Help! What is happening 7742

I knew that sauerk. came from cab. but the sauer part always turned me in the other direction. I'm also 1-2 Lithuanian, so I thought that I had enough stored in my genes to last me a few more lives. Maybe one of my past lives has finally caught up with me!

And since I had the genes to intuitively sense that this would lead was leading to some relative of sauerK...

Thanks for visiting my cabbage conundrum.

Life is really like that! Synchronicity!

I need dishes that are in my nutritional range and meet my own persnicketty tastes that I can make in batches 'cause I need lots of free time to investigate and solve the mysteries of life. Ok, so I won't invite you over.

But I am grateful for your 2.5 cents worth.

And Mr. Bailey is indeed a handsome fellow. Which leads to a cat story from yesterday:

I'm walking down the street: Mt Rainier looms invisibly in the distance behind the clouds.

My friends the crows are having a gab fest, but one of them has a particular story to tell: he-she's sitting on a phone wire, squawking at a cat who is sitting on the front edge of a peaked roof near the top of a two-story house.

The cat is glancing at crow and giving that ehh-ehh-ehh-ehh kind of mouthing that they can do when in a perplexed state of soul.

I'm concerned. Has the cat been driven up there? It looks a bit young, less than a year. Perhaps not all that fel-osophised yet. So I knock on the door, while the cat looks down at me from directly overhead: Definitely interested in what I'm doing.

Man opens door. "Do you know that creature up there," I say?

He comes out and looks up. "Yes. That's Mary Wilson." She lives here. His kids named her that.

"Have you ever seen her up there," I ask? "No," he replies.

So I settled my concern that the proper someone else could worry about her now. I bet Mr. Bailey could teach her a thing or two.

See ya.

-- George Newton