It’s been months and months since I’ve last written, and you, my dear readers, have suffered (I’m sure) as a result. My most sincere apologies.
Let’s start with the biggest news:
- Mommy is the latest (and best!) addition to a private school here on the Caprock. She gets to teach tiny little children (who would probably chase me and pull my tail — I’m glad they don’t come home with her!). I know she’s happy about that, and we’re all happy that she’s happy.
- Omi and Papi have officially moved out of my beloved and sainted father’s childhood home and moved up to the ranch. We’re all very proud of what they’ve accomplished, and we think they’ll be very happy there. For my beloved and sainted father (glory be unto his name), however, there really is no more going home… Here is their place:
My beloved and sainted father took this picture from way far away using his iPad (not a real camera). If you can’t see Omi and Papi, they live here:
When I go see them, I stay in the little house over to the left in this picture (with my parents). Here’s another picture:
Wouldn’t you like to visit?
All three of these pictures show excellent examples of crepuscular (from the latin word for “twilight,” crepusculum) rays. In this case, small water droplets are causing the sunlight to scatter through a layer of stratocumulus clouds, making the rays visible. Despite the fact that they seem to converge at a point, they are really near-parallel shafts of light. Many people call these rays “fingers of God;” what else would you expect in Texas?
- After more than 18 months of struggling, swearing, ranting, raving, crying, and begging, the last piece of major equipment for my beloved and sainted father’s laboratory will be installed next week (they will be here Monday through Thursday), at which point, his lab should be ~95% up and running. Deo gratias!!! I am sure more pictures will follow once everything is done. It’s a bit sad that it’s taken so long (and even sadder that this piece of equipment has been sitting in the lab, wrapped up like an untouchable Christmas present for more than two weeks – isn’t that cruel?), but the wait is now almost over. Yea! Happy bouncing Pekingese dance!!
Now for the real news. This is serious.
I mean it. Brace yourselves.
My beloved and sainted father has somehow acquired a smoker. No, Mommy doesn’t light up some foul-smelling garbage. I’m talking about the grill’s new big brother. Another device to combine fire, smoke, and meat. Thus far, I have personally witnessed the following meat exit what could only be described as the back door to heaven (since what comes out deorum cibus est):
- Two whole chickens (N.B.: One quarter of one chicken was sacrificed to the fire god)
- Two racks of baby back ribs
- One massive pork shoulder
You know what’s really cool? Smoking both chickens and both racks of ribs — at once — with room left over. Yeah, baby.
Mommy is thinking she might never have to cook again (she needs to seriously rethink that, though).
Despite the fact that I’m not as privileged in the “meat tasting” department as I think I should be, I can confirm that all of this at least smells awesome. My beloved and sainted father (glory be unto his name), who never lies to me, has told me that it’s really dang good. This afternoon, however, I’ve heard whispers of the new piéce de résistance: BRISKET. Mmmmmmmmm, good – and I’m not talking about some Campbell’s soup. If I’m sufficiently stealthy, pictures should follow. I’ll bet our guests tonight will be happy (until my sister bites them…).
Until next time…