Springtime always means lots of birthdays for us. My birthday is in March, and both Tyson and Eli were born in April. We celebrated Tyson's birthday at a Japanese restaurant. That meant he had sake squirted directly into his mouth by a comedic chef. We were reminded of the antics from Mexico, missing only Hanna to complete the shenanigans.
Eli's birthday lacked fermented rice, but it did include an eclipse. It also included multiple attempts by me to get a birthday selfie with the Beautiful Mrs. K and the birthday boy. Notice that I didn't use any photos that I took. This photo of me taking a photo was much, much better.
I remember calling Eli a chowderhead for doing his intervals in the cold rain, then dripping profusely on the laundry room floor. However.....
That's probably why he can get onto the podium at a Cat 1 race and I can't. These are hard lessons for an old cold-blooded man to learn.
But learn I do. I learned that changing a battery in a modern car is kind of like a puzzle. Only this one puzzle piece weighs 50 pounds and is surrounded by other puzzle pieces that are sharp and angry.
Not at all angry is our quiet little friend who cruises the yard and surrounding areas at night. I used to be creeped out by these little guys. One nearly ate Rosco a number of years ago, too. But I read somewhere that possums eat ticks and other annoying insects, which instantly raised their status from creepy to backyard hero. Sometimes they walk in little groups across our driveway and across the street, only come back a short while later. It's as if they went to visit friends at a possum block party or something.
And since possums are my new best friends, I was happy to see that the hound dog has no real interest in them. But it's springtime. Remi has much, much better things to do.
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