Special delivery
The idea of breaking apart and then eating the insides of Homarus americanus leaves me glad that there are hamburgers on an alternate menu. However, someone else in the family negotiated a purchase, did the delivery and now I’ll try to assist in the disassembly. Perhaps I’ll melt some butter. It’s a meal for a special occasion.
To be fair, I have a lot of neighbours that take this very seriously. I mean, getting a 12 meter boat with all the required gear, out to sea, dawn after dawn – an act of devotion to a trade. This is not your “went fishing on Saturday” kind of thing. And the season will be done, in less than two months, so the window of opportunity is small. We have weather around here. Wind and rain, above certain levels, will keep a fisher onshore. And those cages won’t empty themselves.
I found something else to distract me, this afternoon. My first scale model locomotive appeared under the Christmas spruce more than a half century ago. I’ve purchased a couple of others, since, but never imagined how the tiny marvels are actually manufactured. Naturally, YouTube let me know more than most people want (to know), and I have only one word to describe the enterprise. Flabbergasted! So much so that I immediately forwarded the link to son #3; he cares about such detailing. And if you consider the world according to values given in USD, the price is really just another detail. I could imagine a basement with a whole herd, in colours usually ascribed to the rainbow.
