As I’ve mentioned before on Facebook, Chuck Norris is a hummingbird that sits in my willow oak tree all day, every day guarding the feeder under the tree. If another hummer tries to feed, Chuck swoops down and chases it away. This morning another hummer, I’ll call it Sylvester Stallone, evidently decided it didn’t want to put up with Chuck’s shit any longer. Sly landed on the feeder, Chuck attacked, and that started an epic air battle that lasted almost 30 minutes. If you’ve seen film of the dogfights that took place between British and German fighters during the Battle of Britain then you know what this battle looked like except that it went at 100x speed and in a small space. They fought a few inches over the feeder and then would rise high up into the branches of the 50’ willow oak. If Sly thought he had the advantage he’d swoop down to the feeder only to have Chuck attack with the sun at his back so he couldn’t be seen until it was too late. At one point both Chuck and Sly landed on opposite sides of the feeder to take a few sips of the hummingbird equivalent of Red Bull before resuming the battle. Another time they locked together, lost lift, and fell to the ground before disengaging. In the end Sly said no mas and flew away. Chuck resumed his lookout position in the tree.
If you are wondering how I can tell, from my deck, which bird was Chuck and which was Sly, that’s easy. Chuck is tiny, as hummingbirds go. Sly wasn’t.
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I went to the barber shop to get my usual haircut. #4 clipper all over, neaten the sides and back. I had my eyes closed to keep stray hair from blowing in them and that's when I heard the young lady cutting my hair say what I never wanted to hear. The #4 blade guard had fallen off of the clipper, which proceeded to shave a 5" long, 2" wide swath across the top of my head from back-to-front. Where there should have been 1/2" long hair there was 1 mm long hair, and lots of white skin. Once the shock wore off I knew that there was nothing left to do except to have her shave my whole head.
I don't plan on wearing a hat when I go out. It's not a good look for me but it's hair. It will grow back to a less silly length in a few weeks. I should probably go out in the sun for 10 or 15 minutes a day until I get at least a little tan up there. If I need to be out for longer than that I'll spray on some sunscreen.
She didn't charge me for the haircut, not that I would have paid if she'd tried. But I will be looking for a new barber shop.
Here's the money shot:
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I hooked Champ to his leash and we went outside. As we rounded the house into the backyard he saw three ducks under the bird feeder and lunged after them, like he always does. Except this time his leash snapped in the middle and it was off to the races. The ducks made one lap around the yard with Champ in close pursuit before they headed for the lake. I heard four splashes. Duck, duck, duck, Champ.
The lake in this summer heat is stagnant, fetid, and scum-covered. To make it even worse, when Champ finally came out he had to crawl on his belly up a steep, muddy bank.
When Champ breaks free like that he has no incentive to let me catch him so I ran inside and got his Puperonis. He knew something was up and I had to lunge for his collar a few times before I managed to grab it. He fought hard, twisting and turning, as I turned on the hose and rinsed as much of the muck off of him as I could.
When I got him into the kitchen I dried him off as well as I could but he was dripping dirty water onto the floor so our next stop was the bathtub. Lifting a 70 lb squirming, kicking dog into a bathtub isn't fun. Keeping him there while you soak, soap, and rinse him is even harder. Four bath towels later and he was dry enough to let loose in the house.
Now I need to wash six bath towels and the clothes I was wearing, clean the bathtub, mop the kitchen and bathroom floors, and wash the top sheet on my bed (he hopped up on the bed before I could get him into the tub). After that I'll shower.
Then it's off to Petsmart to see if they have a leash that's reinforced with steel like the sidewalls on a tire.
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When I was a kid we had a Dazey ice crusher in the kitchen. It was attached to the cabinet next to the back door. I have no idea what happened to it. Mom probably sold it in a yard sale.
I bought this one on eBay for cheap. As far as I know it’s the one we used to own.
Why do I love the Dazey ice crusher? It makes better crushed ice than an electric model could. Nothing will cool you off quicker from the summer heat than a tall glass of crushed ice and a spoon.
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Kiribati. You still have time. Time for what? Beats me but I have lots of beer in the fridge.
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It's now tomorrow in all of Australia and much of east Asia. Have you bought your beer yet?
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It's now tomorrow in New Zealand.
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