan and saw several attorneys greet me as Officer and others as Sir. She understands at home I am just Dad. However, I treat others with a modesty and usually just have a good time being one of the guys.

8 comments:

Ducky's here said...

Mischievous with Rex? Beak, we know you're a little over sexed but take it easy.

Ducky's here said...

Beak I assume you know that chicken bones can splinter and choke a dog.

You ever own a dog? You strike me as a cat person.

Ducky's here said...

She asked me why so many people address me as Sir. I explained that it goes with the job.

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Classic narcissism. Keep pushing those papers, Officer Obie.

Hey Thanksgiving is coming, have some fun and give "Alice's Restaurant" a spin.

beakerkin said...

Ducky

Lawyers regularly call me sir. In general I prefer officer and out of work I do not bother with the title. The respect does follow me as the community is very small. People I do not even know ask me about my girlfriend.

Actually the dog is adept at removing the cartilage and meat from bones. I had a cat but live in a family with allergic types. Allegedly, I was allergic as a child but as an adult display no symptoms.

SecondComingOfBast said...

Ducky is right about the chicken bones Beak. That's an accident waiting to happen. Just because it hasn't happened yet doesn't mean it won't. Go that extra mile to make sure what you give the dog has no bones, it might save you some grief and guilt later on down the line.

I have a cat. If any allergic types come around they're going to adjust or get out, but that's me.

Ducky's here said...

People you don't even know ask you about your squeeze?

Do you expect anyone to believe that tripe?

The_Editrix said...

Cartilage is excellent for dogs. Do watch him though when he gnaws those bones. The Duck is right. Cooked chicken bones are dangerous. They are okay raw, I was amazed to learn, but then, the wild ancestors of our dogs used to eat wildfowl, so that's not too amazing, given a second thought. Never feed him raw pork or chocolate, not even in small amounts. They are amazingly dangerous for dogs.

This seems to be interesting.

beakerkin said...

On Thanksgiving he should have plenty of Turkey bones and loves the stuff.

Ducky the Indo Guyanese community is small and my relationship is well known.