When a couple heard a feral kitten purr at our spay/neuter clinic, they took him home and named him Harley. Now we’ve the 110th anniversary of Harley-Davidson and the bikes keep coming.
There are four things I hear from well above the street: sirens; squealing brakes; blaring car horns; and Harleys. Today it’s been a constant stream of Harleys in town for a weekend festival that is apparently held every five years. I don’t know, I’m new here and don’t plan to ever see another.
My husband is deathly allergic to cats, fish and horses. I even have to wash the dog every ten days so his allergies don’t flare up. There’s nothing like having a cat jump into your lap and purr like crazy. That’s what mine used to do, not together of course. I bought them a comfy blanket for Christmas one year so I could lie on the couch for five minutes and one would go under the blanket and the other over and once asleep, I’d slip out and go to work.
My old cat hated the young one but they thought they were snuggling with me, their food and litter wench, and not each other. My husband would call that sneaky. I also know back roads to the grocery stores which is a good sneaky as well. I look forward to the day we retire to the country and all the stray cats come to visit me outdoors, oh, they will, so I can feed them, care for them, and of course get them all spayed/neutered.
Today there’s just a rumble in the air for miles and it’s all Harleys. No, I won’t tape it and make it my phone ring. I’ve been advised not to go anywhere this weekend so tomorrow I’ll hit the grocery and make sure we’ve enough food for the weekend. I guess people come in from all over the country for this and Aerosmith and ZZ Top will be here, plus other bands.
I also read that Indian is back in production. Great Anthony Hopkins movie, The World’s Fastest Indian. I’ve only ridden motorcycles several times and burned myself badly on a tailpipe at age 17. My husband had a BMW in college, named Mary Lou that he kept up (did all his mechanical work) in his dorm room. Now I’m afraid it may be time for a Harley. Nah, he needs his safe Volvo sedan to take the guys to lunch and I need the SUV because 1/3 of it is dog territory (she’s not allowed in the Vo) and we’re not paying for a third parking spot. It’s quiet on the Lake but noisy on the streets. Cheers, what are you doing this weekend? Dee
Cooking with Dee 