Back in Boston

Yes, I am back in Boston. It is a beautiful day. I had a cup of coffee by the water. I am eating a cup of chowder in my hotel room as I type this. As you can tell I am having a wild and crazy time here in Boston and wish I didn't have to go to work in an hour. Gotta go, as I need to floss.

Its been a while.

My buddy David made comment that it has been a while since I posted any really cool news on my blog and that my wife was out blogging me. Well, I can't let that happen. My wife may be a better writer and speller than me, but she is just hanging out in London. As for myself I am busting my behind here in Portland trying to keep up with the lawn and getting the garbage cans out to the curb on the correct day. All she does is try to keep people alive....like that's hard.

For those of you who don't know, I think I have bought a boat. A sailboat. It seemed like a good idea at the time. I mean it has been almost two years since I almost lost an arm while sailing, but it was a learning experience and I probably won't make that mistake again. It's not like there aren't plenty of other mistakes for me to make. David tells me we are leaving for Alaska in May of 2012. I hope I have the marine toilet figured out by then! If some one could tell me how to tell port from starboard I would be appreciative.

I just figured out that this thing has spell check. How cool is that!!!!!

I will be back in Boston soon and will do another exciting blogs from there.

For all of you wondering how Saylor the cat is doing he is still alive and back to pooping in the lawn. I have not found any poop in the fireplace since the snow melted. Did I mention he lost a tooth? Now that is a good story!!!

All of you take care. Vicki, you take extra care.

After a hard day of protesting and dog turd tossing I found myself in a pub. OK, I have to be honest with you blog followers. I tossed the dog turds in the trash next to a bank and watched the protest on TV in a pub in Greenwich. But I felt like I was in the middle of the action.

Speaking of being in the middle of the action I was watching the World Cup qualifier last night at The Hope pub. These people like there football (that is soccer for you yanks). Thank goodness England won or there could have been a riot making the G-20 protest look like a prayer meeting. These Brits use all of the good words when talking to the ref or other players on the TV. You know like “Ref, are you f###### blind!!” or when the opposing team has a player down rolling in pain you might hear “Get up and play ball you f###### puss!!!”

Did I mention that when England scored a goal beer gets spilled. Yes it does. You would think a guy would set his beer down before throwing his arms into the air and and dancing around like a little school girl, but no. You might also think there would be no beer spilled when the opposing team scores, but oh no. There is beer spilled and people shouting “ You gotta be f###### s####### me!!!” I think the Brits invented the “F” word. I had a f###### smashing time.

I just returned from having to vacate the building due to the fire alarm going off. Some f###### moron must have burned their f###### toast. I had best go, venture out and see if I can learn some more cool British words. Later!

I just realized that I have been over here in London for almost a week and have not been blogging for my blog followers. Here is a little up date. It has been a little boring since I have been here. Just some of the same old stuff, meeting Donna for a beer after work, sleeping, taking a shower, walking Donna to work, etc.

Oh, yeah, I have gone to the store and bought some crackers and milk. I almost forgot that we have attended two plays, Thriller and Enjoy. Both were very good. Donna paid for the tickets which made them even better, but I did buy the ice cream at intermission. Did I mention that we went to a couple of markets? Yes we did. We went to Spittlefields and Petticoat Lane markets. Guess who got a new pair of shoes at the market? That’s right, Donna!

We arrived back at Donna’s place of lodging late last night after having pint of Londons Pride at The Hope public house. I almost forgot we stopped there after returning to London form Cardiff, Wales where we had spent a couple of days. What a great town. So quiet and lovely, but we were able to find something to do. Senic bus and water taxi rides and lovely walks throught the town. Oh, And what did we find.....Brains Brewery. We stopped and checked in at the gate house with John. What a lovely gent. He informed us that “Yes they used to give tours, but no more. And yes they used to have a tasting room, but no more. By the way we used to sell souviners, but no more.” Then he stepped into the back room and brought out a wonderful Brains Beer serving tray which he slipped into a bag and gave to us and then directed us to the Cottage Pub and suggested that we try a pint or two of S.A. Brains Ale. John said the locals say the S.A. stands for Skull Attack. After a few pints he said the next morning it feels like your skull has been bashed.

I had a half pint and a cup of coffee while Donna consumed four pints of S.A. and was asked to leave when she started singing O’ Danny Boy while sitting on the bar working on her fifth pint. That girl can be so much fun! That girl can really sang.....Yes that is sang!

I need to get out of the room now. I have done my duty of walking Donna to work and picked out a new pub to meet her at when she gets off work. I will have to remind her, one pint. I am concerned she may start singing and any one who knows her knows she can not sing, but she can sang.

The G-20 summit is being held in London and the city is expecting a lot of marches, protest and possible riots. I have never been in a riot so I had best be on my way. Just to let you know, Obama was recieved like a rock star!!

I really need to go so I can pick up some rocks ( which are hard to find) and a few nice firm dog turds (which are not hard ro find, especially when crawling home from the pub) for throwing during the riots and mayham.

Wish me luck!

Exciting Times in Boston!!

There I was walking on Fan Pier at the waters edge when I spotted a treasure of nature. A dead Red Breasted Magangser was just waiting to be discovered. It had been dead for a few days and was starting to ripen nicely. I knew I needed to work quickly if I was going to be able to add it's skull to my collection. Since I had no pocket knife with me ( TSA would not let me take the two in my suitcase through security) I had to to improvise. No beer can was at hand like when I took the head off of the Great Blue Heron. I had no side cutters with me as I did when I found the American Kestrel, but I did spot a sharp rock. I figured if early man could butcher a 20 ton mammoth with a sharp rock I could take the head off a two pound bird. It took me about 30 seconds.......and did this guy ever smell bad!!!

Now speaking of smelling bad, I had to get this guy back to my hotel room and packaged for my trip home. I decided not to carry him in my pocket and you don't want to just walk around with a stinking bird head in your hand. Lucky for me I was able to locate a Burger King bag to place it in and was on my way.

Once in my hotel room I wrapped it in two plastic bags and placed it in my computer bag. When I took my computer out at airport security you may have thought I had a dead walrus in my bag it smelled so rank. People started looking around like some one had farted and trying to insinuate it was not them. So I just acted like everyone else. Once on board I cured the problem with a double zip lock bagging. All was good.

Have a great day and always keep your eyes open for treasures!

All I want to do is get some sleep!

I promise this will be a short posting. Here I am in Boston on another layover. I just need some rest so I can be at my best when working back to Portland.

So there I am, in bed, reading and trying to fall asleep. Minding my own business. When all of a sudden the noises start. First it is the head board lightly knocking against the wall from the room next door. Then the vocals started. Then the short burst of bed headboard slamming against the wall. Then louder vocals. At this point I come to the conclusion that these are not kids jumping on the bed.....Ohhhh no!

Did I mention this is happening at midnight? This commotion lasted for I don't know how long! Finally it stopped, but by this point I was tramatized. What were the people thinking. They need to rent a motor home when they travel. After things quitened down I bet it took me at least five minutes to fall asleep.

I guess this is just part of my glamorous life style. Hope I don't find cat poop on the floor again when I get home......

PARTY ON!

Donna has gone back to London and we all know what that means. It is time to rehang my black velvet paintings, put the keg back in the fridge and crank up the stereo! Phantom of the Opera sounds so good when really loud, like a 12 out of 50 on the volume meter.

I was out boating with my buddy, David. He has the boat and I have a pair of sun glasses, so I look really cool on his boat. We had an epic adventure. After removing 3 inches of snow from the deck and passing through the Ballard Locks we cautiously made our way into Puget Sound. The wind was blowing at least 4mph and was whipping up waves cresting at close to six inches!

After close to an hour of fighting our way across the Sound we arrived at Blake Island with a little liquid courage in our bellies and a new boat fender on board. It is one big ass boat fender we rescued. It is on its way to our friend Mark. He has the big ass boat and I take two pairs of sun glasses when I am out on his boat and wear them both at the same time.

Speaking of our buddy Mark. He is doing a little one on one battle of his own with cancer, but is kicking it's ass. I am sure the doctors think it is due to their chemo. I know differently, it is due to prayer. I have been putting in a good word for Mark to the God of Huge Camp Fires and Potato Guns and it seems to be doing the trick. Yesterday I also sent some vibes to the God of Happy Boating and Crab Eating. So just don't sit there, say some prayers.

Now it is time for Dow to get serious. While on Blake Island I saw something that just broke my heart and I am focusing on changing it. We all need to take on a cause to make the world a better place.

While walking the beach I spotted a raccoon without a tail. That is correct, no cute, fluffy, ringed tail. I am sure he is made fun on by all the other raccoons on the island and has no girl friend. I want to change this, but is not going to be cheap. More about donations later.

This poor raccoon is so down trodden that he not only needs a tail, but it needs to be a cool tail. The Pin the Tail on the Raccoon Foundation is presently looking to locate a nicely groomed and feathered Irish Setter tail as his replacement. If you know of one please let the foundation know. He would be the coolest raccoon on the island. All the females would not be able to keep their paws off that tail!

Yes this is going to be very expensive. I will need a helicopter to dart the pitiful looking thing from. He would then be transported in a net hung from under the helicopter ( like they do with bears and mountain goats ) to the Harbor View Hospital where a team of surgeons, lead by Dr. House, would be awaiting his arrival. After two weeks of recovery and six weeks of rehab ( tail waging therapy ) he would be on his way back to Blake Island where he would be received back to the island with a Potlatch put on by the local Native Americans. After feasting on fresh clams and smoked salmon he would then be released back into the wild with his anti rejection medications to live happily ever after. ( That last part makes my eyes tear up. )

So, now don't be cheap. Send your checks to"TPTTOTRF" at my home address. Do not delay for this poor little fellow needs a tail. One of the board members feels he also needs matching ears, but as you know that is just more expense so it may have to wait, but it would be nice to get it all done with one visit to the hospital. Thanks for your support!

Well gotta go!