Here goes:

Much to our relief, the doctors say Mr. ShellHawk's eye should heal up just fine, and that my bite wounds don't seem to be infected. Mr. ShellHawk is making rumblings that he and I need to have a "talk" about my creations, and before I start my building for next year. I'm trying to think up a suitable defense, but so far, I've got nothing. After all, I'd be ticked about that whole eye thing, too.
It's been raining here, and snowing in the Sierras an hour or so away. Mr. ShellHawk is an amateur
birdwatcher and has a number of feeders around the outside of the house.
Here are some little Goldfinches having some well-earned breakfast. I can't wait to see what else comes through the yard, aside from the usual scrub jays.
Lastly, our neighbor V's mom and dad brought this lemon with them to the Christmas party on Friday night. Mr. ShellHawk put a face on him and calls him "The Lemon God." Please note the quarter at the bottom left of the picture. Yes, the Lemon God is huge. Mom and Dad tell us that half the tree produces huge lemons like this one, and the other half produces normal-sized lemons. Very impressive! Mom
makes lemon meringue pies out of these guys and says they turn out quite tasty.

That's the news from Dorkistan today. I'm off to paint some more and start to get prepped for my Obligatory Family Visit.
Hey, what is that growling coming from The Garage of Doom?
No comments:
Post a Comment
In order to protect my readers, I screen all comments. Spammers will immediately have their comments deleted, so please, if you are a spammer, just go away. I will promote your blog or site if I know you, but if not, please accept my invitation to the world.