Blog Post 3,002 With The Return Of The Shadow Of The Tandy Hills Thin Man & Obese Chinese

I was off by 2 in my count of the number of postings on this blog. Yesterday I said that there were currently 2,997 bloggings.

However, the number was actually 2,999, which made last night's blogging about Nick and Nora Charles' Thin Man Heavy Drinking the 3,000th blogging.

With this current blogging, when I hit the publish button, being blogging 3,002.

Anyway, today the Shadow of the Thin Man was able to return to the Tandy Hills, which were mostly totally dried out from Friday's water soaking.

It was in the high 40s, maybe low 50s, when I hit the hills around noon. I felt no inclination to remove any clothing due to overheating. I did pull up the long sleeves after a bit of hiking.

I'm thinking we must be in some sort of perfect conditions to produce spectacular color this fall in Texas. There are some trees on a golf course I see on Randol Mill Road with leaves that glow with an unnatural reddish orange. I have seen this every fall since I have been in this location. But this fall the unnatural reddish orange seems to have been amped up. I must try to get a picture.

Betty Jo Bouvier was exchanging emails with me this morning, until it made her head hurt with the onset of crankiness. Betty Jo needs to be in a good mood because she is going to be in a Trainwreck later today.

Tootsie Tonasket called with a question whilst I was hill hiking today. I can't say what the question was because I don't know the answer.

Big Ed went with me hiking the Tandy Hills today. That never goes well. Today it was respiratory failure, with wheezing and extremely labored breathing. I think he needs an oxygen tank like the Scrabble Queen of Washington mentioned to me this week. I really don't think people with serious respiratory problems should be doing heavy duty hiking.

I got cod at Town Talk today. I used to get cod for free. Fresh cod. Caught via the fishing method out in the San Juan Islands in Washington. Coincidentally I blogged about the San Juan Islands on my Washington Blog this morning.

On my DurangObese blog this morning I blogged about the Chinese Obesity Epidemic. I had no idea there were 215 million obese Chinese people. More obese Chinese than obese Americans.

November 13 and my windows are open. Not normal.

In Texas Thinking About Eleanor Grigby & Long Ago Fondue

You are looking at Eleanor Grigby and her Black Labrador, Emma. Eleanor snail mailed me the picture, with it arriving yesterday. I assume Eleanor and Emma are sitting on the ground somewhere in Seattle, since that is where Eleanor and Emma live.

Eleanor and I started school together in the first grade. And continued to go to the same school all the way through the 2nd year of college.

Eleanor's dad gave me my first experience with catching cod out in the Straits of Juan de Fuca near Cattle Point off San Juan Island.

We caught so much cod that day. When we got back on land Eleanor's dad made what remains in my memory as the best fried fish I've ever had.

My tales of all the cod we caught directly led to my mom and dad buying their first boat. This led to an even bigger boat, which eventually led us back to Cattle Point for the most scary boating experience I ever had, with the seas so rough our tiny ship was tossed like a cork. We high-tailed it out of there.

During our high school years Eleanor introduced me and others to the concept of fondue, with her elaborate Fondue Parties. I don't remember if the Fondue Parties were tied to the annual Academy Award Party at Eleanor's, or not.

I remember one memorable night with Eleanor. It was after a football game and post-game dance. We went to get in my car, a 1964 Chevy Impala. We were in the car sitting on the seat before realizing the windshield had been totally smashed in, with us sitting on the shattered remains. I have absolutely no recollection as to what we did next. Did I clear out the broken glass and drive without the windshield? I'll have to ask Eleanor if she remembers.

I think the last time I saw Eleanor in person was in 1991. I think the last time I spoke to Eleanor, via a phone, was in 2001, when I was in Seattle for my mom and dad's 50th.

I am not much of a fan of Facebook. It seems a marginal improvement over that abomination known as MySpace, which I really did not like.

But there is one thing I have liked about Facebook. It has re-connected me with a lot of people and I've found that to be quite enjoyable.

I forgot, I also like Facebook for Scrabble. I really think getting beaten regularly by the Scrabble Queens of Washington and California has sharpened my lazy brain.

Eleanor Grigby is coming to Texas soon.