Day 22,250

Evie Day 519

Good morning, and a happy Friday to you all! It is 16 August 2024.

Yesterday morning after I posted my blog, my wife played a little video on her phone. Our granddaughter… she’s learning how to talk. My daughter shot a video of Evie saying “apple”, “bye bye” and “hi mom”. Apparently she is enjoying her newfound superpower and doesn’t stop talking now. Evelyn turns 17 months old today.

Yesterday was a focus day for me, as I studied for a certification exam I have coming up. Some of it lands pretty soft, and some of it seems to lack traction trying to permanently embed in my consciousness. I sometimes joke that I do not have the cerebral elasticity of some of my younger peers, and occasionally, I have to kick some penguins off the iceberg to make room for new penguins. I think about it a lot – I’m not getting any younger (that’s not the way time works) and I am trying to stay aware of any cognitive decline I might be displaying. I have the moments like anybody else, walking into a room and forgetting what I went in for, but those moments pass – usually because I remembered why I went in the room, or I just accept it and move on.

Garbage day here, so I need to wheel the trash out to the corner. There’s a pile of boxes I need to take in and get recycled as well. I also need to get some gas and diesel for the yard machines. Gracie mentioned that she might pop over to do a little mowing, so I’ll get that sorted.

I also have a whole brisket in the fridge. It might be time to go on another “bark quest”. Smoke that slab to an internal temp of 165 F, then wrap it in butcher paper and throw it back on the smoker until it hits an internal temp of 205 F.

Lisa is coping with a dog crisis. Odin was sitting on Lily.

I’m going to get this in the can and get going with the rest of my day.

For anybody on Mastodon that reads my stuff, yesterday I couldn’t post the link due to a networking issue on the Mastodon side. All of my posts are readily available on the site.

I hope the world is treating you better than you deserve.

Peace y’all.

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