Lamb chops and boats
We may need to purchase one of those “Interpreting Dreams” books. How else to fathom my new fascination with cooking TV while the wife shops for a kayak. There’s a message in there, and it might not be as simple as “I need to eat” and “she wants to test our ocean proximity”.
Actually, I find myself drawn by the accents (of the hosts and the victims). Never had an urge to sample Uzbek dumplings before today. Never thought much about the regional vegetables of western Scotland, or how best to serve a rack of lamb (other than cooked).
The boat dream may have had a trigger in an episode of Dragon’s Den. Somebody with a successful business wanting to grow the product line. Yes, a kayak or two could be fun, but I don’t want to be the lead story on Compass: “Paddlers plucked from a seaward stream”. Too embarrassing.
I charged the battery packs on my pair of mobile radios. I can “hit” a repeater across the water (negating the urgency for a kayak), and the CW rig now has my new callsign in the automatic identifier. Small but important steps to reactivating my station.
The dog has made a careful study of “the cooling air currents in the house”, and opted for space on the deck during bug-free periods of the day. His sleep cycle is out of whack with mine (but aligned, curiously, with that of son #3). How to harness such symbiosis?
Anyways, today was a classic summer day. Exactly what we wanted, after a month of showers.
