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Rainy day lunch with my neighbor

Ron claimed to have tried Sombat's on a trip he made here before we actually moved. He said it was, "terrible." Yet all I've heard from locals here was that it was ono, excellent and according to some, "da bes'" Thai food in town. My neighbor Kathy and I ventured down there for lunch today and I must say, it was pretty ding dang good, gun funnit. Ron admits he might have been thinking of another place. He says now he doesn't think he actually ate there. He's da kine lolo l'dat.

Kathy and I enjoyed a shrimp veggie dish with peanut sauce and something they call "coco soup," which is a coconut milk-based taste treat, loaded with fresh veggies, curry seasoning and in our case, chicken. We also each indulged in a Thai iced tea. Not so good for the cholesterol count, but yummy.

The weather has turned back to.... you guessed it. Rain. Go figure. Right here. In the rainforest. Who'da thunk? What's the world coming to?

Crawford left two of what we call, "love dumps" in the house today. Poor baby. She can't feel them coming out. Usually, we're really good about taking her out often so she can leave them in the lawn. Luckily, they're always small and firm. They don't smell, either, which is weird for poo. It does, however, make them harder to notice until you accidentally step on them in your slippers.

I found a place to design a simple, yet custom headstone for my dad. It'll have some graphics on it that I think he would have appreciated and which reflect his passions in life. I still can't believe he's gone. I get the urge now and then to pick up the phone and give him a call. I still picture him parked in front of his T.V., watching either Fox news election coverage or NASCAR races on the Speed channel. He should just pick up the phone.

I'm headed out on yet another trip. On Thursday, Hawaiian Airlines will whisk me away to California for some wine tasting with my pals. Then it's on to Gunnison to visit the cabin and chat with the realtor about selling it this summer. I had originally thought I would opt out of this voyage, but Ron convinced me I should go, spend some time with friends and take the plastic off the windows before summer arrives in the Rockies. So, off I go into the wild blue yonder.... again.

A hui hou. Aloha!

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